Hunting birds in the bush
David lost a glider last week in the howling South Easter and was upset to leave it there as it was without power
and in the prevalent pounding wind, just about impossible to find.
So this weekend, Bill, Jeff , David and Myself gathered for a little recce
through the bushes. To those who have been down in the gully in the alien vegetation to the left of Red Hill, it is a place to be scared of… very scared.
With an annoying combination of black wattle at least 8 foot high,
golden orb spiders and webs that make Spiderman look like a starter pack,
and slippery sand under foot, it promised to be a bit of an adventure.
Still, local knowledge rules and after a bit of discussion we ventured
into the bush in the exact place where we always find the stricken
gliders after a strong South Easter, and its a heck of a lot further
to the west than most would think, and higher too.
And walla, within literally 5 minutes of spreading out in a line
and taking the dive into the undergrowth,
Jeff pipes up querying the colour of the stricken glider
and emerges with David’s bird in his hands.
Nice one lads! WELL DONE!
Rule 1: Try to never leave a gilder on the hill,
even if it impinges on your flying time, it is always worth the effort.
Then it was onto a bit of a wind chase, but in the end nothing came up
on Saturday afternoon and the cause was abandoned.
However Sunday perked up beautifully and a few of the TOSS lads
had a blast on the hill, almost by themselves due to the
lack of AFC representation. Come on lads, where are you?
The cranking westerly conditions powered through for the entire afternoon
and improved constantly until it was vintage Signal Hill
and the high speed machines were just loving it.
Tim, Malcolm, Ryan and Myself had a somewhat excellent end to the weekend
Tim out in the sunshine with the Mini Vec enjoying the excellent conditions
Sometimes the Cape Just cranks up the magic
There’s a glider in there somewhere… promise