Memorable Outlandings

[Charles Yeates]

1967, during the Canadian Nationals, I crossed the border and landed my
Austria on the Strategic Air Command base at Plattsburg, NY – touched
down on a taxiway, rolled under the wing and engines of a B52 as I
turned down the ramp. Stopped between facing rows of B52s and K135
tankers. Had time to get out of the cockpit before armed guards rushed
up in a pickup truck. Traveled in the back on knees and knuckles to the
Guard House where I was interrogated by #2 to the Base Commander. He was
formal but interested and sympathetic because the previous week, on a
training flight to England, he had had his first glider ride.

Separating the Hangar Line from the Ramp was a suspended yellow rope.
“See that”, he said, “there are six thousand people on this base and
four thousand of them cannot cross that line – and you landed there”.
This meant that selected air force personnel had to derig and trailer
the glider. We were escorted by the military all the way to the Can/US
border to make sure we crossed.
---------------------------
1960, at a US Nationals in Odessa, TX, I landed in a cotton field behind
the Texas State Asylum. My crew threatened to leave me there – an
appropriate place, said my wife – but that is another story.

--
Charles Yeates

http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/yeatesc/world.html

[Mike Lindsay]

In article >, Charles
Yeates > writes


In 1991 I landed just off the main road between Bury St Edmonds
and Diss, in big field clearly visible from this highway.

This being some time before cell-phones I had to wander off to
find a landline. When returned I was met a motor cycle cop, who wanted
to know who I was, where I'd come from, why I'd landed there, what
arrangements had been made for the recovery of the glider. I was able to
reassure him on this point. Then he told me that the emergency services
had been called. Someone had seen a glider land and no-one getting out,
so, of course, they must be injured.

About five minutes later the a fire truck turned up and seemed
disappointed they didn't have a fire to put out. Then an ambulance,
whose crew wanted to check I didn't need resuscitating.

I made another outlanding the next day, and my first call when I
got to a phone was to 999 (emergency # in the UK). It was the first time
they'd had someone call to say there wasn't an emergency.

--
Mike Lindsay

[Andreas Maurer]

On Fri, 28 Oct 2005 16:48:11 GMT, Charles Yeates
> wrote:


>This meant that selected air force personnel had to derig and trailer
>the glider. We were escorted by the military all the way to the Can/US
>border to make sure we crossed.

Sounds familiar.
When my club (in Germany) hosted the European Club Class championchips
back in 1991 (with the iron curtain having fallen down only half a
year ago), a fellow russian pilot managed to perform an outlanding on
the runway of Heidelberg AFB - which is the airfield of the strictly
guarded European US forces headquaters.

Imagine that: A russian aircraft with CCCP registration on one of the
most heavily guarded US places of the world.
Even worse, the pilot had forgotten his papers (license et al.) and
spoke only Russian.

I heard it was a lot of fun to get him out of this airfield - he
arrived back at 7 AM the next day. Considering that Heidelberg is only
25 miles from my club's airfield...


Bye
Andreas

[Charles Yeates]

Andreas

I sympathize -- a great event to look back on, eh?

>>This meant that selected air force personnel had to derig and trailer
>>the glider. We were escorted by the military all the way to the Can/US
>>border to make sure we crossed.
>>
>>
>
>Sounds familiar.
>When my club (in Germany) hosted the European Club Class championchips
>back in 1991 (with the iron curtain having fallen down only half a
>year ago), a fellow russian pilot managed to perform an outlanding on
>the runway of Heidelberg AFB - which is the airfield of the strictly
>guarded European US forces headquaters.
>
>Imagine that: A russian aircraft with CCCP registration on one of the
>most heavily guarded US places of the world.
>Even worse, the pilot had forgotten his papers (license et al.) and
>spoke only Russian.
>
>I heard it was a lot of fun to get him out of this airfield - he
>arrived back at 7 AM the next day. Considering that Heidelberg is only
>25 miles from my club's airfield...
>
>
>Bye
>Andreas
>
>

--
Charles Yeates
Swidnik Gliders Agent

CMYeates & Associates
105 Dunbrack St, Apt 110
Halifax, NS, Canada, B3M 3G7
tel/fax 902.443.0094

Web site http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/yeatesc/world.html

email >

[Charles Petersen]

