fiebichpvNovember 20, 2015, 2:12am
The Huns got me!!
So there I was, 200 feet AGL and climbing having just lifted off the sod runway. Flak was bursting all around me and I was taking small arms fire along with larger gun shells. The Huns had crawled through the roadside ditches and culverts to within two miles of Blue Sky Ranch Aerodrome (35KS) in Haysville, Kansas. I was the only plane airborne. They were laying in wait to pounce on the first plane off the runway, I was it!
Bill Bailey (a.k.a. Avenger) was in the hangar doing maintenance on his warbird; "Big Red" (Taylorcraft). He saw me take off to the south and listened to my engine becoming quieter. Then it got real quiet.
The Huns had launched coal-gas fired barrage balloons, each dangling several heavy cables hoping to snag an unwary airplane. Flying there was like running through a cornfield and trying not to hit any stalks.
While pleased with my defensive maneuvering, I was getting into fighting position. Then the engine on my trusty AirBike suddenly quit. Like right now! I thought I had a seizure or had taken a bullet in a piston. The prop stopped at the 12:00-6:00 position, not good for an off-airport landing in a dirt field. Except for the exploding shells and gunfire it was quiet. Or relatively speaking as I now concentrated on gliding my plane to earth.
Almost all of Kansas is an airfield, there was one right below me, all I had to do was dodge the center pivot irrigation unit. This field on alternate years has crops of wheat or corn. The stubble this fall is a mixture of those dead debris. Immediately the stick was pushed forward and my eyes were focused on the ASI until it registered 45 mph. and stayed there.
A quick scan of the temperature gauges showed normal readings, all fuel valves were on, both mags were up. I didn't know what went wrong but would figure that out once on the ground.
The AirBike is not known for its gliding capability. I kept the nose down until about 20 feet above the field then pulled back on the stick. Upon touchdown, I didn't flare very well and was flung several feet back into the air. Next touchdown was OK but then I rolled across a rut formed by one wheel of the center pivot unit. Up in the air again then down to a rolling stop. The Huns must have thought I was going to fight them on the ground because they released their barrage balloons, turned around, and ran away. It was real quiet.
Well, that is the theatrical version, now the rest of the story in a sensible fashion.
Pre-flight and engine warm-up were normal as was the dual mag check. The takeoff and climb at 6500 RPM was normal until the engine quit in less than two minutes from liftoff. I had actually throttled back to cruise (5800 RPM) just seconds before. The field below me was about half a mile square, plenty of room to land in.
While on the ground in that field, I looked for a probable engine failure cause. A cursory check of the engine revealed nothing abnormal, the prop swung through its arc with normal resistance and smoothness. Then I heard Bill Bailey hailing me as he walked from the road onto the field. He knew that my flight was never quiet. He came to investigate and help.
One pull started the engine, I ran it at 6500 RPM for longer than the previous flight and it seemed normal. I lined up on the dirt field for a takeoff. That is until the engine started running rough. One magneto was intermittent and caused some backfiring. Prior to this I thought I would just take off and fly back to the aerodrome. But now I wasn't sure what the problem was. So, I decided not to.
Bill noticed a farm access road connecting the field to the paved road. I taxied over to it and parked. After we had some discussion, I called the police and asked for an escort so I could taxi on the road the two miles back to my hangar. They complied and sent three squad cars. One stopped traffic at the intersection, one was behind me and one came later to collect some information. The road was now clear of traffic so I taxied on it to the hangar driveway.
The officer asked for my name, phone number, and drivers license. I complied and thanked them heartily for their cooperation. They said their report would identify me as "miscellaneous road blockage." I said that is better than trying to explain an airplane taxiing on the road. Things are rather quiet in the Haysville area so I actually provided some excitement for them ?
That's my story and I am sticking to it. Next step is to figure out why one mag is intermittent. Yes, I could have shut down the one mag and tried to fly home on the other one. But I did have a convenient alternate way of getting back and chose it. Also, I still am unsure if that is the only problem. I took the safe road home. One off-airport landing in an evening is enough.
Paul D. Fiebich
PS The first photo below shows the field I landed in, however this photo was taken just prior to harvest last year.
PSS I would have liked to have taken a photo through my windscreen of taxiing down the road but I was busy avoiding mailboxes, trash cans and signs.





