DOWN AND BACK
Friday, July 29th, 2011. Imagine a foursome of golfers at the Huron Pines Golf and Country Club near remote Blind River, Ontario, about to tee-off from the 18th on a wet afternoon. The skies are dank and glowering, the air humid and close, the waters from the Mississagi River run the length of the fairway. As the fourth man addresses his ball, the others stop talking and the sounds of nature take the place of the gossip and cursing. Waggling his club head, he hears the raven's croak in the pitch pine behind the tee box, a cicada buzzing like a downed power line and an unidentified sound that stops him mid-backstroke. Far above, out of the eastern sky, comes a clattering relic from some distant time and place. Against the heavy, gray belly of cloud, the black silhouette of a large, war-like biplane moves with great effort and great noise towards the west, picking its way through the mists.
The golfer holds his swing and stares, as do his mates, at this wraith, this ghost, this steam-punk flying machine sweeping out of a memory and into the west. As the anachronism lumbers to the west, it is followed closely by a silver airplane of more modern configuration. The modern one seems to be chasing the wire and fabric behemoth, dodging and swinging from one side to the other. In a few minutes, they are both gone - over the Mississagi River, over the pines to the west, into the mists.
The man at the tee, rattled by what he has just witnessed, slices his shot. The ball arcs up and then, seeming to follow the flight path of the airplanes, drops into the Mississagi River. The golfers gather their wits, pick up their jaws, shoulder their bags and walk off the tee box in silence.
This day, Ontarians, from Mattawa to Sault Ste Marie, tell of seeing the same aerial apparition – a farmer cutting hay near Verner, a man in a kayak near Killarney, tree planters near Plummer, a motel operator in Bruce Mines. What they saw was not a North Atlantic ghost, a flying Marie Celeste or temporal voyager, but rather the Vintage Wings of Canada Fairey Swordfish torpedo bomber clawing and thrashing its way to Oshkosh, Wisconsin, on the shores of the green waters of Lake Winnebago.
Until just a couple of months before, the Swordfish had lain fallow at the back of the Vintage Wings hangar, held hostage by a paralyzed engine overhauler in England for more than four years. But this gray and misty day, she was alive once again and working her way west to the Sault, and then the next day to the south along the western shore of Lake Michigan with a right turn at Lake Winnebago.
The “Stringbag”, as she was known by her Second World War crews, was piloted by veteran big-radial driver Bob “Sledhead” Childerhose with son Austin and mechanic Andrej Janik alternating hops in the open observer/gunner cockpit behind him. Due to radio problems, the Swordfish was escorted the entire way by Doug Fleck in an RV-8 home-built to handle communications. It was tiring, yet exciting and beautiful at the same moment. The trip took eight hours over two days and was the equivalent of flying from Cardiff, Wales to Berlin, Germany or New york to Savannah, Georgia - not an adventure for the weak spirit.
As the team approached Lake Winnebago, it was met by a Beech Bonanza with Warbird Digest photographer Scott Slocum shooting for an upcoming issue of the magazine. Fleck in the RV-8 slid out far to the left to allow the Bonanza to manoeuvre freely about the Swordfish. The photo session was finished about the time the Swordfish was ready to join the circuit at Oshkosh. Despite some technical glitches en route, Nordo radio status and many hours of grueling travel, the Swordfish touched down at Whitman Airfield to much fanfare and the rat-a-tat-tat of a thousand Nikon motordrives.
Let's take a look at the journey down.
Oshkosh Bound
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Due to additional technical difficulties, the Swordfish remained in Oshkosh for a few days after the show. As a result the entire team had disbursed back to jobs and home - Pilots Childerhose and Fleck back home in the RV-8, young Austin off to Winnipeg in the back of the Vintage Wings Mustang. Vintage wings test pilot John Aitken and maintainers Paul Tremblay and Ken Wood (metal work guru) were dispatched to bring her home. Being still without a functioning radio, a new escort aircraft would have to be found.
Stepping up to the plate were EAA staffers Adam Smith and Janet Davidson, who are always up for an aerial adventure. They followed the Swordfsih home and kept a link to towers and controllers along the route. When asked about her thoughts of the experience, Davidson spoke passionately,“It was a really fun and interesting trip to be involved with. I'm very glad that we were fortunate enough to be available and have the opportunity to fly alongside such a unique aircraft. The first time I saw one was 20 years ago. I was at college in London studying for the CAA exams. A Swordfish flew past the classroom window along the Thames. Needless to say, the class subject was immediately ignored!
Like Adam, I too was struck by the size of the Swordfish once it arrived in Oshkosh. On the ground it was surprisingly large, but in the air, against a benign Midwestern summer sky, it looked as small and vulnerable as a Cub. Trying to picture it and the crews who flew it out over the rough, forbidding North Atlantic conditions - it really says a lot for the courage of those people. One compass on board, which, as John [Aitken] described it, "likes metal & thunderstorms" was supposed to get you back to your carrier in what were probably pretty nasty IFR conditions. It definitely took more courage than most folks have.
John, Ken & Paul certainly earned their beers coping with the challenges the Swordfish created for them – from fixing broken chains [Flywheel chain from crank] to working the hand crank to get it started. It is definitely a "team effort" kind of an aeroplane.
Thoroughly enjoyed helping to bring it home”
Janet's Husband, Adam Smith, Vice President of EAA Membership, added,
“The lowest point of the trip was after all the trials & tribulations the mechanics had gone through to fix the engine, we were sitting in the 180 [Cessna] ready to go, then the chain drive on the inertial starter snapped... another delay... frantic chase round half the hardware stores in Oshkosh looking for a 50c piece of chain.
The rest of the trip was great... it was an honor to escort the Stringbag. Several times we thought about the brave souls that flew these things off aircraft carriers into horrible weather and anti-aircraft fire... so that we could fly today in the free and sunny skies of North America.”
Well said Adam. Let's simply see the photos of the trip back now.