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I Went For A Spin      by Jim Munro

        It was July 3rd, 1983, at about 5 P.M., on the Dreger   by the time I had looked up, the helicopter had already turned
        River system, 30 miles N.W. of Pine House,           90 degrees to the right, and was starting to spin, as it
        Saskatchewan, I was flying a Sikorsky S-55 Turbine   proceeded on up the river!
        powered helicopter, on an Initial Forest Fire Attack   Helicopters, at low speed, have a mind of their own, particularly
        Mission.                                             when the Little Fan at the back: either disappears or decides to

        There had been an unusual amount of fire starts from   quit! Some say, “Oh That’s the Fan That Keeps the Pilot Cool,
        the large number of lightning strikes, the previous   Cause When That Quits, The Pilot Really Starts to Sweat!”
        evening, so we were the sole attack crew, sent to    Well I didn’t have much time to sweat or even fret, so after
        provide Initial Attack on this particular fire, from the Lac   about 3 or 4 spins it was time for me to roll-off the power and
        la Ronge Fire Base.                                  do my best to stay right side up. All I had to do now was to land

        Back-up fire crews were being flown into our site from   a ground-based helicopter, on wheels, into the wet river!
        Ile La Crosse, by float equipped Beaver aircraft. My   Glubb, Glubb, went the Sikorsky, as it settled into the cold
        crew on board that particular day, consisted of Peter   running water. “Spark, Spark”, went all the batteries and
        Vis, Helicopter Engineer and the Initial Attack fire crew,   electronics that were way down, deep within the 55’s Tummy,
        led by foreman and competent fire fighter Bill       as She leaned way over, as She sank.
        Mahonney, of La Ronge.
                                                             Over my flying career, I had many opportunities to discuss a
        Little, did I know, that on that day, I would take another   multitude of emergency procedures, with my brothers. What’s
        ride for my life and would be elevated by Peter, my   The Best Thing to Do In This Case, or how did he handle it, or
        trusty Engineer. What an appropriate name, he had, as   Did he survive, or Why, or How?
        he stood about 6 ft. 6”, in big stocking feet, which was
        considerably higher above ground level, than my much   Most experienced helicopter pilots that are operating over
        shorter dimensions!                                  water, if they Have the Choice, such as a pilot filling a bucket or
                                                             similar fire fighting tank; will select an area that has a depth of
        I had dropped Peter off, with the fire crew, while I   water, that is sufficient to Only Fill the Bucket.
        dropped many buckets of river water onto the fire line,
        which was close to the river’s edge. When a water    Water that is deeper than the depth necessary is not only
        source is within a short distance, eg. ½ mile, of a fire; a   wasted but can become dangerous to your health. Yes, I had
        bucket equipped helicopter becomes an extremely      been picking up water, just over a Sand Bar, in the river and I
        effective tool in fighting a forest or grass fire.   was very fortunate to have her settle onto the edge of the bar,
                                                             (just on the edge of where the bar dropped off into much
        Bill called me on the radio and said, “One more bucket   deeper water.) Thanks Lord!
        and every things looking good and we can head home,
        to La Ronge! Great! Roger, says I, as I swung back into   Let’s get to the Funny Part? If you’re a helicopter pilot and have
        the river for one last bucket. What a poor choice of   Been There, Done That, Seen That, or Survived That, well
        words!                                               there’s got to have been some funny parts too! Just after I had
                                                             shut down the engine, as it was not required for any further
        Here I was, 54 years old, I had cut most of my baby   aerobatic flight, the trees parted on the other side of the river
        teeth, on helicopter antics, and was looking ahead to   and an orange “streak”, dove into the water.
        turning 55 in a few months! Glubb, glubb, went the
        bucket, as it sank into the river and I pulled in the   It was Peter, my faithful and somewhat excited engineer, and
        power!! BANG, went something?                        soon-to-become, faithful servant. He had heard the BANG and
                                                             had looked over, just in time, to see me doing Allemande
        The Pilot’s seat in a Sikorsky 55, is up rather high,   Rights, down below the tree line. He set a new ground speed
        compared to the rest of the fuselage of many medium   record, I’m sure, for the Half Mile Over Muskeg Terrain!
        helicopters, which not only gives the pilot excellent
        visibility, but it allows him to stick his head out of the   He noticed that the complete tail-rotor gear box was missing, as
        side window, much like the old steam locomotive      was one blade. That’s another story, for another time. We
        engineer, that used to shunt by our house, but believe   didn’t hit anything, but it’s interesting how one person’s
        me, when I say, I could really see… a lot!           actions, can affect another person’s life…or death.
        As I pulled in the power and watched the bucket come
        up out of the water, there was a very loud BANG, and
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