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While the day started out cloudy and uncertain with light sprinkles of rain early on, it turned into arguably the best “Wingz-n-Dawgz” ever–with sunshine, partly cloudy skies and many, many flights by all 22 registered pilots by early afternoon. Electrics, gassers, scale, giant scale, 3D, and sport flights filled the skies over Elkins Field, as pilots from Amarillo and Yukon joined with LAFFS club members in a most enjoyable afternoon of flying. Out of town guests vowed to come back next year to again experience Elkins Field and the welcoming hospitality of LAFFS members. Thanks goes to all club members who came, and in particular to those who did the work under the leadership of Bob McFadden. It was an event to remember—and one to be proud of hosting.... Read More
Here’s photos from LAFFS flying on 17 Sept 2017. Photos were taken by Anthony. (Dang nice photos for a 13 year old!)... Read More
The wind picked up more than forecast, so as I arrived at the field just before 9:00 a.m., my wind gauge said it was 9 mph, gusting to 14 from the northeast. Four intrepid LAFFers: Steve Bell, Paul Phillips, Clem Wehner and I chose to brave the gusts, and were joined later by club sage, Gene Wallock, as the wind dropped to a breeze from the East/Northeast later in the morning. Paul got a couple of flights on his re-engined “Hog Bipe”; Clem refined the whole flight envelope for his retract-equipped “Ultra Sport 40″, and Steve flew both his “Four Star” and his new “Waco UMX” very impressively. Attached are a few photos of Steve’s “Waco”. Keep in mind while you’re looking at them that the plane is an out-of-the-box 21” span model flying on a 2S battery—and thanks in part to it AS3X receiver, it handled the wind extremely well. ... Read More
Another great way to spend a holiday morning—good weather, good flying, good friends. This morning we were treated to some fine “gasser” flying by Bob McFadden and his dialed in Kyosho “Spitfire”, and Mike Light and his uber-large “Big Stik”. Bob put a new ignition module in the DLE 20 that powers the “Spit” that really smoothed out the transition between idle and a reasonable landing speed. Mike’s DLE 30 sounded like a de-tuned Harley going around the patch—and the two together were real music to the ears of engine lovers. I finally got some flight photos of my Black Horse “T-28 Trojan” and have them attached, also. All in all, a great way to spend Labor Day morning!... Read More
A group of intrepid mud-sloggers gathered this morning at Elkins Field (1/2” of rain last night) to witness the maiden flight of Bob’s swap-meet Kyosho “Spitfire” with a DLE 20 up front. The plane acquitted itself well, and Bob was pleased. A bit of tweaking to get the gear to fully retract and fiddling with the right flap/elevator combination is all it lacks to be ready for Abernathy and “West Texas Warbirds” in about ten days.... Read More
We had a nice turn-out today, including Leonard Baker from Elgin who has joined our merry band. Welcome, Leonard! Corky, Mike, Dan, Bob, Sean, Steve, Tom and Tony (Who am I leaving out?) all had good flights, although the cloud cover only broke partially and momentarily from time to time, making keeping orientation difficult.
Guys, here are some shots from this morning’s flying, principally of the new planes that appeared for their maiden flights, or in the case of Steve Jakubiszyn’s “Venture”, a re-re-maiden flight. ... Read More
Here is a flyer for Yukon’s “Cubs & Cousins” fun fly July 1st.... Read More
Lawton: Tick Causes Airplane Crash!
Today was the 13th of the month. That usually means trouble. I woke up early this morning and tried to be real quiet so not to wake up the wife. As I got ready to leave the house, I forgot to disarm the security alarm. The moment I opened the door I got my first clue that it was not going to be a good day. The alarm blasted, but I thought if I got the security code punched in fast she wouldn’t wake up. Haste always makes waste and I mis-entered the code which required clearing the alarm, which I had forgotten how to do. By the time I figured it out, got the code re-entered, and stopped the obnoxious noise, guess who was standing there glaring at me? That was a clue, but I missed it. Then I tried to open the garage door to load my planes in the car, but the door opener motor just hummed and didn’t turn.I had to haul everything through the house. This should have been another clue to stay home, but I missed that one, too. When I got to the field, the first person I saw was Ted, carrying his P-51 that had just crashed. I still didn’t get the message. So I proceeded to fly my Cub, ignoring the omens. I switched on the transmitter and the receiver in the airplane and nothing would move. I turned them both off and both on again and nothing. Thinking battery problem, I removed the wing and switched batteries. As I plugged the new battery in, I heard a servo twitch. That’s when I figured it out. I had transported the airplane to the field with the receiver on. So, when I turned everything on, I was actually turning the receiver off, and that’s why the servos would not move. I was beginning to think that maybe things were not going my way today. I should have heeded the warning but, Nooo! So, I taxied out and flew the Cub, so gentle with the bright yellow highlighted against the blue sky. What a sight! Then the excitement began, when the Cub exploded with yellow pieces going everywhere and floating down. There were red pieces from Larry’s airplane floating down also, following the mid-air collision that surprised us both. The Cub started a flat spin which seemed to take forever before hitting the ground. So long that I had time to realize what was happening, switch to high rate and give full up elevator in an attempt to flatten the spin even more. It seemed to work and the descent rate slowed. It hit the ground in the tall weeds and as we discovered later and Larry reported, apparently right in the middle of Tick City. Larry and I, along with a search party, went out looking for aircraft remains. Our planes had hit wings. My Cub had the outer third of the left wing cut almost completely off, though it was hanging by some covering. The Cub’s fuselage was not even scratched, thanks to the flat spin’s slow descent rate. I never saw Larry’s plane though it didn’t fare well and I don’t think a lot of it was recognizable. After we were back in the pits and had the usual post mortem, I put the Cub parts in the car, and proceeded to ignore the clues even more. I decided to fly my Radian sailplane. How dumb does a person have to be to not get the message after all those clues?