I flew for Miami Valley Aviation, formerly Hogan Air, summer 1989 until spring 1990.
In one of the flying magazines, Plane and Pilot or Flying, a retired Flight Standards District Office check airman named Martha Lunken pens a monthly feature titled Unusual Attitudes. She really liked Hogan Air/MVA, and frequently writes about or at least mentions them. She is a character in and of herself, and MVA really liked her. I met her once or twice, hardly had a contact other than a very reverent “hello”.
One of the pilots was Stan Bagnall. He was a Fifth Air Force C-47 pilot in New Guinea up into the Philippines. You know those photos of C-47s dropping paratroopers onto Corregidor? Stan was the pilot of the lead C-47 of that mission, even though he was not scheduled to fly that day. Stan said on-demand charter was the closest thing to WW2 Pacific flying he experienced, sans an enemy trying to bomb you or shoot you down.
If you have about 2 hours, an interview with him is below. Stan was a class act. Stan could handle any airplane as well as anybody else, was very knowledgeable and patient with new guys. Taught me a lot. He and Kevin were my favorite Captains to fly with. He did not mind answering questions. One of my embarrassing events was explaining in detail to him adverse yaw…with a stuck mic! Columbus Approach was not happy, but they never knew who we were. I was flying a Twin-Beach (the real Beach 18, with short fuselage, tail wheel, and round engines) through the outer bands of Hurricane Hugo with Stan, and definitely yielded the airplane when it came to landing. As expected, he masterfully set it down in a nasty crosswind with nary a bump.)
When I went to work with him he was in his late 60s or early seventies and yet he was still so spry, he could take a running start and vault himself up onto the trailing edge of a DC-3. I’m 6 ft tall and I recall the trailing edge came up to my rib cage. My first attempt to jump the wing (you were too busy to wuss out and use one of those dandyfied fancy ladder contraptions) I missed and caught the trailing edge in the saddle of my crotch. Had a really nice bruise fortunately nothing important was damaged, although people called me squeaky for a few days because of my voice. (I saw an episode of Ice Pilots where a new guy who wanted to get into the cockpit tried that, only he was not as lucky as I was.) Necessity is the mother of invention and skill, and I had no other problems jumping the wing after that, even in rain and snow.
Excluding one of the owners, there were five captains when I was there, Stan being one of them. One of them, if you read about DCs, you’ll see his name mentioned occasionally. Another was Jim - also chief of maintenance - I flew with him a couple of times but he was mainly in the hangar. Those two were universally worshiped as the kind of awesome excellent pilots everybody wanted to be like; both were willing to talk to her new co-pilots about how to become better pilots. ( Kevin’s dad was the curator of the US Air Force Museum at the time.).
The two other captains were “J” and “C”. Like Kevin, “J” had the reputation of being able to fly anything in any situation and handle it properly. But he was a jackass - surly, pompas, condescending, and a smartalek. He also thought the rules never applied to him and did a lot of crazy crap. He ended up quitting the company, buying a Twin-Beech, and starting a one-man on-demand charter outfit. That is, until he had a severe engine failure at night, in a snow storm come and had to land on the Ohio Turnpike. (Like I said, he was able to handle any situation.). They said he quit flying that night and went back to the Midwest and started a concrete business. Nobody I’ve talked to knows for sure; out in Phoenix 10 years ago there was a construct project and the concrete company logo was a Jolly Roger-style skull, wearing a hard hat, with two crossed concrete trows where the bones would be. (Pretty dang cool in my book!). I’ve always wondered if that was his company because that was his personality. “J” I did not like flying with because of his personality, but except for a couple of instances, I always felt comfortable that he could get us out of any bad situation in the air. Then again, he put us into several sketchy situations and the only time that I wasn’t sure if I would get out of the airplane unhurt was due to one of his antics.
“C” was the opposite. He had the seniority and position over me, but I was never completely comfortable with his ability as a pilot. Or that he was a 45-year-old 14-year-old. I eventually we came familiar with his quirks but I was never always comfortable flying with him. One time, I actually took the airplane from him, an incredibly serious fracture of all standing conventions between pilot and co-pilot. After narrowly escaping with my job because of that, and learning a little more tact, I have more instances where I kept “C” (and me) from FSDO’s magnifying glass.
I have stories about J and C. Most of which are not complimentary. Although, I know they had plenty of complaints about me, according to my two roommates.
All in all, I really enjoyed my time there, but I was too much of a nerd, had too obtuse a sense of humor (and “assumed” everyone understood it), did not fit in with the company culture, did not understand how to “play the game”, and filed too many IFR flight plans for their tastes. (Read between the lines.). Ah, live and learn. But I’d had left the company before they made national news. But those are stories for the future.
Here’s the interview with Stan.