Here's a classic for all.. (no names mentioned to protect the ignorant)
I'm flying a 109G10 (w/ 30mm pods) and spot a Spit-9 coming in at co-alt, 12k,, He's flying slightly to the left of approach path, and we do a cold merge wing-to-wing flyby, before engaging! (1 in a million!)
We went up n' down n' round n' round in one of the greatest dogfights I've ever been in. This pilot was excellant (much better than me, but I was lucky, ha).
Finally we both end up in a co-nose-up dead stall.. canopy to canopy, so I could look up straight into his plane and nearly see his dials! No collision (a miracle).
My 109 fell off on a wing about 1/2 second before his Spit did (both out of E). It fell in front of his nose for an instant, and BRRAP! he sawed my tail-section clean off! Big to him..
I'm riding the 109 down, in an earth-bound "tail-slide" (nose pointing straight up) for ha-ha's.. and I see tracers zinging by the canopy?? WTF?
I see a P38, weaving back n' forthe, trying to blast my dead 109 carcass.. What a kill stealing shwienhunt! says I..
He cant hit me, so he looops up, over, and comes straight down on me in the tail-slide..
Well I'll be darned if he aint dead-center in that 109's death-dot..
I pegged the trigger on all guns and lit him up with 30mm like a Christmas tree, and he exploded.
Before I hit terra firma this Private Message appeared in white on my text buffer:
"NICE HO RV6 YOU SKILL-LESS DWEEB!"
You have GOT, to be kidding me..
(true story)
RV6 ~