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A new contest.

Okay, for those of you following half the conversation yesterday, Bill the Rotorhead sent me a picture of his young, combat pilot in Vietnam self (when his hair was still dark), taken just after a mission moving SEALs around when his bird attracted attention from the hostiles.

Your mission. Count the bullet holes in the aircraft. On this side, anyway. And Bill says they are all on this side - and in the picture.


Click here to get the picture in it's full-size glory.

No answers in the comments, please. Give the other guys a chance - without possibly misleading them. Email your analyses...

Bill does offer these hints.

Gratuitous hint numbah one: In my outfit, we waxed our aircraft as an anti-corrosion measure, but didn't buff 'em. The wax made small-caliber bullets act like they were Teflon-coated, so if they were fired from within 100m, they'd slip through the aircraft skin without chipping the paint; hence, no large, shiny areas of exposed metal (I think the zinc chromate primer may have helped paint retention, too) around a puncture. The edge of the holes were shiny, but film grain in this pic wasn't fine enough to show anything but the holes, for the most part. Gratuitous hint numbah two: As an example of what you should be looking for, check the lower-right corner of my door frame--entry hole is on the outside, exit is on the inside. Okay--now find the others... This is fun being on the other side of the "Whatsdis?" picture game!

Winner gets a Castle mug, courtesy the Armorer. The winner being randomly picked by Bill from all the correct entries. One entry apiece, please. In the case of female aspirants, I'm sure sexy photos sent to Bill *will* influence the judging process, but please time them so that they arrive after normal work hours, Eastern Standard Time, so that Mrs. Bill can properly enjoy them too!

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The picture quality is too low to make out the bullet holes. The only one I could see is on the left end of the skid -as to the others . . .
 
Photos arriving drenched in "White Diamonds" will be transported, unopened, to the dog-run...
 
No one said it would be easy, Hal. I freely admit, if you have Photoshop, Paint Shop, or similar program, there are several filters available that will make it easier. That said, before I enhanced in Photoshop, I found at least half the holes, using those pictures.
 
Hal - C'mon--even John found more than that on his first try... Gratuitous hint numbah three: There are dents and dings in the aircraft resulting from the "fair wear and tear" of normal operations. They don't count. Unless you're really, really cute...
 
Hal - take a look at the freebie hole that Bill pointed out, right at the corner of the pilot's door, and the one on the skid - and look for fainter cousins elsewhere on the bird. I also have noted - looking at this photo on three different monitors - that what kind of monitor and what resolution -=does=- make a difference in clarity.
   
LL - One of the reasons my face is a tad blurry is because I was still shaking like an aspen leaf in a hurricane. Takes more than two bullets to disturb my equilibrium. Of course, you may be right, and it was just the six cups of Navy coffee... =]
   
I looked all over the darn thing and came up with 10.
 
ALCON - Thanks for the feedback, but don't forget to e-gram John. Hmmmmf. Just dawned on me why he included the sexy photo remark--he gets to see everything first. Just kidding, Beth. Honest. Jokee-jokee. (John, hide the bat--quick)...
 
I'll not compete in the contest, other folks having better warez and skills, but I can't help thinking about the expression on Bill's face, and the way he's holding that pistol. Reminds me of the song about the gal who had trouble acting normal when she was "nerrrvous!"
 
Justthisguy - That's what twenty-two looks like after flying SEAL (mad as hatters, all of them...I felt right at home) missions. Pic was taken on Sea Float in the Nam Can River--and no, I didn't see John Kerry.
 
(continued, following local ISP burp) 's why I had the hardware out. BillT
 
AFSister - Shame on me for waiting this long to reply; no excuse. I obviously can't tell you if you're close or way off, but thanks for the time you took. BTW, the venerable UH-1H is not a "darn thing" but a gallant sky-chariot bringing joy to the beleaguered friend and fearful consternation to the foe. That said, yeah, the darn thing is a bit noisy and it shakes like a wet retriever, but ol' Hubert brought my butt home when it counted (granted, it's not the best-looking butt on the block, but I've grown quite attached to it over the years...) Old aviation saying: "When the last BlackHawk and the last Apache are flown into the Davis-Monthan boneyard, there'll be a Huey waiting to take the crew to the snack bar." Gratuitous disclaimer: Mister Chairman, I am not now, and never have been, involved with flicking my cigarette ashes out the aircraft window over populated areas. I have, however, dropped a pencil, three Bic pens, the aircraft logbook and a five-pound fire extinguisher. Not all on the same day. =]
 
Bill- So THAT'S how the fire extinguisher sized hole got in my roof! LOL! My husband's a big Huey fan- he'll appreciate the Apache-Blackhawk saying. So, does your sky chariot have 10 holes in it as I guessed? Or only 3, like Liberal Larry counted. BTW- what were you doing up at 1am??? I many be in my 30's, but that's late!
 
Yep, I'll believe no Kerrys. Any Zumwalts? (Damn shame about Elmo having to poison his own kid with that Agent Orange stuff. I think they both agreed, it was the right thing to do at the time, knowing what they knew then.)
 
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