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long ago my father would land his J3 on the levee. it wasn't even wide enough for two cars to pass without one pulling to the side. that might not sound too spectacular except for the fact it was a float plane. he also used to tie his pirogue between the floats, find a little lake out in the swamp, come in chopping off the tops of trees, land in 8-10 inches of water, shoot a bunch of ducks no one else could get close to and then trim the trees again getting back out. it wasn't very often, but he was fun to be around sometimes. ever TP a house from a low and slow flying plane?
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John
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