I've had a rather prickly reception from the military too. About 5 years
ago I was on a cross country flight across the flat Dundalk highlands of
central Ontario, and expecting lift to improve over the afternoon, I had
elected to go downwind for the first leg. I dropped off the edge of the
plateau, but the wind picked up until upwind progress became impossible, and
I eventually realized that I wasn't going to make it home, let alone
complete my task. So it became a decision of where to land and get a
retrieve. Just north of me was a military installation, Base Borden, with a
partially decommissioned airport. I observed the signature-yellow 2-33's
flown by the Royal Canadian Air Cadets operating, and realized this was the
weekend the military were to 'convert' the Air Cadets I had helped instruct
to licence only a few weeks before. The base was just off the edge of my
sectional, so I didn't have their frequency, and they didn't respond on
121.5, so I lingered over a sand quarry long enough to observe the flight
operation, and then flew a circuit NORDO, landing on an out of use runway.
The kids rushed up asking to sit in the glider, see the flight computer, try
on the parachute, etc. Shortly thereafter a Major, who shall go nameless,
arrived in his best ramrod straight parade ground manner, - introduced
himself and demanded my identification and registration. The very soul of
hospitality, he was.... I handed him a business card and pointed out that
the registration was painted on the aircraft. "Didn't I know this was a
closed airport?" he demanded. "Yes", I replied, "that is general
knowledge". "Well", he said, "you need advance permission to land here, and
that permission must be obtained 24 hours in advance." "Major", I replied,
"I just made a forced landing, and I don't need anyone's advance permission
to do so". "But you didn't call in for clearance" he replied. I explained
that the base is off my sectional and I had tried 121.5. "You are required
to carry the Canadian Flight Supplement; - you could have looked it up". "I
believe, Major, that I am required to carry a CURRENT copy of the CFS, IF I
carry it, but not to carry one per se", I replied, inviting him to observe
the limited baggage area and its inaccessibility.

Then he played his best card, abandoning his poker face for the smile of
victory; - "Fine, but how are you going to get your glider out of here?" I
suggested that as he had not offered me a tow, mentioning that it is a
reciprocal courtesy among gliding operations, that I could call my club to
send a tug. "That aircraft won't be making a forced landing; - he'll need
permission", he replied. "Well, who gives such permission?" I asked. "I
used to, but I don't any longer" was his response. "Well who else is
authorized to grant permission?" "He's not on the Base" he responded, quite
pleased with himself. "Fine", I replied, "I'll have my partner bring the
trailer". "He'll need permission to bring the trailer on the field" he
said.

"O.K., who gives that permission?" I asked, sensing this was going to be
difficult. "You'll have to go right up the chain of command, all the way to
the top in Ottawa" he all but crowed. "How about the Minister of National
Defence?" I asked. "He'll do very well" was his answer. "Should I call him
with such a small thing? I asked. "Go ahead", he replied. "You're sure?" I
asked. "Yes, call him."

Now by coincidence, I had known the Minister for many years; - he was at my
wedding, and we occasionally eat at each others homes. Even better, I had
his cell number on my speed dial. He listened as I called, and left a voice
mail message explaining that I had made a forced landing and that Major ***
had instructed me to call him for permission to retrieve my glider, and
requested that he detail someone to call the Major and authorize him to
release the glider. Sure I was bluffing, he swaggered away.

I guess it was the kids who talked to him about the picture that was
published a few weeks earlier with them clustered around the Minister
sitting in a glider. When they explained that I had driven the Minister to
the field for the presentation of their licences, the light bulb went on.
He approached with a much friendlier demeanour, and said "You know, I was
trying to be your fried back there". "Really?" I asked, " I thought you
were trying to be a jerk". "Well, you threatened me; - you called the
Minister..." I reminded him that I had three times verified he wanted me to
call, whereupon he said he had "decided to go out on a limb and release your
plane". And so I got an aero-retrieve from my club's tug.

I should mention in defence of the military that one of the Major's
colleagues, a Captain Shantz, was by contrast the very soul of hospitality,
and offered me a phone, washroom, cold drinks and an inspection of the
immaculately maintained 2-33's (would you believe hydraulic disk brakes?),
while apologising for the hassle. And so I left a second message for the
Minister, and had one of the Air Cadets run my wing for the launch.


