gatt wrote:
around. Once, I could see the startled expression on a farmer's face
as he watched us.


I used to do that occassionally when by myself. After practicing some
manueuvers, or just messing around (used to love dropping down to a few
hundred feet and following the Missouri River west of Kansas City ,
knowing I hadn't really paid a lot of attention to surrounding terrian, I'd
back off the trottle and go for the best landing site. Once I had a really
good approach to a hay field and around 50' noticed the farmer was in the
field on his tractor, and had actually stopped to watch. I waved with a
thumbs up, he waved back, and I gave it the gas. Man - memories, circa
1968........