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We were always told that as long as the DC3 was shaking , farting and making noise it was all good. When it was quite there was a problem.

When all is said and done, make a wind vane of her. This aircraft in Whitehorse apparently spent military time in south East Asia before ending up with Canadian Pacific, they sure get around.

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Sleek, fast, aircraft. The company that the USAF contracted to update the B-26 to the A-26K had previously been converting B-26's into executive aircraft for the civilian market, until the execu-jets took over that market.

One of my favorite aircraft! Sleek and deadly.

Little publicized use of them by the CIA using ex Cuban pilots in the Congo in the 60's. A few photos I dredged up on the interenet of them, used in suppressing the Simba uprising, attempted Cuban assistance and then to put down later attempt by mercenaries to stage a coup.

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We were always told that as long as the DC3 was shaking , farting and making noise it was all good. When it was quite there was a problem.

You wouldn't know it, because when it's all quiet, they've either landed and shut down or crashed.

I was on one run by Varig Air in Brazil during the mid seventies when it ran into problems about ten kliks from the dirt/mud strip airport in the middle of the jungle.

That old bird wasn't quite as noisy as it was with running engines, those radials are not quiet, it vibrated, moaned, groaned, squealed and howled all the way along the glide path and the pilot, bless his black heart for being the cheap basterd he was and not loading up enough fuel for the trip, managed to set it down with a heavy loud bang, that sounded like the running gear had been torn off.

I was very surprised that old girl could glide that far, but we did have quite a bit of altitude soooo, we got lucky.

It turned out this was not the first time this particular pilot had scrimped on fuel. I took the river barge out, after that little escapade.
 
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When all is said and done, make a wind vane of her. This aircraft in Whitehorse apparently spent military time in south East Asia before ending up with Canadian Pacific, they sure get around.

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Some info gleaned from the internet:

Built in August of 1942, Douglas serial No. 4665 spent the first three years of her life in the camouflage colours of the United States Army Air Force (USAAF), flying transport missions in India and China.

In April 1946, she was among the C-47s bought by Grant McConachie's newly-formed Canadian Pacific Airlines, to replace the Lockheed Lodestars then on mainline service. Converted to civilian DC-3 configuration with seating for 28 passengers, she was issued the Canadian registration CF-CPY and began a fifteen-year career with CPA. She flew the company's scheduled routes throughout Canada during the mid-1950s, but as CPA upgraded their mainline fleet to Convairs and DC-6Bs, CF-CPY found herself on less glamorous domestic routes such as the run between Whitehorse, the silver-mining town of Mayo and the legendary gold-mining centre, Dawson City.

In April 1960, CF-CPY was sold to Connelly-Dawson Airways of Dawson City. For the next six years she worked as a bush plane, operating on wheels or skis, hauling supplies into remote places such as Old Crow and the oil exploration camps in the Eagle Plains area.

From 1966 until her last flight in November 1970, CF-CPY was again based in Whitehorse, serving the scheduled and charter routes of Great Northern Airways. When GNA declared bankruptcy, she passed into the hands of Northward Airlines, but never flew again. Used for parts for a while, she was finally donated to the Yukon Flying Club in 1977.

Although her total flying time of 31,851 hours is not unusually high for a DC-3, most of that time has been logged either in the Yukon or on connecting routes to the Outside.

Starting in 1977, the Yukon Flying Club restored this northern veteran to its Canadian Pacific Airlines colours for permanent display at the Whitehorse airport. The restoration took four years, but in 1981, she was raised onto the pedestal built by master welder Al Jacobs. Pivoting on its mount, CF-CPY always points into the wind, just as she would have while lined up on the runway for takeoff. Due to the fine balance point, it only takes a 5 knot wind to turn her.

In July 1998, she was brought down from the pedestal for another restoration by the Yukon Transportation Museum (click here for some photos). Following about 1,500 hours of volunteer labour and $20,000 in materials, a pair of cranes lifted her back into position in September 2001.

