Way back in the dark ages I was scouting for Roosevelt Elk on the West side of Washington's Olympic Peninsula. Up the back country on the Sitkum River Headwaters, I was on a ridgetop at about 4000 feet elevation. River bottom was about 2000 feet below me.

Heard a fighter type aircraft burning up the canyon. This was back when the Navy was still flying E6 Prowlers. Looked all around and above, did not see anything. Then I looked down. A darn Prowler was running TFTA maybe 100 feet above the river bottom, headed up river.

Scary. A few milliseconds away from running into the rocky sidewalls of the narrow, steep canyon. Not to mention the over 200 ft high old growth Douglas Fir trees.

Last edited by Cabriolet; 12/08/21.

Survivor of the 13th Original Colony, I escaped on December 17, 1968.