Somewhere in the back of my mind, I seem to remember someone, somewhere, writing about the different hazards that could occur when flying alone using a stooge. Well folks I am here to tell you that it is true.
A couple of weeks ago I decided to go to the club field and fly a trainer that I had built for our participation demo during the Southeastern Model Show in Perry, GA. I took my stooge which is the type that holds the stabilizer until you pull the pin. These are especially good for tricycle gear planes.
I started the plane, walked to the handle and pulled the line and the plane took off just fine. I use a chalk line string for my release cord. They are great for stooge lines because you can wind them up and throw them in your flight box.
The plane was doing about 5 1/2 second laps and after several laps I felt something on my ankle. I glanced down and the string was wrapping around my right ankle. I thought, Ok...no problem I will just shake it off. This was the maiden flight for this plane and the trim wasn't good so I was having to watch the plane pretty close and I started lifting my right ankle and shaking it (doing the hokey pokey)while I was turning with the plane. No dice... the line was just wrapping tighter. Then....I felt something wrapping around my left ankle. You guessed it, the line was now wrapped around both ankles. Does anyone remember the character that Tim Conway played on the Carol Burnett show where he was the old man that took little bitty shuffle steps? That was me. Going around and around doing little bitty shuffle steps. The more I turned, the tighter the line got. I started to sweat. Profusely.....My feet were tied together and I was hopping like a rabbit on crack in a little bitty tight radius. I started praying for a tank leak, a bird strike or a direct hit by a meteorite. The plane leaned out. The #### thing picked up speed. The line was getting tighter around my ankles. My body was aching all over. Thoughts of Kamakazi suicide planes flashed through my brain. I was wondering why I ever got into this hobby. Finally the plane ran out of gas. Was it an immediate cut off? Oh no.. it had to stutter for a couple of more laps. Now I was pissed. It was messing with me. Finally I was dead stick, I stumbled, fell on my butt, bounced the plane off the ground about 3 times and brought it to rest on its nose. I couldn't move. Not only were my legs completely numb, the mess around my ankles looked like a baitcasting reel with the world's worst backlash. I managed to get to my feet and bunny hopped over to my flight box and grabbed my exacto knife. I cut the line, stabbed my ankle and finally got free. I think I am going into model trains.
It was a bad day.
Mike