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Day 12 of my captivity
Polish Krys was flying Mike Foxtrot, which is to my knowledge the only glider ever to land in the African Lion Safari. Here is a picture of the local wild animal reserve, just down the road. Every day after Krys departed on course, I wanted to park his car and trailer nearby, to see if I could induce some sort of natural attraction thing, but since I was tethered to English Chris's trailer, I never got the chance.
Today was a pretty good soaring day, over much but not all of the course. Master Wilson made it home safely, and is shown here, shortly after landing, standing beside my residence. Click on the picture for better resolution. Joerg and Willem got back too, but I was too far away to hear their stories, and J.B., while a good pet, doesn't have the human-type hands that the raccoon did, and is therefore useless at sign language, so there was no point whatsoever in sending him to inquire. I tell you, you probably can't tell from what I write, but this heat is getting to me.
I have figured a way to undo my leash, so I could roam around, and I had thought that I was safe as long as I was back before Master Wilson, however, I was spotted in the clubhouse and was ratted out by, well, R.H. (Not his real initials.) Fearing serious reprisal, I thought quickly and told Master Wilson that I was doing my part to help and to make W2 look good to our hosts by taking out the kitchen garbage cans. (By now, you know where this is going, don't you?) Let's just say that for the first time in days, I am not going to sleep hungry.
The incident made me think of past contest crews who had perhaps not gotten the best meal provisions in their contracts. (My best ever was Fox 1, in 2000, I never ate so well as when on that crew.) Anyway, in the running for getting less that they had hoped are Doug O'Connell, who was with Al Wood, and got nothing but sandwiches on WHITE bread, and Christopher Herten, who crewed for Colin Bantin out west, where all the other crews had steaks the size of catcher's mitts. Chris had a steady diet of canned Dinty Moore Beef Stew. Apparently, to this day, when Julie sends him shopping, he refuses to push the cart down the canned foods aisle.
Doug Scott
W2 crew
Polish Krys was flying Mike Foxtrot, which is to my knowledge the only glider ever to land in the African Lion Safari. Here is a picture of the local wild animal reserve, just down the road. Every day after Krys departed on course, I wanted to park his car and trailer nearby, to see if I could induce some sort of natural attraction thing, but since I was tethered to English Chris's trailer, I never got the chance.
Today was a pretty good soaring day, over much but not all of the course. Master Wilson made it home safely, and is shown here, shortly after landing, standing beside my residence. Click on the picture for better resolution. Joerg and Willem got back too, but I was too far away to hear their stories, and J.B., while a good pet, doesn't have the human-type hands that the raccoon did, and is therefore useless at sign language, so there was no point whatsoever in sending him to inquire. I tell you, you probably can't tell from what I write, but this heat is getting to me.
I have figured a way to undo my leash, so I could roam around, and I had thought that I was safe as long as I was back before Master Wilson, however, I was spotted in the clubhouse and was ratted out by, well, R.H. (Not his real initials.) Fearing serious reprisal, I thought quickly and told Master Wilson that I was doing my part to help and to make W2 look good to our hosts by taking out the kitchen garbage cans. (By now, you know where this is going, don't you?) Let's just say that for the first time in days, I am not going to sleep hungry.
The incident made me think of past contest crews who had perhaps not gotten the best meal provisions in their contracts. (My best ever was Fox 1, in 2000, I never ate so well as when on that crew.) Anyway, in the running for getting less that they had hoped are Doug O'Connell, who was with Al Wood, and got nothing but sandwiches on WHITE bread, and Christopher Herten, who crewed for Colin Bantin out west, where all the other crews had steaks the size of catcher's mitts. Chris had a steady diet of canned Dinty Moore Beef Stew. Apparently, to this day, when Julie sends him shopping, he refuses to push the cart down the canned foods aisle.
Doug Scott
W2 crew
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