The pilots

Some memorable things happened over the years cut'n timber. Some tragic, some funny.

Over in Idaho on a helicopter job we had a gal pilot and an Aussi. Don't know if I got room for 'em both but I'll give it a shot.

She was a good pilot fly'n the Huey 500 but she was usually lost – that is she couldn't remember which guy got out at what cutt'n strip. Ain't no wonder, she was probably scared to death, look'n at such an ugly crew first thing in the morning. Ripped coats, torn pants and black from one end to the other. Homeless folks were dressed better.

Anyway, the Huey carried three cutters, one...