This was in late 77 or early 78, and I was supposed to go up to Adak as a fill in for a guy who was going on emergency leave that day. Since the next scheduled P-3 wasn’t for a week, it was ‘decided’ that I could get up there via a C-130 that was flying from Moffett to Barbers to Elmendorf to Adak (ye ol’ trash hauler). Basically about a 24 hour trip…
So… Friday night I hie my ass down to base ops at 1800 with clothes in one bag, and flight gear in a parachute bag. At 2300 they FINALLY get all four fans turning and off we go into the night. About 9 hours later (e.g. sunrise) we finally touch down at Barbers Point. Now those that ‘know’ 130s ‘know’ the canvas seats are impossible to sleep in, and they’re colder’n hell; so no sleep for me.
Day 2-
Another reserve crew comes in to pre-flight and launch for Elmendorf, only to find that the airplane has gone hard down for a flap asymmetry (now it’s about noon); ETA for repair a couple of days!!!
Frantic scramble ensues as I:
a.- Phone home, now what coach? Squadron Duty Officer (SDO)- I dunno, see what you can find…
b.- Check with Hickam, all the P-3 Squadrons, and finally the Coasties. The Coasties have a C-130 departing for Kodiak the following morning at 0800, and yes they have seats.
c.- Go over with orders, show them to the Coast Guard SDO and get on the manifest (still dragging all my bags with me)…
Coastie takes pity on me and gives me a ride back to billeting. Since I don’t have Hawaii as a destination, I get 20 questions from billeting as to why I’m in Hawaii and NOT in Alaska where I’m supposed to be and am I UA???
Finally get THAT crap sorted out (I think), get a shower, get some sleep and back over to the Coasties at 0 dark 30. Phone home and tell the SDO there I’m on a Coastie bird to Kodiak, and can the squadron sent a pilot trainer to get me from Kodiak? Of course he has NO idea…
Load up, and off we go… For about 4 hours, UNTIL we start pissing hydraulics everywhere over the cargo bay… Divert into Midway Island after the gear is blown down for an emergency landing!
Now Midway is NOT real busy on a GREAT day, much less an average day; so there we sit, the ONLY airplane there, and broke, and no hydraulics guys handy. The engineer and loadmaster/observer, along with myself and a Coastie jet mech start trying to just ‘find’ where the leak is coming from and the engineer finally guesses it’s from the aft reservoir feeding PC2 and the landing gear (but there are no spare parts on the aircraft OR in Midway’s supply). So we sit, and I’ve now got a flight suit covered in hydraulic fluid… And I phone home and tell em I’m now in Midway (and the SDO is NOT happy)…
Day 3-
24 hours later, another C-130 shows up with the right people, equipment and pieces/parts to fix everything. About 12 hours later it’s fixed, BUT there is a test flight needed… So we sit, and I go wash the flight suit again… And I phone home and tell em I’m STILL in Midway (and the SDO is still NOT happy)…
Day 4-
The ‘rescue’ C-130 and it’s maintainers leave at 0600 as they have to assume the ready SAR at Barbers.
Our crew comes in about 0800 and the test flight is finally completed; C-130 returns, reloads the pallets, picks up us pax, and away we go. Until we hit two birds on takeoff and FOD #2 engine and crack an outer pane on the windshield… And come back and land at Midway AGAIN…
And as we taxi back, hydraulic fluid starts spraying all over the cargo compartment AGAIN…
And we have no support AGAIN…
And I’m REALLY dreading calling the SDO again…
Day 5- Another C-130 comes in with spares, repairs are made yet again, equipment is offloaded, another test flight is flown, and equipment is reloaded AGAIN… Phone home and the SDO doesn’t even want to talk to me!
Day 6- One more time… And this time we actually make it all the way to Kodiak (and an engine gets a chips light, and the cargo area springs yet another leak)… The flight engineer comes down and says F-it, Falcon 230 and I busted out laughing because that meant “This sumbitch has more downing gripes that the USS Arizona”.
So I call the SDO one more time, and he tells me the P-3 coming from Moffett will stop and pick me up on the way…
Day 7- I wake up and look out the window to 0-0 conditions, totally fogged in! SSS, get a ride to ops; and sure enough, the fog is NOT expected to lift all day. I sit around until the P-3 calls in (doesn’t even bother to descend/make an approach), and says they are going direct Adak. Call the duty office, and they don’t even want to talk to me…
Day 8- Get a call in the barracks at 0 dark 30, P-3 is inbound to get me, haul my ass down to ops, duty truck is waiting outside…
Grab my gear, haul it to ops, and sure enough here comes a P-3! Yea!!!
Haul my crap out to the airplane, get aboard, check in with the PPC, and find out we’re heading BACK to Moffett. They’d flown a replacement up on the P-3 that went over Kodiak yesterday…
So eight days later I get back to home base, without ever having actually made it to where I was supposed to be, only to find out that in fact billeting at Barbers Point DID put me on report for being UA from day 2 since I was in Hawaii instead of Adak… Sigh…
So NO, I don’t particularly ‘like’ C-130s…
And teh funny… From my daughter, the ‘hellhound’ slobbering, drooling and whining over his CASE of 48 tennis balls. And those eyes…
Damn dog ‘eats’ about 2 tennis balls a week, so hopefully these will last a while…




