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Offline ozrocker

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Crabbing at Birmingham
« on: December 06, 2013, 06:43:26 PM »
Check out this Pilot fighting the wind at Birmingham.

http://www.nbcnews.com/id/21134540/vp=53754111?&from=en-us_msnhp&snid=18424824?ocid=msnhp#53760460



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Offline bigsky

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Re: Crabbing at Birmingham
« Reply #1 on: December 06, 2013, 09:23:43 PM »
So where is the crabs? I was expecting something about crab fishing. Which is far different than catching crabs. I used to joke with my coworkers about "trolling for crabs" that meant trying to hookup with women at the office of public assistance.
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Offline PFactorDave

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Re: Crabbing at Birmingham
« Reply #2 on: December 06, 2013, 11:09:13 PM »
Check out this Pilot fighting the wind at Birmingham.

http://www.nbcnews.com/id/21134540/vp=53754111?&from=en-us_msnhp&snid=18424824?ocid=msnhp#53760460



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Wow, that's pretty severe.  That was probably a bit of an "oh crap" moment for the pilot when he decided to go around.  Those few seconds after you firewall it and hope your thrust will be enough to keep you flying.

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Offline Randy1

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Re: Crabbing at Birmingham
« Reply #3 on: December 07, 2013, 06:54:24 AM »
A bunch of years ago, in Birmingham Alabama, in a 727, I looked out the passenger window as we landed in a severe pop up summer storm that swept across the runway.  All of a sudden, I had a better view of the runway than the pilot did. Then we were blown off to the side, then he pulled back in line with the runway just as we touched down.

When I departed the plane, I stopped to talk to the pilot.
"One heck of landing," I said.
The pilot smiled then pointed to the copilot.
"I closed my eyes, he landed the plane."