I chose freight (or it chose me) because I just couldn't stomach working with a bunch of hair-gel infused, ipod wearing dorks who got hired onto a jet with 500 hours and no real clue what hard work and earning your stripes really means.
Plus, it's one of the last great flying jobs and I didn't want to miss it. Ratty piston twins in the middle of night covered in ice, no heater, out of gas and looking at instruments that were out of date in the 70s. Oddball turboprops that just never seem to be working right. Hoo rah.
You'll never sharper as a pilot then you are at the end of a winter. Or more eager to get nice and dull again.
I was talking to a corporate guy who used to fly for an airline and he just cracked me up. "We'd get new guys at the airline on IOE and I'd ask them where they'd been. When they said 'freight' I was always like, 'Oh. Ok, it's you're airplane man.' I just knew it'd be alright."
I wish we had a DC-3 on the cert hauling loads of pigeon crap to Hanoi. I'd never leave.
Now after 5 years I can say I've been there, done that and a nice, cushy seat in an Airbus doesn't sound that bad.
But no matter what comes along next, I wouldn't trade the experiences (good, bad, terrifying and hilarious) for anything.