I just saw a little news blip on the tube where the cops got the chopper involved while they tried to catch the bad guy. Reminded me of a little experience I had a long time ago. Thought it might add a little humor.
One afternoon, back in the early eighties, I was in the office of the flying service and got a call from one of my customers. " Hello, T-Cart's Flying Service" I said, "T-Cart, He's in the cotton patch nekkid" Huh? "He's in the cotton patch nekkid" He was talking about three times the normal conversation speed and I didnt think I was hearing him correctly. I said "slow down and tell me again" What I thought I was hearing was correct. The guy was in the cotton patch "nekkid". OK, "Who's in the cotton patch 'nekkid"? He proceeded to tell me that he and his wife had returned home and surprised a burglar and he got away, but had ran off the road and had ran out into the cotton field.
Well, I knew what he called me for then, they couldnt flush the guy out and couldnt find him. I cranked up the old Cat and headed over there. When I got there I bet there were 50 or more cops and probably that many more "gawkers".
I circled a few times and sure enough, right there he laid. Nekkid. I buzzed him a couple of times and the cops came in and got him.
As they were walking him out of the field, he never took his eyes off of me as I circled above. I could tell he was pizzed. If I headed back to my place, he was going to know who flushed him. Back in those days within a 15 mile radius, there were probably 25 or so Ag Cats painted exactly alike. The lightbulb went off and I flew as straight a line as i could,,,right to my competitor's place.(He owed me a couple thousand and wasnt paying).
Anyway, Nothing ever happened. I guess the bad guy got out and just went on about his business and the competitor finally paid me my money.
Havent thought about this in years.
One afternoon, back in the early eighties, I was in the office of the flying service and got a call from one of my customers. " Hello, T-Cart's Flying Service" I said, "T-Cart, He's in the cotton patch nekkid" Huh? "He's in the cotton patch nekkid" He was talking about three times the normal conversation speed and I didnt think I was hearing him correctly. I said "slow down and tell me again" What I thought I was hearing was correct. The guy was in the cotton patch "nekkid". OK, "Who's in the cotton patch 'nekkid"? He proceeded to tell me that he and his wife had returned home and surprised a burglar and he got away, but had ran off the road and had ran out into the cotton field.
Well, I knew what he called me for then, they couldnt flush the guy out and couldnt find him. I cranked up the old Cat and headed over there. When I got there I bet there were 50 or more cops and probably that many more "gawkers".
I circled a few times and sure enough, right there he laid. Nekkid. I buzzed him a couple of times and the cops came in and got him.
As they were walking him out of the field, he never took his eyes off of me as I circled above. I could tell he was pizzed. If I headed back to my place, he was going to know who flushed him. Back in those days within a 15 mile radius, there were probably 25 or so Ag Cats painted exactly alike. The lightbulb went off and I flew as straight a line as i could,,,right to my competitor's place.(He owed me a couple thousand and wasnt paying).
Anyway, Nothing ever happened. I guess the bad guy got out and just went on about his business and the competitor finally paid me my money.
Havent thought about this in years.