Witnessed a similar event during the early 1980s while driving north of Ashville, NC, along the French Broad River valley. A Buff was following the river while staying just below the surrounding Blue Ridge Mountains. Made a big impression on me.
Had similiar experiences in Maine in the same time frame looking down from hills at the top of BUFFS out of Loring.
Also saw a tanker in my rear view mirror while driving one day. His undercarriahge was about where one would anticipate seeing the top of a semi. It was a disrorienting feeling for a moment.
My Dad related an incident way back during the Vietnam war, where he was out working in the garden at our old farmhouse, and was suddenly overcome by an intensely creepy sensation. He looked up just in time to see a B52 ghosting overhead at maybe no more than 200-300 ft on a low glidepath into an airfield a ways away. The engines had been throttled all the way down, so the aircraft made virtually no noise, and he never heard it coming. He said it looked black, though my guess is it was dark green and poorly-lit.
Phenomenal aircraft.
"I love to watch when those babies come flying in lowwwww !"
“Witnessed a similar event during the early 1980s while driving north of Ashville, NC, along the French Broad River valley. A Buff was following the river while staying just below the surrounding Blue Ridge Mountains.”
Same time frame I saw two F-4’s flying down a tight river valley about 50 miles west of Asheville, well below the mountain tops. Was outside at the time and about soiled my pants.