It's taken me a week to pluck up the courage to tell this story and seek some advice:
A farmer pilot and his wife in our area invite 20 or so planes to their farm once a year for a barbque. They have a great set up - with a very good strip, just North of Wellington, NSW. The event was last weekend.
It was a bit far for me to travel in my trike, so I hitched a lift with another local pilot / owner in his Storch. What a fabulous machine. We left at 0900 with an ETA of around 1015 cruising at 65kts. On the way to meet him (wont name him here - but he is well known to many on this forum) I had a half litre of flavoured milk, about an hour after having had breakfast. I thought about having a pee before climbing in the a/c, but thought "no need - did that an hour or so ago"....
Well, you guessed it - 40 minutes into the flight I was busting; and the upright angle of the rear seat in the Storch didnt help. I finally announced that to the guy in the front seat, telling him that I would be struggling to go the distance...
"No problem", he says - with me looking down on the mostly tiger country around us - "the Storch will go in anywhere..." And in we went; a smallish paddock on the top of a ridge, replete with stumps and heaps of rocks, and steep gorges on all sides.. He did one pass, then a 360 at an impossibly low speed - lined up on a bit of bare-ish dirt and plonked it down with the stall buzzer squealing; followed by a ground roll of about 20m!
I leapt out - did my thing - took a quick photo. He turned the tail dragger around in its own length - gunned it under brakes and we were off in about 50m; bloody amazing..
But apart from experiencing the impressive STOL performance of the Storch - here I was, a pilot myself, creating risk and inconvenience to my friend and PIC.
So what do others do? Is it as simple as pre-flight planning to limit ones fluid intake beforehand - and end up thirsty in flight - or are there pee-bottles, or what? If there are - it would be OK for us lads - but more difficult for the ladies...I'd imagine.
Cheers,
A contrite Chris