I read the whole thing, but once I saw "1957 de Havilland Beaver", it brought back a memory.
Many moons ago, we used to go fly-in fishing in Canada. Unbelievable times. Drop a worm in the water and get a walleye within a couple of minutes, while being the only people within miles.
There was a hotshot young pilot who used to like showing off. I have a lot of experience in small planes, so I always volunteered to sit in the right seat. This guy was a daredevil. I kept my mouth shut, because it takes a lot to make me uncomfortable in a small plane
One year, we showed up and asked where this cool pilot was. The response was "He's in prison."
He was flying to low and misjudged his altitude. Flipped the plane and a guy died.
Be careful out there folks. In trading, and in life.
Two rednecks hire a small plane to take them to a remote area of Canada to go moose hunting.
After dropping them off the pilot tells them, "Remember only one moose, because the plane won't be able to take off with more weight than that." The hunters go off. A week later when the plane returns to pick them up the two hunters are standing by the lake with two moose.
The pilot fumes, "I told you guys only one moose, you'll have to leave one because we won't be able to take off with that much weight."
"Oh, c'mon," beg the two rednecks, "Last year the pilot let us take two moose on, ....you're just a chicken."
Not wanting to be accused of being a coward, the pilot allows the two to bring both moose on the craft. The plane starts across the lake, straining to take off. The pilot tries and tries to no avail as they run out of room and the plane crashes into the trees at the end of the lake.
A while later after coming to one of the rednecks gets up all dazed and looks at the scattered debris of the wreck and says, "Where are we?"
To which the other redneck replies: .... "I think the same place we crashed last year."


