Arriving "just" out of zoom range of the lags and nikkys deep in the fur..
I was busy cogitating the situation and sippin on the cheap beer from the beer holder with a fresh Cuban fired up in my spitty V..
If I don't cogitate, I tend to just dive in and give 32 yahoos with Southern accents somethin to WHOOT about..
No cogitation = ugly
So like I said I was cogitating..
Taking measure of position and speed of the poor bastages that will fall before my guns..
When I notice a picker high flyin a Spit 2.8 away, out of my rear view.
He's headed my way. Quick scan around shows me this guy is hasta be "thinkin" about me.
I love this stuff..
Now, I can't give away that I see him, no banking to let him know..
Slowly and ever so carefully I place my cheap beer in the beer holder thoughtfully provided and place the Cuban in the ashtray....
And pulled the throttle slowly back to cruise..
And watched..
Slewing with my rudder without banking I watched as he came in..
I reached down ever so carefully and tightened my belts..
1.2 and he's slowing down..
...he has a sleeper
At 700 I did the pilot "thingy"..
First merge after the evasive was a headon....pilot "thingy"...
Reversed..
500 and closing..
Cut the corner on the deck..
400...300
Ouch, a brutally handsome fellow squadie drops in and gives him a dose of 30mm Spud guns with an A-8..
The poor bastage just...came...apart..
He screamed on his way in..
Poor bastage..
Ever been hit with a Spud gun ??
That's hurt locker stuff gentlemen.
With a thud..