Bouncer
Registered User
Geronimo, TX
So yesterday I had about ten minutes of daylight left after I got home from work and decided to take the Cub up for a little hop. After a quick trip over my buddy's house I came back to my 700' home strip and saw my cows, as they seem to enjoy doing, all standing in the middle of my runway. What I normally do in this situation is drop the first notch of flaps (I have three you know) and give the cows a low pass which scares them off the runway. Well, as I was making my low approach, the cows saw what I was up to and started to scatter. I figured, "Well heck, I'll just land this puppy" and immediately pulled full flaps and chopped the power.
Wow, it's amazing what happens when you're already low and slow and you add the combination of full flaps and no power. My glide ratio became that of a manhole cover. I immediately went to full power to arrest the descent (not a stall mind you, just a rapid mushing descent), but my 150 horses wasn't enough to pull me out of it. Fortunately my bushwheels and the loose dirt just in front of the runway absorbed the impact well, as well as my backside. However, my ego has yet to fully recover.
Conclusion: After 3000 hours total time with about 1000 of that in taildraggers, I can still have my a$$ handed to me by a little yellow airplane and a healthy dose of complacency.
Wow, it's amazing what happens when you're already low and slow and you add the combination of full flaps and no power. My glide ratio became that of a manhole cover. I immediately went to full power to arrest the descent (not a stall mind you, just a rapid mushing descent), but my 150 horses wasn't enough to pull me out of it. Fortunately my bushwheels and the loose dirt just in front of the runway absorbed the impact well, as well as my backside. However, my ego has yet to fully recover.
Conclusion: After 3000 hours total time with about 1000 of that in taildraggers, I can still have my a$$ handed to me by a little yellow airplane and a healthy dose of complacency.