Landing.

Landing.
We recently started eating jerky and cheese for snacks.
The dogs are absolutely beside themselves that we’re eating their treats and not giving them any.
What on earth are they using as a database? Something with dynamic typing?
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Looks like a P3 Orion.
Yeah, it’s a P3.
Charles Gaines Thanks for the verification. I had the pleasure of a ride aboard one, once, but that’s over 40 years ago. Interesting aircraft, and riding in one of the observer seats in the big plexiglas blisters on the side was a real treat.
Better shot today. They seem to be doing touch and gos. So every few minutes it’s back.https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/lgdRwJHEycWQS97Ic05wKDuUGPvWNlIiY2dwfMt0nKdy7j6ayuj2wlYl4Jl43G0wGLcCz0qLF5wn97l6OgEDNQE_pneKeIVC4Wor=s0
Kee Hinckley Back in the day (early 1974, I think), pretty much any military personnel could “hitch a ride” on an aircraft with capacity and going the right direction if one was trying to get from one place to another. That’s how I got my ride on a P3.
The flight was a lucky catch for me, as it was a “non-specific” training run scheduled to do a series of runs over one or more of the Great Lakes to simulate sub-hunting maneuvers (the purpose of the aircraft and crew). It was also supposed to drop off a few National Guard aviation personnel returning home, to various midwest locations, from their weekend service time. So I got to ride around for a day while they did some really fun maneuvers, quite a few at very (!) low altitude over the water. And a lot of landings and takeoffs by way of dropping off other personnel.
So it was no big thing for them to divert something like 100 miles, total, to the airport I had hoped to get to. Pilot asked the tower for a “brief stop at the terminal rather than the NatGuard hangar”, because I had a ride waiting there. He landed, rolled up to the passenger terminal, shut down the two engines on the side from which I would exit, dropped the stairs, and I got off. As soon as I was clear, a crewman pulled up the stairs while the pilot spun up the two engines, and they taxied out and departed. The aircraft’s time on the ground was less than 5 minutes, touchdown to wheels-up.
I was a lowly E4 at the time. A postal employee standing by his truck on the apron waiting for the mail pickup was quite surprised at all of this. As I walked past, he asked if I was the son of some admiral. Nope. Dating the admiral’s daughter? Nope. And by then I was gone into the terminal, leaving him puzzled, I’m sure.