Not harmless when you are flying an H-60, on goggles, at night over Jolo island.
Those guys do not show up very well at all on goggles. One second you are cruising over the canopy, the next you are looking for an emergency landing, because you just flew through a bunch, hit one, and are afraid you might have sucked him down an engine.
Then you are crawling around dense, unfamiliar undergrowth, trying to inspect the aircraft, while it is still pulling power, (because the ground isn’t level and we can’t trust it will support our weight). Praying to God the blood smear goes down and not in.
There was blood, no gore, and it was clear it hit the windscreen, but nothing to indicate anything went in the engine. Gauges were clean, so pilots pulled the seat cushions out of their butts, I said a prayer for the poor sky fox, and we went home.
In retrospect we were pretty safe. The H-60 engines are pretty good about not pulling in stuff. They don’t have the kind of suction the fixed wing jets do, big fan on top does a good job keeping the air clear too. Those bats are big. That worked in our favor.
We generally put a little more cushion between us and the canopy after that, but there were some elements that loved to take potshots at us, so it was not an easy balance to make.
Still feel bad about that poor bat.
Edit: I have to be honest and say I can’t really confirm it was even one of these really big ones, since I know there are more than one species of nocturnal fruit bats in the southern Philippines. The sentiment still applies though.
Oh, I thought you were a pilot. I guess we have similar stories. I was a crewman on the UH-1H and then became a website developer later in life. I tried to get my civilian fixed wing pilot’s license a few times, but I never had enough money to take it very far. Now I have the money, but I don’t have the hearing.
Not harmless when you are flying an H-60, on goggles, at night over Jolo island.
Those guys do not show up very well at all on goggles. One second you are cruising over the canopy, the next you are looking for an emergency landing, because you just flew through a bunch, hit one, and are afraid you might have sucked him down an engine.
Then you are crawling around dense, unfamiliar undergrowth, trying to inspect the aircraft, while it is still pulling power, (because the ground isn’t level and we can’t trust it will support our weight). Praying to God the blood smear goes down and not in.
There was blood, no gore, and it was clear it hit the windscreen, but nothing to indicate anything went in the engine. Gauges were clean, so pilots pulled the seat cushions out of their butts, I said a prayer for the poor sky fox, and we went home.
In retrospect we were pretty safe. The H-60 engines are pretty good about not pulling in stuff. They don’t have the kind of suction the fixed wing jets do, big fan on top does a good job keeping the air clear too. Those bats are big. That worked in our favor.
We generally put a little more cushion between us and the canopy after that, but there were some elements that loved to take potshots at us, so it was not an easy balance to make.
Still feel bad about that poor bat.
Edit: I have to be honest and say I can’t really confirm it was even one of these really big ones, since I know there are more than one species of nocturnal fruit bats in the southern Philippines. The sentiment still applies though.
That’s a pretty wild tale. You’ve probably lived more than most of us on this platform, or more than most of us on this earth even.
I’ve got a couple good stories, but it’s all computer work, traffic, and paying bills now.
Booo! You didn’t keep flying after the military?
Wanted to be Macguyver, so I got my EE degree.
I was also a crewman anyway, so I didn’t have a pilots license or anything to build off of.
But yeah, there is not a day that I don’t miss flying.
Oh, I thought you were a pilot. I guess we have similar stories. I was a crewman on the UH-1H and then became a website developer later in life. I tried to get my civilian fixed wing pilot’s license a few times, but I never had enough money to take it very far. Now I have the money, but I don’t have the hearing.
I’ve dealt with eagles plenty while on 60s, and that was bad enough. I can’t imagine dealing with bats of the same size at night.
The 60 is a beast, though.
If I had a nickel…