Tuesday, August 14, 2012


It was an eerie quiet. It seemed like an eternity, but was probably 10 seconds. The birds weren’t even chirping. My life as a pilot would never be the same.

Earlier on Sunday afternoon, Bruce and I met at our hangar at Kittie Hill. We pre-flighted the plane and pulled it out of the hangar and turned it toward runway 17. We climbed in and fired it up and began the long bumpy taxi ride out to 17.

When we got to the 17 taxiway, I ran it up to 1700 RPM, checked both mags for an RPM drop, pulled on carb heat and watched the RPMs drop again, then pulled the throttle back to make sure it would run with no throttle. Then I pushed in the carb heat, checked the controls and lined up for takeoff.

Kittie Hill traffic, Luscombe N71743 is taking off runway one seven… We started down the runway as normal and lifted off where I normally do and nothing seemed out of place.

It was about then that I realized I didn’t have the normal amount of power. Everything from that point on happened very quickly. I remember a sinking feeling. Almost as soon as I thought I could save the plane, I realized I couldn’t. I saw the trees coming up quickly and I knew we wouldn’t make it. I told Bruce we were going to crash. I may have also muttered something about the fact that I was going to stall the plane and to hang on. The last thing I did was to pull the stick all the way back and stall us into the trees. According to investigators, this probably saved our lives. I knew I had to do it, but it’s a sickening feeling knowing all of your options have run out.

I remember metal screeching, tree limbs hitting the plane, and my face going toward the panel. I also remember trees going up the windshield at an alarming rate as we fell and knowing it would hurt when we stopped. Then a jolting impact and it was over. My face and ribs hurt and I was scared to touch my face thinking it would be badly damaged.

Then the silence… it couldn’t have been long, but I remember everything being quiet. I felt as if my life had dramatically changed and somehow I just couldn’t believe it.

I looked at Bruce and he looked like he was in shock. I told him we had to get out quickly and then we were climbing out over cactus that had mercifully been crushed by the plane.

It is a horrible feeling to look at the beautiful plane you just bought and know it’s gone. What had been a great source of pride a few minutes ago is now a heap of metal. The wings were bent down, the struts twisted up, the landing gear bent backwards, the windshield shattered, the door posts bent, but remarkably the cockpit had held up and saved our lives.

We stood there in shock for a long time. Bruce and I both had similar injuries, mostly scrapes and bruises. I just couldn’t help but be thankful that we were alive and only had such minor injuries. How we walked away I will never know.

Eventually we walked back over to the hangar to get my truck. I called Travis and Chris and they headed our way. We drove back over to the plane and waited for them to arrive.

A few hours later enough police, fire, and EMS teams showed up to rescue a downed 747. It got interesting for awhile as one of the state troopers decided to be a jackass. I usually don’t have the longest fuse, but I thought I did pretty well with this cop with a Napoleon complex! He was the investigator and I wasn’t going anywhere until he said I could. We were tempted to call the ambulance back and just leave with them! They really wanted to take us anyway!

It’s been a couple of weeks now and I haven’t been back up in a plane. I know the first few times will rattle me. I also know I will fly again. It’s a part of me and I couldn’t live without it. How long before the nightmares stop? How long before I feel I’ve answered all of the questions running through my head?

As of today ,the NTSB and FAA are still looking into the accident. Last I heard they’re leaning toward carb ice and also looking at a fuel selector valve. I don’t know what the outcome will be, but I’ll be glad when it’s over. I’ll let everyone know what comes of the investigation and anything else we find out. For now, I’m feeling pretty lucky to be here writing.

Jack “Battered and Bruised” Fleetwood


flywise said...

Just read the post on your crash. Sorry to hear about the loss of your plane but like you mentioned, it could have been worse. I was nearly one of those fire guys that showed up. My truck got canceled just as we got to Kitty hill.
My station is just the other side of 1431 in Cedar Park.
Glad you guys made it out ok.

Kirby Wiseman

Jack Fleetwood said...

Kirby, it would have been nice to have someone who understood aviation there! I'm working with the Texas Aviation Association now to provide training to the Police. The Fire and EMS teams were great, the DPS needs a little improvement.

You're right though, sad but very lucky.