<< Try to put yourself in his place, and then go without sleep for that long, and at the end of 3 straight days go flying. >>
Try and imagine doing it in the busiest-imaginable environment [Within a couple of hundred power-wire and radio-mast and other-obstacle-filled feet of the ground] day-and-night-spraying cotton crops. Try and imagine going to work on Sunday afternoon and coming home at noon on Thursday not having been out of the cockpit for more than twenty minutes from go to whoa -- and in the meanwhile having been airbourne around eighty hours and having sprayed around 25,000 acres of cotton.
You imagine it, that is: I don't have to -- I was in the aeroplane at the time.
Between seasons? How's about relieving the otherwise boredom by single-pilot ferrying light aircraft across the world's oceans -- involving legs of up to 22 hours and perhaps 90 hours of flying per week?
Beats the Heck oudda working for a living, though.
ROFL
I know what you mean. Fly fixed wing traffic watch through five control zones twice daily, dodge all airline, cargo and especially GA traffic at surrounding non towered ops fields and try not to hit any hills or buildings if the wx stinks, all the while delivering reports to my radio station every ten minutes and making it sound like it's all routine while keeping my ticket intact and my hind end alive. Yeah, I'd hate to have to work for a living.
Wow. What other attempts at suicide have you made?
I turned on short final - the sky was blue, and beautiful.
As I made the turn, I was busy adjusting the flaps, talking to the tower, monitoring the airspeed, and adjusting the manifold pressure. The gear was down.
Satisfied that everything inside the aircraft was in order, I looked up - and time stopped.
There was a bald eagle, between me and the sun, wings spread.
The light was filtering through its pinion feathers, creating a rainbow of brown and gold in my cockpit.
I held my breath.
It was - an indescribable sight. The light, the bird of prey, the blue sky - and one of us was going to die.
Thank god those Cessna's have huge bird blenders on the front.