hehe, flew S-3Bs, got a few good tanking stories...
1). first time, i’m settled up behind the basket of another s-3, it’s weaving and dodging, i ask fluff, my instructor, do you just take a stab at the perceived center of motion? he replies, tools, let go of the stick... the basket immediately goes motionless!! hmmm....
2). a group of us go up for training behind a kc-10. i’m in the backseat of bird 3... waiting my turn, we would swap seats airborne for this sort of group training, watching tuna. he gets up close and sits for the longest time. we already asked for lower and slower, we were designed for LOW altitude ops. i immediately recognize he’s out of poop. sure enough, he asks for a few knots. the -10 speeds away! he says “no, even SLOWER!”. they say clear left, deploy all sorts of slow flight things i didn’t even know existed and clear us back in, looking a little like a ruffled chicken. tuna gets close, again, can’t gain in close and suddenly his dumps come on! i think hmmm, dumping gas to get light enough to refuel! wish i had a camera for this!
3) my turn, i usually get closer than most and take a shorter stouter stab. i don’t have enough snot to latch... ok, back up a little and take a longer run... no latch. getting embarrassing, back way up, take a step up and head in with authority! WHAM! big old sine wave heads up the hose to a clearly WIDE EYED boom operator! wuppsie, uh, just hang on until it heads back, which it does! with a vengeance! MASSIVE twaaaaaang, i clear out right immediately. uh, that’s a qual for me! me and my cotac eye the probe best we can, it looks fine. retract and wait what seemed like half hour for the 60 second retract time culminating in an extinguished probe light. cool, must be good. RTB. kinda sorta tell maint to take a look at the probe post flight being a diligent pilot. i pass through the hangar a few hours later and see 703 in there with a probe laying on the ground next to it.... wupsie... i pick it up and sight down it, hehe, pretty bent! i ask if i can take it home and hang it on my wall! that was a NO.
also gave fuel, around the boat this happens at ALL altitudes. a “hawk” was be at a guy’s two o’clock about a 1000 ft basket out ready to refuel as he clears the deck if he bolters.
4). i’m the ready 15 tanker, last recovery. i’ve preflighted, i’m geared up asleep in my rack as my jet was parked right above my stateroom. phone rings, go go go... ok, run up there, AE2 paseka has the apu running spinning up the INS, i climb in hit starter one while climbing in and strapping down. postal, my cotac shows up i hit starter 2 as he secures the hatch. we taxi as he straps down. across the JBD, hook up to the cat, spread the wings, start the before start checklist, salute and BOOM, we’re airborne on a moonless night. immediately i’m told to hawk the last plane airborne, except now me too, who is on his trick or treat pass at two miles aft, which means i should be at 4 miles aft and 250 kts, hmmm... i’m half mile ahead of the ship at 300’ and 130 kts... it’s a maneuver flaps max aoa mushy turn to get as close to as in position as possible. vertigo like MAD!! i mark on top about 700’, maybe 170 kts, but basket out ready to go. he’s a trap, yay, report when ready to recover. N O W. it’s another min radius turn, what’s the danger, already a vertigo mess?! i just want this to end before i realize how miserable i am!!! hell, six minutes ago i was blissfully asleep! roll onto the ball doing a quasi daytime pattern at night, boom, grab a wire and it’s all over before it began! wow!!
there’s a thing called a basket slap... one of my squadron mates got one once, ON THE VERTICAL STAB! Yikes! ever so slight overshoot...
the most horrific things happen during inflight refueling!