Klik, Definitely a testimony to a different time. For as long as I can remember I've always admired the guys that we're not only able to survive in Alaskas unforgiving environs but thrive there. I still admire the resilient men and women that are able to tame the land enough to scratch out a living. 1916 was about 40 years before my FIL came up and learned to fly bush planes. At 15 his mentor figured he had enough experience to fly the passengers to Kodiak on his own. He did, they lived and for the next 50 years he flew all over the world. It wasn't until the Vietnam war that Air America realized some of their pilots didn't have a pilots license and sent him to Florida to get it. They had him fly "reconnaissance" around Cuba to get the checkout flight done. I like the simpler times.
