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We had been visiting my parents with my daughter Yvette in White Rock B.C., and were about to fly home to Victoria from the Blaine Washington airstrip, (now permanently taken out of service unfortunately).
It was dusk and visibility was restricted as we boarded my Mooney 20A airplane. My parents were on hand to bid us good bye.
Taxing from an off runway parking area the front wheel went into a mud-hole, no doubt caused by a lot of rain in recent days. The Mooney prop only had 8.5″ from tip to ground clearance.
There was no one else present at the airstrip at that time, but my dad had seen the problem and tried to get me to shut down the engine by waving his arms quite dramatically a few yards away in the landing light of the airplane.
However my youthful boldness prevailed. I gunned the engine to near full throttle to force the front wheel out of the mud-hole. It succeeded in doing so, but not before the tip of the prop made contact with the ground!
I realized what had occurred but only observed some mud churned up in the air so concluded it wasn’t a serious issue. Continuing to the paved runway we took off for the fairly short return trip home.
Everything seemed normal as we flew over Georgia Strait waters and Gulf Islands., although I did have some reservations, so reduced the (variable) prop speed and rpm slightly as we flew in a very dark night sky.
I don’t recall if it was when clearing customs, or after taxiing to a parking spot on Victoria airport that I made a shocking discovery; one prop tip was ‘markedly’ twisted! Thankfully the flight home had not been noticeably affected at all!
Not much more can be said about this incident. The danger had been real. No prop damage should be ignored since prop failure or even engine damage is a possibility. Thankfully the durability of my (Hartzell) propeller prevailed. Another good lesson for a very fortunate private pilot.
As a youth I had a couple of interesting job experiences. For example as a pin-setter in a Kingsway Street bowling alley on weekends, becoming quite proficient setting two alleys at a time for 10 pin league players. It was a dangerous challenge to avoid getting hit by flying pins while curled up between alleys, but it paid quite well!
Next I applied for a job in a downtown Vancouver Motel, it was one of the last, if not the very last Motel in downtown Vancouver appropriately named the ‘Downtowner’. I was able to commute after school from East Van via my first car, a 1937 Plymouth coupe.
The managers were two men, one of whom was gay. I came after school and swept the floor of the parking area, refilled the pop machine, and adjusted tv’s etc. among other chores.
It was an education to say the least, including ‘ladies of the night’. Sometimes I obtained liquor via patrons of the Vancouver Hotels’ ‘gay-friendly’ bar for our motel customers.
Just a few of my youthful experiences..
HMCS Lauzon
During my five years in the RCN, I spent nearly two years on HMCS Athabascan, (besides the Frigate Lauzon, and Minesweeper Quinte).
Recruited as a so-called ‘engineer’ and first drafted to the Frigate Lauzon, soon found that working in the engine room was not my cup of tea. So I applied, along with a buddy, (Joe Hoebeck), for a change of trade to ‘Radar Plotter’ department while still on the Lauzon
After several weeks training course at naval station HMCS Stadacona shorebase in Halifax, I graduated at the head of my class and was then drafted to the destroyer HMCS Athabascan, a WW!! relic. Thereafter I was standing watches in the operations room, monitoring radar, tracking surface ships and aircraft.
The Athabascan was a veteran of the Korean war, or should I say a ‘victim’ of that conflict.? During my time on it in the 1960’s only one of its two steam-powered boilers was operational. Evidently, during its Korean war experience, a mortar had actually scored a direct hit down one of its stacks, completely disabling one of its two boilers, and yet, amazingly, had not succeeded in sinking her!
HMCS Athabascan
The Athabascan was unable to reach its designed top speed of something like 38 knots with only one operational steam boiler, and, as a ‘Tribal Class’ destroyer, nor was it ever particularly seaworthy in heavy sea conditions. These war ships were designed for fighting, not high seas.
During one such heavy sea event in the North Atlantic, a wave completely overwhelmed the ship from bow to stern. A Deck Officer on duty on the exposed upper bridge was knocked off his feet and sustained a broken leg.
In winter months it was necessary for crew to chip sea-ice from the upper deck – the consequence of not doing so could eventually result in the ship losing equilibrium, and ‘turning turtle’, which apparently happened to more than a few war ships during the second world war. In fact we lost a ship’s cook crewman during winter operations. He was swept off the upper deck by a wave as he tried to make his way back to his aft living quarters. On Tribal Class destroyers the only way you could go from fore to aft was on the upper deck by hanging onto a sliding rope, attached to a cable. Of course we did a standard search pattern for him, but there was no chance anyone could survive in the freezing Atlantic for more than seconds.
However I do have some fond memories of slinging my hammock on the upper deck in relatively calm Southern waters, only to be awakened in the middle of the night by increasing sea-spray and hastily repairing back to secure lower decks. Hammocks had to be re-slung each day in the lower deck ‘mess’ and stored daily, except for watchkeepers.
May final draft was to the Minesweeper Quinte, a wood and aluminum constructed ship designed to counter various types of coastal mines. It had far more comfortable crews quarters, even actual bunk beds! I crewed on it up to my honorable discharge in the early 60’s.
HMCS Quinte
Such experiences will not be forgotten, just as reading Bible study books at sea. In fact at one point I actually began a Bible study with a Swedish bosun’s mate friend by the name of ‘Oly’. (We were discovered under the cover of a life-boat while doing so 😉
Indeed, those were memorable times for me. While I cannot recommend volunteer RCN membership owing to my beliefs now, it was of some value to my learning discipline as a rebellious teen.