"Charles Yeates" > wrote in message
...
> 1967, during the Canadian Nationals, I crossed the border and landed my
> Austria on the Strategic Air Command base at Plattsburg, NY – touched
> down on a taxiway, rolled under the wing and engines of a B52 as I turned
> down the ramp. Stopped between facing rows of B52s and K135 tankers. Had
> time to get out of the cockpit before armed guards rushed up in a pickup
> truck. Traveled in the back on knees and knuckles to the Guard House
> where I was interrogated by #2 to the Base Commander. He was formal but
> interested and sympathetic because the previous week, on a training flight
> to England, he had had his first glider ride.
>
> Separating the Hangar Line from the Ramp was a suspended yellow rope. “See
> that”, he said, “there are six thousand people on this base and four
> thousand of them cannot cross that line – and you landed there”. This
> meant that selected air force personnel had to derig and trailer the
> glider. We were escorted by the military all the way to the Can/US border
> to make sure we crossed.
> ---------------------------
> 1960, at a US Nationals in Odessa, TX, I landed in a cotton field behind
> the Texas State Asylum. My crew threatened to leave me there – an
> appropriate place, said my wife – but that is another story.
>
> --
> Charles Yeates
>
> http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/yeatesc/world.html
>
>
>
>
>
>
>

[Nyal Williams]

Best one yet.


At 23:54 30 October 2005, Charles Petersen wrote:
>I've had a rather prickly reception from the military
>too. About 5 years
>ago I was on a cross country flight across the flat
>Dundalk highlands of
>central Ontario, and expecting lift to improve over
>the afternoon, I had
>elected to go downwind for the first leg. I dropped
>off the edge of the
>plateau, but the wind picked up until upwind progress
>became impossible, and
>I eventually realized that I wasn't going to make it
>home, let alone
>complete my task. So it became a decision of where
>to land and get a
>retrieve. Just north of me was a military installation,
>Base Borden, with a
>partially decommissioned airport. I observed the signature-yellow
>> 2-33's
>flown by the Royal Canadian Air Cadets operating, and
>realized this was the
>weekend the military were to 'convert' the Air Cadets
>I had helped instruct
>to licence only a few weeks before. The base was just
>off the edge of my
>sectional, so I didn't have their frequency, and they
>didn't respond on
>121.5, so I lingered over a sand quarry long enough
>to observe the flight
>operation, and then flew a circuit NORDO, landing
>on an out of use runway.
>The kids rushed up asking to sit in the glider, see
>the flight computer, try
>on the parachute, etc. Shortly thereafter a Major,
>who shall go nameless,
>arrived in his best ramrod straight parade ground manner,
>- introduced
>himself and demanded my identification and registration.
> The very soul of
>hospitality, he was.... I handed him a business card
>and pointed out that
>the registration was painted on the aircraft. 'Didn't
>I know this was a
>closed airport?' he demanded. 'Yes', I replied, 'that
>is general
>knowledge'. 'Well', he said, 'you need advance permission
>to land here, and
>that permission must be obtained 24 hours in advance.'
> 'Major', I replied,
>'I just made a forced landing, and I don't need anyone's
>advance permission
>to do so'. 'But you didn't call in for clearance'
>he replied. I explained
>that the base is off my sectional and I had tried 121.5.
> 'You are required
>to carry the Canadian Flight Supplement; - you could
>have looked it up'. 'I
>believe, Major, that I am required to carry a CURRENT
>copy of the CFS, IF I
>carry it, but not to carry one per se', I replied,
>inviting him to observe
>the limited baggage area and its inaccessibility.
>
>Then he played his best card, abandoning his poker
>face for the smile of
>victory; - 'Fine, but how are you going to get your
>glider out of here?' I
>suggested that as he had not offered me a tow, mentioning
>that it is a
>reciprocal courtesy among gliding operations, that