So there I was, 200 feet AGL and climbing having just lifted off the sod runway. Flak was bursting all around me and I was taking small arms fire along with larger gun shells. The Huns had crawled through the roadside ditches and culverts to within two miles of Blue Sky Ranch Aerodrome (35KS) in Haysville, Kansas. I was the only plane airborne. They were laying in wait to pounce on the first plane off the runway, I was it!
Bill Bailey (a.k.a. Avenger) was in the hangar doing maintenance on his warbird; "Big Red" (Taylorcraft). He saw me take off to the south and listened to my engine becoming quieter. Then it got real quiet.
The Huns had launched coal-gas fired barrage balloons, each dangling several heavy cables hoping to snag an unwary airplane. Flying there was like running through a cornfield and trying not to hit any stalks.
While pleased with my defensive maneuvering, I was getting into fighting position. Then the engine on my trusty AirBike suddenly quit. Like right now! I thought I had a seizure or had taken a bullet in a piston. The prop stopped at the 12:00-6:00 position, not good for an off-airport landing in a dirt field. Except for the exploding shells and gunfire it was quiet. Or relatively speaking as I now concentrated on gliding my plane to earth.
Almost all of Kansas is an airfield, there was one right below me, all I had to do was dodge the center pivot irrigation unit. This field on alternate years has crops of wheat or corn. The stubble this fall is a mixture of those dead debris. Immediately the stick was pushed forward and my eyes were focused on the ASI until it registered 45 mph. and stayed there.
A quick scan of the temperature gauges showed normal readings, all fuel valves were on, both mags were up. I didn't know what went wrong but would figure that out once on the ground.
The AirBike is not known for its gliding capability. I kept the nose down until about 20 feet above the field then pulled back on the stick. Upon touchdown, I didn't flare very well and was flung several feet back into the air. Next touchdown was OK but then I rolled across a rut formed by one wheel of the center pivot unit. Up in the air again then down to a rolling stop. The Huns must have thought I was going to fight them on the ground because they released their barrage balloons, turned around, and ran away. It was real quiet.
Well, that is the theatrical version, now the rest of the story in a sensible fashion.
Pre-flight and engine warm-up were normal as was the dual mag check. The takeoff and climb at 6500 RPM was normal until the engine quit in less than two minutes from liftoff. I had actually throttled back to cruise (5800 RPM) just seconds before. The field below me was about half a mile square, plenty of room to land in.
While on the ground in that field, I looked for a probable engine failure cause. A cursory check of the engine revealed nothing abnormal, the prop swung through its arc with normal resistance and smoothness. Then I heard Bill Bailey hailing me as he walked from the road onto the field. He knew that my flight was never quiet. He came to investigate and help.
One pull started the engine, I ran it at 6500 RPM for longer than the previous flight and it seemed normal. I lined up on the dirt field for a takeoff. That is until the engine started running rough. One magneto was intermittent and caused some backfiring. Prior to this I thought I would just take off and fly back to the aerodrome. But now I wasn't sure what the problem was. So, I decided not to.
Bill noticed a farm access road connecting the field to the paved road. I taxied over to it and parked. After we had some discussion, I called the police and asked for an escort so I could taxi on the road the two miles back to my hangar. They complied and sent three squad cars. One stopped traffic at the intersection, one was behind me and one came later to collect some information. The road was now clear of traffic so I taxied on it to the hangar driveway.
The officer asked for my name, phone number, and drivers license. I complied and thanked them heartily for their cooperation. They said their report would identify me as "miscellaneous road blockage." I said that is better than trying to explain an airplane taxiing on the road. Things are rather quiet in the Haysville area so I actually provided some excitement for them ?
That's my story and I am sticking to it. Next step is to figure out why one mag is intermittent. Yes, I could have shut down the one mag and tried to fly home on the other one. But I did have a convenient alternate way of getting back and chose it. Also, I still am unsure if that is the only problem. I took the safe road home. One off-airport landing in an evening is enough.
Paul D. Fiebich
PS The first photo below shows the field I landed in, however this photo was taken just prior to harvest last year.
PSS I would have liked to have taken a photo through my windscreen of taxiing down the road but I was busy avoiding mailboxes, trash cans and signs.











