course we didn't have no air base around to hear any military planes, but we had more of them single engine spray planes flyin around out there in the country than you could stir with a stick,
most of em took off from a local airport every morning, but would then land at some farmers to fill up with water and poison, my granddad had one guy he'd let land on his pasture and fill up. I was 6 and when Doyle was flyin I'd be down there when he landed, he had one of them converted PIPER CUB, when he'd land he'd kill it and start fillin it up and hop me up in the seat, he showed me what I could touch and what I couldn't, mostly I pulled, pushed and went from side to side with the control stick. thought the world of Doyle for lettin me play in his plane,
the year I turned 10, he crashed at the end of a soybean field, he came in that morning filled up and off he went, he came over the house like any other time, waved the wing at us and next thing we heard was a crash and saw some smoke. killed him instanly I guess according to the farmer that was there flaggin him.
found out through the years, it was dangerous business, saw 3 others killed in spray plane crashes, saw 3 other crashes where they walked away