Originally posted by Tac
Widewing! Its great to see you play AH ... bite the hook, bite the hook!!

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Come fly knits! Let usknow your arena handle
Well, I'll tell you, the first few times I logged on in the Main Arena, I found myself getting the hook plenty. First off, my main purpose was to try to stay out of trouble while getting a little experience in that environment. As I'm sure you know, trouble has a way of finding you no matter how careful you are to stay out of the way.
I was staying high, flying fast and avoiding crowds. However, it never fails, no matter how high you climb, there's always some other genius to be found above you. Worse, a long climbout means that you're flying damn slow for a long time. A perfect bounce for pony drivers. All you can do is turn into the attacks while trying to trade altitude for airspeed. This is usually successful if you have only one guy after your ass. However, if there's two or more.... Well, then you're in "deep bandini".
My first 18 or so sorties showed a net gain of two assists, at the cost of 7 deaths.
I found out some interesting things, such as the La-7 cannot out-turn a C.202. I reefed into a tight lufberry, with the stall horn making a bloody racket, and that damn Macchi still turned a smaller circle. As he began to pull lead, I had to bust out and try to evade. Nope, no such luck, he was too close and the Lavochkin didn't have the suds to pull away.
I now understand why I had so much trouble during my first two days of flying. The reason was simple: I kept switching planes, trying to pick the best one for the anticipated fight. Yet, it always seemed that when I got to the fight, things were not as I expected. Just like the idiot who always shows up at the dinner wearing the wrong suit.
So, I switched sides from Bishops to Rooks, and tried out the Spitfire Mk.IX. It took a few sorties to learn the strengths and weaknesses, during the course of which I was whacked once more (for my 7th trip to the morgue). However, tonight I stayed with the Spit and began to get confortable, managing 7 kills and 5 assists for just 4 deaths, two of those coming right after pulling up the gear and on final approach, all but out of gas (both to Typhoons stooging around the airfield). It's like operating out of a hot LZ. The other two were the result of trying to defend against what seemed like every fighter the Knights had. No chance to get away, so all one can do is make them work real hard for the eventual victory, and do as much damage as possible.
Anyway, I use Widewing as my handle. I saw Ammo tonight, I pulled up off of his left wing in a combat spread formation. We ran across a lone Fw 190, which passed by nose to nose slightly below and to our left. Ammo broke down to the left, and I broke up to the left. The 190 headed down, so Ammo got to him before I could try a deflection shot from above. That guy never had a chance, Ammo was on him in an instant. I expected that he would break up and into us, which is why I went high. However, he tried to run from Ammo's Jug which had the advantage of height, and Ammo split-essed right onto his backside.
I believe that this is gonna be a lot of fun. I'll keep an eye out for you (and the others who frequent this BBS).
My regards,
Widewing