>I could call my club to
>send a tug. 'That aircraft won't be making a forced
>landing; - he'll need
>permission', he replied. 'Well, who gives such permission?'
>I asked. 'I
>used to, but I don't any longer' was his response.
> 'Well who else is
>authorized to grant permission?' 'He's not on the
>Base' he responded, quite
>pleased with himself. 'Fine', I replied, 'I'll have
>my partner bring the
>trailer'. 'He'll need permission to bring the trailer
>on the field' he
>said.
>
>'O.K., who gives that permission?' I asked, sensing
>this was going to be
>difficult. 'You'll have to go right up the chain of
>command, all the way to
>the top in Ottawa' he all but crowed. 'How about the
>Minister of National
>Defence?' I asked. 'He'll do very well' was his answer.
> 'Should I call him
>with such a small thing? I asked. 'Go ahead', he replied.
> 'You're sure?' I
>asked. 'Yes, call him.'
>
>Now by coincidence, I had known the Minister for many
>years; - he was at my
>wedding, and we occasionally eat at each others homes.
> Even better, I had
>his cell number on my speed dial. He listened as I
>called, and left a voice
>mail message explaining that I had made a forced landing
>and that Major ***
>had instructed me to call him for permission to retrieve
>my glider, and
>requested that he detail someone to call the Major
>and authorize him to
>release the glider. Sure I was bluffing, he swaggered
>away.
>
>I guess it was the kids who talked to him about the
>picture that was
>published a few weeks earlier with them clustered around
>the Minister
>sitting in a glider. When they explained that I had
>driven the Minister to
>the field for the presentation of their licences, the
>light bulb went on.
>He approached with a much friendlier demeanour, and
>said 'You know, I was
>trying to be your fried back there'. 'Really?' I asked,
>' I thought you
>were trying to be a jerk'. 'Well, you threatened me;
>- you called the
>Minister...' I reminded him that I had three times
>verified he wanted me to
>call, whereupon he said he had 'decided to go out on
>a limb and release your
>plane'. And so I got an aero-retrieve from my club's
>tug.
>
>I should mention in defence of the military that one
>of the Major's
>colleagues, a Captain Shantz, was by contrast the very
>soul of hospitality,
>and offered me a phone, washroom, cold drinks and an
>inspection of the
>immaculately maintained 2-33's (would you believe hydraulic
>disk brakes?),
>while apologising for the hassle. And so I left a
>second message for the
>Minister, and had one of the Air Cadets run my wing
>for the launch.
>
>
>'Charles Yeates' wrote in message
...
>> 1967, during the Canadian Nationals, I crossed the
>>border and landed my
>> Austria on the Strategic Air Command base at Plattsburg,
>>NY � touched
>> down on a taxiway, rolled under the wing and engines
>>of a B52 as I turned
>> down the ramp. Stopped between facing rows of B52s
>>and K135 tankers. Had
>> time to get out of the cockpit before armed guards
>>rushed up in a pickup
>> truck. Traveled in the back on knees and knuckles
>>to the Guard House
>> where I was interrogated by #2 to the Base Commander.
>>He was formal but
>> interested and sympathetic because the previous week,
>>on a training flight
>> to England, he had had his first glider ride.
>>
>> Separating the Hangar Line from the Ramp was a suspended
>>yellow rope. �See
>> that�, he said, �there are six thousand people
>>on this base and four
>> thousand of them cannot cross that line � and you
>>landed there�. This
>> meant that selected air force personnel had to derig
>>and trailer the
>> glider. We were escorted by the military all the
>>way to the Can/US border
>> to make sure we crossed.
>> ---------------------------
>> 1960, at a US Nationals in Odessa, TX, I landed in
>>a cotton field behind
>> the Texas State Asylum. My crew threatened to leave
>>me there � an
>> appropriate place, said my wife � but that is another
>>story.
>>
>> --
>> Charles Yeates
>>
>> http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/yeatesc/world.html
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>
>
>

