by Rick Masters » Sun Jan 25, 2015 6:37 pm
I heard Conniry launched off Big Tujunga and flew into the hillside on the way down. USHGA Accident Chairman Robert V. Wills speculated that "Conniry may have become disorientated when he converted to a prone flying position." I tend to believe that because he was such a good pilot.
I remember when I switched to prone on my Seagull III, it took a few flights before I got comfortable. It was disorientating and I veered all over the place with my legs hanging down like a duck. I was a novice on sand dunes and I knew I wasn't good. Pat, on the other hand, was at the top of his game. He had just completed a television special where he taught Margot Kidder to fly a hang glider in Wyoming. He probably felt invincible.
I had another friend, an accomplished expert, Keith Davis, who flew straight into a tree off Walt's Point while looking down at his boot, trying to get his feet into his harness. Flew straight into this beautiful tree in a mild dive and killed himself. He nailed that tree on his topless Dawn. He may never have seen the tree. We always flew over the tree. The tree wasn't the problem. The problem was, Keith stopped flying.
I'll always remember the words of my mentor Don Partridge, relaying the words of Steve Sperlock. "Don't stop flying." People who get killed often stop flying and do something else. Pay attention. Don't stop flying. Years later, Steve Hawxhurst, USHGA president, told me the same message.
"Keep flying," Hawxhurst told me, taking a lost book and reading from it. "Steve Sperlock said, 'Hang gliding burns energy – a lot of mental and physical energy. It's a mind game with unknown and limitless rules. The further a pilot ventures into unknown regions, the greater the risk. At any time, a new set of circumstances may appear that do not follow the rules of flight known to the pilot. On this occasion, he must be persistently innovative, striving to regain full control of the situation.' That's his way of saying, 'Keep flying.'"
Don always said he recognized two kinds of people who flew hang gliders. One kind flew the hang glider. The other kind: the hang glider flew them. It became pretty obvious to me, my first year flying the Owens, what he meant. But today, with the terrible death rate in paragliding, I see it again. Paragliders fly people. It's the same thing. The same message. But paragliders are so slow, you can stop flying and just ride along.