To be truthful though I’ve always regarded the soft field practice
as a bit of an academic exercise. When you sign the rental agreement for a
plane from the flight school, it specifically forbids you from taking it onto
gravel or grass surfaces, for insurance reasons I believe. So I didn’t really
think it was of that much real life relevance to me at this moment.
Apparently Bob isn’t covered by the same restrictions I am!
Seriously I honestly didn’t think that we were going to land. We did a high and
low level inspection of the surface. I managed to spot that the surface was OK
but failed miserably to spot the errant wind sock. Eventually we figured out which
runway we needed and I set us up for an approach. Even at this point I really
wasn’t sure that we were going to land. I figured we’d do a late overshoot. I
listened to Bob’s guidance and finally got the hint that he wanted me to bring her
down. Just to confirm I asked “I’m sorry you want me to do what now?”
The landing was ok, the approach a bit wonky, not helped by the
fact that grass strips don’t exactly stand out from the surrounding fields. I completely
lost sight of the airport on the base leg. I ended up high and had to slip it
down on final.
Grass surfaces certainly fee different, on landing I barely needed
to touch the brakes to bring us to a stop, even given the short runway length.
Conversely on takeoff, it seemed to take forever to accelerate up to even
shortfield rotate speed. I remember doing my usual airspeed check on the
takeoff run and looking at the engine RPM at least twice to convince myself
that we were generating enough power. It sure as hell didn’t feel like it and keeping back pressure on the control column takes a lot of muscle power. My puny arms are suffering now!
Fun even if it was completely unexpected!
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