Years ago a friend of my father had a Stinson 108-3 Flying Station Wagon and liked to take his son and myself to a beach in Delaware. There was a private strip back of the dunes from the Atlantic ocean. It was a private beach with a better class of bikini's. July is peak time for a particular large and vicious deer fly in those dunes. So you land on the strip, park, and sprint through the dunes to the beach before the flys find you. Getting bit was as bad as getting stung by wasps and the flys were always hungry for blood.
We enjoyed our day with the bikini's and surf. Tired and carrying our cloths only clad in our breifs, we walked back to the plane. About half way through the dunes and a hoard of bites later, we sprinted for the plane. Opened the plane and threw everything into the back, untied and slammed the doors closed in 90 degree heat. The 108-3 had sat in that heat all day. We were melting all over the leather seats along with sand and blood from earlier bites. You could see the heat waves coming up from the runway and off the hood. And we almost died of heat prostrating killing three flys that got in with us. The rest were still buzzing around from scenting our blood when we were bit earlier.
The plan, kick over the engine and open the windows. That will blow the flys away. Instead the flys flew into the open windows to get out of the blast. Next plan, take off and hope they get sucked out the open windows. 20 flys and more bites later, we are not killing the flys and we are getting bit while jacking the 108-3 around in the air. Next plan, close the windows, grin and bear it until 7000ft, then all together open the windows.
That worked along with sucking some other items out from the thrashing around trying to defend ourselves from the deer flys. We still had to pull our cloths on in the cabin after all of that.
