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My really excellent contact in Goondiwindi took the whole tail end off for testing and repair. The fabric tested out fine and a repair was made to the big hole. It's a really good job - neat and shiny and you can't see it unless you are looking for it. I think a fella in Boonah did the repair job. So. It's all back together and I have flown it again - all is well. It was a very large mud nest and fell right near the edge of the elevator where the tension on the fabric would have been the greatest, and those mud nests have lots of sharp edges on them. We knocked them all down and the little stinkers have not come back yet! Fingers crossed. Thank you all for your advice and interest. Why not pop out to our place Kilcowera Station next time you want to go for a cross country fly? Just not in summer please :) Cheers Zenonie

Thanks everyone. I have it sorted. We will take it off the plane and take it to be repaired or totally redone if that is what it needs. No more flying for me for a while it seems. Thanks for all your help Cheers

Hey forumites - hope you can help me out. A stinking mud nest has fallen on my skyfoxes elevator and made a hole in the top side about 6 x 7 cm it's quite close to the trailing edge and about halfway along the thing. Question 1. Can you please tell me what type of fabric it is? 2. And also the type of paint that was used on top of the fabric by Skyfox? Years ago I was given a piece of the fabric by a LAME to do any minor repairs if needed but have never had to use it. The time has come it seems. And lastly would it be safe enough in the interim to tape it up with gorilla tape and fly it? Ouch!!!! Don't bag me! I live in the outback and there is no help available to me and we are trying to muster cattle. We need the plane! Thanks Zenonie.

Oh yeah, it's all so funny the first time around! Just try listening, for the thousandth time, to some idiot mangling your local towns name, It all gets pretty boring. AND we are supposed to find it amusing. How hard is it to sound out and say Thar - go - min - dah ? Or Cunn - a -mulla? We had a dill here recently who wanted to paddle down the Darling River but couldn't remember or pronounce half of the place names along it. But I forget that there are a hell of a lot of people out there these days who really cannot read or write or spell very well at all! It doesn't hurt to do a little research before you head off into the big blue just so you don't look particularly stupid when you get there. Excuse me, but we did have some trying people visiting towards the end of our season! And Kilcowera is Kil - cow - ra. Love mozarts yarn about the Bantam and the chicken - too cute!

Hi guys and girls! I would like to pick your brains! A new website is being put together for us here at Kilcowera Station. Now I know that some of you have been here and others of you fly around the countryside for fun. Could you please tell me what sort of search terms you use on the internet when looking for places to land and stay at on your trips away? Your input will be greatly appreciated. Cheers Toni

A recent flight from my place Kilcowera Station to Quilpie ( all in SW QLD ) took just over 3 hours in my 1997 CA 25N Skyfox. Was flying to Quilpie to have a new engine put in my plane. The return trip took 70 minutes! Gotta hate head winds! I wish - still it wouldn't be too good for mustering!

A recent flight saw me going from Kilcowera Station where I live to Quilpie to get a new engine put into my 1997 CA 25N Skyfox. It took me a little over 3 hours to get there and just a little over 1 hour on the way home! Hate those head winds!!! Cheers Toni

Hi there just wanted to let all of you know that there has been some great rain in western QLD, lots of rivers have run, there is a green shoot everwhere and some of the more opportunistic wildflowers are already producing! Now we'll just keep our fingers crossed for some follow up please! The birds here at Kilcowera are just loving the influx of water, insects and flowers too. And our lagoon is full again - time to launch the kayak! With binoculars in one hand and the camera in the other of course! It's the best time for a fly around after some rain, the countryside just sparkles! Cheers Toni [ATTACH]19468[/ATTACH]