In July 2009, "Charlie Papa Yankee" once again was brought down from her pedestal, this time to be moved a few hundred meters to a new location at the constantly-expanding Yukon Transportation Museum. There, she remains one of the most popular attractions in Whitehorse.

Glad she's still around, but with enough money I bet she'd go again...
 
I flew DC-3's for 10 years. They are just a mechanical marvel. There really aren't too many things built in the 1930's that are still in regular use today.

I saw one landing in Calgary just yesterday with the Basler turbine engine conversion. I flew that one too and it's just not the same. In fact, it was a real disappointment for me. Safer, yes. Faster, yes. Nostalgic and cool, kinda but not really.

My heart is with the original 14-cylinder Pratt engines, and even more so the 9-cylinder Wright's, even though they tried to kill me a few times.
 
I flew in a North American B-25 Mitchell in the late 40's at Suffield Experimental Station in Alberta. I was about 5 years old.
 
Most military kit of the 1930's and 40's was built to last a short while and then be replaced by another one. It's astonishing any of it still exists, much less achieves flight.

The Douglas Commercial Three is a magnificent piece of design. Can't stress the airframe past its breaking point - the aircraft just won't do anything that can hurt itself, short of flying into clouds full of rocks. It's reasonably simple and easy on the eyes. Slow, loud, and magnificently elegant.

The Baslers are genius but yes, Propliner, I agree - they lose something in their modernity. Round engines forever.

NC30000, the prototype, in flight - 1936:

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She ended up flying with the USAAF as 43-36600 (where they designated her a C-53 - no big cargo door, less reinforcement in the landing gear, and a weaker floor), survived the war, was sold back into civilian service, passed through a bunch of hands and finally was crashed hauling dope on 12 June 1977. A sad end for the old girl.

The last one left the factory in 1945. They've been dickin' around with the recipe ever since.
 
I hated working on the ol' Greasy 3. Getting filthy running wiring through the hydraulics bay, or chasing down a dropped socket from the cockpit all the way to the back as it rolled/ bounced to the tail.

Auggie D.
 
DC-3s/C-47s were the sched. aircraft when I moved to the NWT in the 70s. Longest flight I took on one was Eskimo Point to Fort Smith return. Absolutely great view of the Barrens.
My son was on a DC-3 charter flight from Yellowknife to Whitehorse. Shortly after take-off, he noticed what appeared to be liquid streaming off the trailing edge. Got the crew's attention, they immediately returned to YK, refilled the tank and installed the cap this time.
 
DC-3s/C-47s were the sched. aircraft when I moved to the NWT in the 70s. Longest flight I took on one was Eskimo Point to Fort Smith return. Absolutely great view of the Barrens.
My son was on a DC-3 charter flight from Yellowknife to Whitehorse. Shortly after take-off, he noticed what appeared to be liquid streaming off the trailing edge. Got the crew's attention, they immediately returned to YK, refilled the tank and installed the cap this time.

i must be a generation behind you. All my flights in the north were on King Air 200'a and Hawker Sidley 748's (or 727's to get in and out). However there were always Buffalo C-47's and c-46's at the airport in Yellowknife.
 
In 1976, during the Canadian Pilots strike, I caught a Harrison Airways DC-3 flight from Burns Lake to Cassidy Airport, Nanaimo. I then caught a bus from Nanaimo to get home to Victoria. That old DC-3 was a very humble passenger experience.
I was happy enough to have a route home, however.
 
1st Airborne Task Force formation on their way to France.

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I strongly suspect my fondness for the DC-3 stems from watching the old war movies from the late 40's through the 50's and 60's. Sneaking down to the basement with a bag of Hawkins to watch the old movies broadcast late night in the 70's and early 80's, the Dakotas were the ride of choice for dropping commandos to do commando things against the dirty Nazis. The first movie my dad ever rented for me to watch on our (we were THE ENVY OF THE BLOCK) pop-top Betamax was the Dirty Dozen.