[Nyal Williams]

Best one yet.


At 23:54 30 October 2005, Charles Petersen wrote:
>I've had a rather prickly reception from the military
>too. About 5 years
>ago I was on a cross country flight across the flat
>Dundalk highlands of
>central Ontario, and expecting lift to improve over
>the afternoon, I had
>elected to go downwind for the first leg. I dropped
>off the edge of the
>plateau, but the wind picked up until upwind progress
>became impossible, and
>I eventually realized that I wasn't going to make it
>home, let alone
>complete my task. So it became a decision of where
>to land and get a
>retrieve. Just north of me was a military installation,
>Base Borden, with a
>partially decommissioned airport. I observed the signature-yellow
>> 2-33's
>flown by the Royal Canadian Air Cadets operating, and
>realized this was the
>weekend the military were to 'convert' the Air Cadets
>I had helped instruct
>to licence only a few weeks before. The base was just
>off the edge of my
>sectional, so I didn't have their frequency, and they
>didn't respond on
>121.5, so I lingered over a sand quarry long enough
>to observe the flight
>operation, and then flew a circuit NORDO, landing
>on an out of use runway.
>The kids rushed up asking to sit in the glider, see
>the flight computer, try
>on the parachute, etc. Shortly thereafter a Major,
>who shall go nameless,
>arrived in his best ramrod straight parade ground manner,
>- introduced
>himself and demanded my identification and registration.
> The very soul of
>hospitality, he was.... I handed him a business card
>and pointed out that
>the registration was painted on the aircraft. 'Didn't
>I know this was a
>closed airport?' he demanded. 'Yes', I replied, 'that
>is general
>knowledge'. 'Well', he said, 'you need advance permission
>to land here, and
>that permission must be obtained 24 hours in advance.'
> 'Major', I replied,
>'I just made a forced landing, and I don't need anyone's
>advance permission
>to do so'. 'But you didn't call in for clearance'
>he replied. I explained
>that the base is off my sectional and I had tried 121.5.
> 'You are required
>to carry the Canadian Flight Supplement; - you could
>have looked it up'. 'I
>believe, Major, that I am required to carry a CURRENT
>copy of the CFS, IF I
>carry it, but not to carry one per se', I replied,
>inviting him to observe
>the limited baggage area and its inaccessibility.
>
>Then he played his best card, abandoning his poker
>face for the smile of
>victory; - 'Fine, but how are you going to get your
>glider out of here?' I
>suggested that as he had not offered me a tow, mentioning
>that it is a
>reciprocal courtesy among gliding operations, that
>I could call my club to
>send a tug. 'That aircraft won't be making a forced
>landing; - he'll need
>permission', he replied. 'Well, who gives such permission?'
>I asked. 'I
>used to, but I don't any longer' was his response.
> 'Well who else is
>authorized to grant permission?' 'He's not on the
>Base' he responded, quite
>pleased with himself. 'Fine', I replied, 'I'll have
>my partner bring the
>trailer'. 'He'll need permission to bring the trailer
>on the field' he
>said.
>
>'O.K., who gives that permission?' I asked, sensing
>this was going to be
>difficult. 'You'll have to go right up the chain of
>command, all the way to
>the top in Ottawa' he all but crowed. 'How about the
>Minister of National
>Defence?' I asked. 'He'll do very well' was his answer.
> 'Should I call him
>with such a small thing? I asked. 'Go ahead', he replied.
> 'You're sure?' I
>asked. 'Yes, call him.'
>
>Now by coincidence, I had known the Minister for many
>years; - he was at my
>wedding, and we occasionally eat at each others homes.
> Even better, I had
>his cell number on my speed dial. He listened as I
>called, and left a voice
>mail message explaining that I had made a forced landing
>and that Major ***
>had instructed me to call him for permission to retrieve
>my glider, and
>requested that he detail someone to call the Major
>and authorize him to
>release the glider. Sure I was bluffing, he swaggered
>away.
>
>I guess it was the kids who talked to him about the
>picture that was
>published a few weeks earlier with them clustered around
>the Minister
>sitting in a glider. When they explained that I had
>driven the Minister to
>the field for the presentation of their licences, the
>light bulb went on.
>He approached with a much friendlier demeanour, and
>said 'You know, I was
>trying to be your fried back there'. 'Really?' I asked,
>' I thought you
>were trying to be a jerk'. 'Well, you threatened me;
>- you called the
>Minister...' I reminded him that I had three times
>verified he wanted me to
>call, whereupon he said he had 'decided to go out on
>a limb and release your
>plane'. And so I got an aero-retrieve from my club's
>tug.
>
>I should mention in defence of the military that one
>of the Major's
>colleagues, a Captain Shantz, was by contrast the very
>soul of hospitality,
>and offered me a phone, washroom, cold drinks and an
>inspection of the
>immaculately maintained 2-33's (would you believe hydraulic
>disk brakes?),
>while apologising for the hassle. And so I left a
>second message for the
>Minister, and had one of the Air Cadets run my wing
>for the launch.
>
>
>'Charles Yeates' wrote in message
...
>> 1967, during the Canadian Nationals, I crossed the
>>border and landed my
>> Austria on the Strategic Air Command base at Plattsburg,
>>NY � touched
>> down on a taxiway, rolled under the wing and engines
>>of a B52 as I turned
>> down the ramp. Stopped between facing rows of B52s
>>and K135 tankers. Had
>> time to get out of the cockpit before armed guards
>>rushed up in a pickup
>> truck. Traveled in the back on knees and knuckles
>>to the Guard House
>> where I was interrogated by #2 to the Base Commander.
>>He was formal but
>> interested and sympathetic because the previous week,
>>on a training flight
>> to England, he had had his first glider ride.
>>
>> Separating the Hangar Line from the Ramp was a suspended
>>yellow rope. �See
>> that�, he said, �there are six thousand people
>>on this base and four
>> thousand of them cannot cross that line � and you
>>landed there�. This
>> meant that selected air force personnel had to derig
>>and trailer the
>> glider. We were escorted by the military all the
>>way to the Can/US border
>> to make sure we crossed.
>> ---------------------------
>> 1960, at a US Nationals in Odessa, TX, I landed in
>>a cotton field behind
>> the Texas State Asylum. My crew threatened to leave
>>me there � an
>> appropriate place, said my wife � but that is another
>>story.
>>
>> --
>> Charles Yeates
>>
>> http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/yeatesc/world.html
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
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>
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