Subject: LETTER FROM AN AUSTRALIAN CATTLE STATION PILOT. Dear Bill, I'm writing to you because I need your help to get me flamin' pilot's licence back. You keep telling me you got all the right contacts. Well now's your chance to make something happen for me because, mate, I'm bloody desperate. But first, I'd better tell you what happened during my last flight review with the CASA Examiner. On the phone, Ron (that's the CASA feller), seemed a reasonable sort of a bloke. He politely reminded me of the need to do a flight review every two years. He even offered to drive out, have a look over my property and let me operate from my own strip. Naturally I agreed to that. Anyway, Ron turned up last Wednesday. First up, he said he was a bit surprised to see my plane on a small strip outside my homestead, because the authorized landing area is about a mile away. I explained that because this strip was so close to the homestead, it was more convenient than the "ALA," and despite the power lines crossing about midway down the strip, it's really not a problem to land and take-off, because at the halfway point down the strip you're usually still on the ground. For some reason Ron, seemed nervous. So, although I had done the pre-flight inspection only four days earlier, I decided to do it all over again. Because the examiner was watching me carefully, I walked around the plane three times instead of my usual two. My effort was rewarded because the colour finally returned to Ron's cheeks. In fact, they went a bright red. In view of Ron's obviously better mood, I told him I was going to combine the test flight with some farm work, as I had to deliver three poddy calves from the home paddock to the main herd. After a bit of a chase I finally caught the calves and threw them into the back of the ol' Cessna 172. We climbed aboard but Ron, started getting onto me about weight and balance calculations and all that crap. Of course I knew that sort of thing was a waste of time because calves like to move around a bit particularly when they see themselves 500-feet off the ground! So, it's pointless trying to secure them as you know. However, I did tell Ron that he shouldn't worry as I always keep the trim wheel set on neutral to ensure we remain pretty stable at all stages throughout the flight. Anyway, I started the engine and cleverly minimised the warm-up time by tramping hard on the brakes and gunning her to 2,500 RPM. I then discovered that Ron has very acute hearing, even though he was wearing a flamin' headset. Through all that noise he detected a metallic rattle and demanded I account for it. Actually it began about a month ago and was caused by a screwdriver that fell down a hole in the floor and lodged in the fuel selector mechanism. The selector can't be moved now, but it doesn't matter because it's jammed on "All tanks," so I reckon that's OK. However, as Ron was obviously a nit-picker, I blamed the noise on vibration from a stainless steel thermos flask which I keep in a beaut little possie between the windshield and the magnetic compass. My explanation seemed to relax Ron, because he slumped back in the seat and kept looking up at the cockpit roof. I released the brakes to taxi out, but unfortunately the plane gave a leap and spun to the right. "Hell" I thought, "not the starboard wheel chock again". The bump jolted Ron back to full alertness. He looked around just in time to see a rock thrown by the prop-wash disappear completely through the windscreen of his brand new Commodore. "Now I'm really in trouble", I thought... While Ron was busy ranting about his car, I ignored his requirement that we taxi to the ALA, and instead took off under the power lines. Ron didn't say a word, at least not until the engine started coughing right at the lift off point, and then he bloody screamed his head off. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!". "Now take it easy Ron", I told him firmly. "That often happens on take-off and there is a good reason for it". I explained patiently that I usually run the plane on standard MOGAS, but one day I accidentally put in a gallon or two of kerosene. To compensate for the low octane of the kerosene, I siphoned in a few gallons of high octane MOGAS and shook the wings up and down a few times to mix it up. Since then, the engine has been coughing a bit but in general it works just fine, if you know how to coax it properly. Anyway, at this stage Ron seemed to lose all interest in my test flight. Anyhow, on levelling out, I noticed some wild camels heading into my improved pasture. I hate bloody camels, and always carry a loaded 303, clipped inside the door of the Cessna just in case I see any of the bastards. We were too high to hit them, but as a matter of principle, I decided to have a go through the open window. Mate, when I pulled the bloody rifle out, the effect on Ron was electric. As I fired the first shot his neck lengthened by about six inches and his eyes bulged like a rabbit with myxo. He really looked as if he had been jabbed with an electric cattle prod on full power. In fact, Ron's reaction was so distracting that I lost concentration for a second and the next shot went straight through the port tyre. Ron was a bit upset about the shooting (probably one of those pinko animal lovers I guess) so I decided not to tell him about our little problem with the tyre. Shortly afterwards I located the main herd and decided to do my fighter pilot trick. Ron had gone back to praying when, in one smooth sequence, I pulled on full flaps, cut the power and started a sideslip from 5000 feet at 130 knots indicated (the last time I looked anyway) and the little needle rushed up to the red area on me ASI. What a buzz, mate! About half way through the descent I looked back in the cabin to see the calves gracefully suspended in mid air and mooing like crazy. I was going to comment to Ron on this unusual sight, but he looked a bit green and had rolled himself into the foetal position and was screamin' his head off. Mate, talk about being in a bloody zoo. You should've been there, it was so bloody funny! At about 500 feet I levelled out, but for some reason we kept sinking. When we reached about 100 feet, I applied full power but nothing happened. No noise no nothin'. Then, luckily, I heard me instructor's voice in me head saying "carb heat, carb heat". So I pulled carb heat on and that helped quite a lot, with the engine finally regaining full power. Whew, that was real close, let me tell you! Then mate, you'll never guess what happened next! As luck would have it, at that height we flew into a massive dust cloud caused by the cattle and suddenly went I.F. bloody R, mate. You would have been really proud of me as I didn't panic once, not once, but I did make a mental note to consider an instrument rating as soon as me gyro is repaired (something I've been meaning to do for a while now). Suddenly Ron's elongated neck and bulging eyes reappeared. His mouth opened very wide, but no sound emerged. "Take it easy," I told him, "we'll be out of this in a minute". Sure enough, about a minute later we emerged, still straight and level and still at 50 feet. Admittedly I was surprised to notice that we were upside down, and I kept thinking to myself, "I hope Ron didn't notice that I had forgotten to set the QNH when we were taxiing". This minor tribulation forced me to fly to a nearby valley in which I had to do a half roll to get upright again. By now the main herd had divided into two groups leaving a narrow strip between them. "Ah!" I thought, "there's an omen. We'll land right there". Knowing that the tyre problem demanded a slow approach, I flew a couple of steep turns with full flap. Soon the stall warning horn was blaring so loud in me ear that I cut its circuit breaker to shut it up. But by then I knew we were slow enough anyway. I turned steeply onto a 75 foot final and put her down with a real thud. Strangely enough, I had always thought you could only ground loop in a tail dragger but, as usual, I was proved wrong again! Halfway through our third loop, Ron at last recovered his sense of humour. Talk about laugh. I've never seen the likes of it. He couldn't stop. We finally rolled to a halt and I released the calves, who bolted out of the aircraft like there was no tomorrow. I then began picking clumps of dry grass. Between gut wrenching fits of laughter, Ron asked what I was doing. I explained that we had to stuff the port tyre with grass so we could fly back to the homestead. It was then that Ron, really lost the plot and started running away from the aircraft. Can you believe it? I saw him running off into the distance, arms flailing in the air and still shrieking with laughter. I later heard that he had been confined to a psychiatric institution - poor bugger! Anyhow mate, that's enough about Ron. The problem is I got this letter from CASA a couple of days ago withdrawing, as they put it, my privileges to fly; until I have undergone a complete pilot training course again and undertaken another flight proficiency test. Now I admit that I made a mistake in taxiing over the wheel chock and not setting the QNH using strip elevation, but I can't see what else I did that was a so bloody bad that they have to withdraw me flaming' license. Can you? Ralph H. Bell Mud Creek Station Top of Form

