Yeah, those were the days, eh? We were young and full of p and vinegar! NOTHING would daunt us as we KNEW that we were invincible. NO ONE would get into our six. Times change.
We had Genie capability but carried dummies with recorders. I understand that only one has been detonated to yield about 2 kilotons. We used to debate whether or not WE would survive the blast or the EMP.
One winter we played with some B-57s up in Bagotville, northern Quebec and got to know the crew. Following year had to ferry a couple of Voodoos to the west coast. AFHQ didn't give us a route or an arrival time. So we went the long way: St Louis (Home of F-101 and F-4, Gemini spacecraft and good jazz. So sad to go u/s and have to stay there a couple of days), Salt Lake City, Reno (oops, Oxy problem, have to land and visit the ANG Canberra Sqn on THEIR home turf. Had to wait for a couple of days to bring start units over from Sacramento. Saw the sights courtesy the Sqn Commander who had some sort of interest in Harrahs), Klamath Falls, finally Comox BC, where we had some explaining to do.
Hats off to Thud drivers. Dangerous and difficult job in those days. HEAVY pilot work-load.
We used to work both 47s and the Big Ugly Fat Fellows. The Buffs were good at ECM and we used to have lots of fun. In CAVU they'd let up come up and formate on that big flapping wing. We kept our distance though. Couldn't let the paints merge for the folks in the darkened rooms or they would get anxious and would start dialing right away.
I see that I have email. Sorry for pulling the Money Pit into the war story pit. A break from all that practical technical stuff.
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