Stirring stuff for an impressionable young lad.
 

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I flew, as a kid, on a RCAF DC3 (Dakota) from Ottawa to Vancouver, and back. Around 1950 or so. Over the Rockies I did not wear my oxygen mask and passed out.

Later, In Gander, I watched a parade of planes flying back and forth across the pond. Some DC3s and C-46s. At the time I thought the C46 was some kind of fat DC-3. Most planes were DC4s, DC6s and the Big DC7s and Super Connies.

In the evening you could hear them do the engine run ups and mag checks on all 4 engines before taking off. I could ID most planes at night by the exhaust gas patterns.
 
Ah - you had to bring the Constellation into it, didn't you Ganderite? :)

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That, right there, is one of the three most beautiful objects ever created by the hand of man. No straight lines. All sinuous curves and forward motion. Jesus, what a thing.

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### with wings. Add up every Hollywood actress of the 40's and 50's, multiply that by two and you come up with a similar level of "Goddamn"...

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I hated working on the ol' Greasy 3. Getting filthy running wiring through the hydraulics bay, or chasing down a dropped socket from the cockpit all the way to the back as it rolled/ bounced to the tail.

Auggie D.

I hated cleaning the DC-3. We would fill 5-gallon buckets full of avgas from the belly sumps and brush the carbon off the belly and engines with it, liquid black sooty exhaust carbon mixed with fuel, oil and sand running down our arms and pouring off our elbows the whole time. We washed our flightsuits, gloves, hands, arms and boots regularly in avgas. We were dirty, greasy and black all the time. Up on the wing, pumping fuel into those big openings, I'd put my gloves into the stream of fuel to wash the oil off them. And gloves never lasted more than a couple weeks, not from oil or avgas but from wear.

Keeping the machines full of sticky W100 oil was a never-ending battle. On a road trip away from base we would load up at least 10 pails and two drums' worth, a drum stand, bung wrenches, rags and funnels to take with us, hoping it would last for a week or two. The Wright engines burned a lot of oil, well over a half gallon per hour each. We had to have a plane fly in extra oil drums at times. And you'd have to somehow keep all that oil warm or else it became totally useless. On a cold day you could pour a puddle of warm oil onto the ground and peel it up like a pancake. It was thicker than honey below 5c. It always needed special consideration.

I liked the hydraulic bay, the main tank was always a nice source of heat to warm our hands, and the navigator's seat there was a comfortable, if temporary, change of pace.
 
1st Airborne Task Force formation on their way to France.

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I strongly suspect my fondness for the DC-3 stems from watching the old war movies from the late 40's through the 50's and 60's. Sneaking down to the basement with a bag of Hawkins to watch the old movies broadcast late night in the 70's and early 80's, the Dakotas were the ride of choice for dropping commandos to do commando things against the dirty Nazis. The first movie my dad ever rented for me to watch on our (we were THE ENVY OF THE BLOCK) pop-top Betamax was the Dirty Dozen.

Stirring stuff for an impressionable young lad.

Seeing that formation, reminded me of my old skydiving buddy Peter Spencer. Pete was a commando and jumped into France during WWII. He stayed on with the Airborne for a time after the war and later setup the para division of the Alberta Forest Service in Edmonton. He was a colourful and great friend.

You mentioned “a bag of Hawkins”. The guy that invented them Jim Marker was an aviation nut supreme and a really low key and humble man. He built a runway on his farm property beside Belleville and opened it up to locals and the Air Cadet summer flying program all for free. Although he had a nice house in Belleville, many nights would be spent in the back room of the flying clubhouse he built on his farm property. A cot in the back room and a hot plate was all he needed to be totally comfortable. He passed away in 2012 and gave the airport to a friend of mine who kept his airplane there.

https://www.thestar.com/news/canada/2012/05/03/cheezies_inventor_dies_in_belleville_ont_at_90.html
 
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