This stall warning topic really got everyone going! I personally appreciate the thing going off when I'm mustering in my gazelle. A lot of the time it's concentration and eyes out of the aircraft, flying by the seat of your pants as I am keeping track of the stock. Stall waning going off while I'm in a tight turn is very helpful, it's just automatic - either a bit of nose down or more power or both. Can any one tell me what a 1996 gazelle is worth these days. It's nearly due for a new engine.

As a matter of supreme interest how much did you get for the gazelle? Cheers

Well thank you, I could add a few more but don't want my halo to choke me! Interesting about the skyfoxes considering the company went overseas years ago. My little cutie is nearly due for a new engine. I love it , it's great to fly around the property.

I wonder how many Skyfoxes are still flying around? And is Coastal Aviation the best to go to for parts? I could not recomend Gympie, in my experience they were totally unreliable. Zenonie

We have a bloke up the road who has been flying one mustering for about 25 years. He swears by it, hasn't had any accidents in it either. He also had a drifter for a few years but sold it. Zenonie.

Hi Dazza, our youngest daughter flies the same route every second wednesday too, works for Santos out of Roma.

Not today, anyway, bushfires around from the stinking, rotten lightning yesterday! Fires to the north of us and to the west. If your interested check out this site http://www.firenorth.org.au/nafi2/

That would give the old undercarriage a workout! I caught that plane once, got on in Quilpie and went to Mt Isa. Your right it would be good to do it in a wet year maybe have a week around the Isa before you came back, there's lots to see up that way. Where does you job take you to Willie? I have a brother who lives in Dysaght and operates a drag line for MBA and another family member owns and operates the Dajarra Roadhouse. Cheers

Yes it probably was Macair. That Quilpie run is a real milk run it goes up to Mt Isa doesn't it? I find it fascinating to be able to see all the little towns from the air, and the irrigation areas. That TWBA Sydney run has really taken off. It was interesting the other day as there was a substantial easterly wind all day and so the pilots were doing proper circuits at each aerodrome all the way out, but would have been doing straight in approaches on the way back to Brissie, so really got to check out peoples back yards!

I've been on the Sytrans flights quite a few times this year, they go from Brisbane to Toowoomba, St George, Cunnamulla and finally land inThargomindah, then they go back again. The service on the plane is truly excellent, nothing is too much trouble for the one flight attendant. The plane they use for this service is a Dash 8 which seats 36 and cruises at 237 knots. It's a great service for us in the bush if we can get the cheap fare it's under $500 for a return trip to Toowoomba for me. Thumbs up to Skytrans!!!!!

Well Robbo, whats wrong with it? Is it worse than Vista? Couldn't be could it?

Good on you, thanks, Kilcowera is on Facebook too.

Just wanted to let people know that our part of the Outback is looking amazing with lots of grass, fat stock and the birdlife is incredible. If anyone wants to visit Currawinya National Park be warned that the Lakes road is closed to all vehicles. Access to the enormous saline Lake Wyara can be had for guests staying at Kilcowera Station. Cardenyabba Lagoon is full and a great place to camp for a few days or a week as is the Shearers Quarters campground. The quarters is also available for accommodation. The whole of SW Queensland looks great, the rivers are full, roads are open and councils have been working on most of them. The outback is looking terrific from the air as all the lakes are full, not sure about Lake Eyre, but it's not the only lake out here! Cheers Zenonie

Then you get that stupid bird that comes down from PNG every Summer. Anyone heard it? Kind of does a wooo wooo stupid noise. Oh Darren the birdos would be horified if they saw that comment. They take the migration of the cuckoos and Koels very seriously!

Crikey sounds like your going to have a bloody beaut party Kaye, all the best to you and many happy returns! zenonie

Thanks Kay, I should have pm you. Thought of that after I put my message up.... All the best T:biggrin: