Recently, some friends and I engaged in some good hangar flying at the airport. One friend told the story of a pilot years ago who was spotting fish off the New England coast. The pilot was about a hundred miles off the coast, flying a Super Cub below a 700-foot overcast, attempting to rendezvous with the fishing boat he worked for.
As he flew, he noticed that his directional gyro (DG) was precessing more than normal, and he kept resetting it to maintain orientation. At some point he realized that his compass was dry, and it was no longer pointing north. He?d reset the DG so many times he didn?t have a clue which direction he was flying. In a nutshell, he was lost.
Robert N. Rossier
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