I was out at the airport today to help a friend work on his KR2 when we realized that the weather was pretty darned good for flying.

When he got to a point where he didn't need my help, down I went to pull Babette out of the hangar and into the air.

So here I am, flying a small route around the aerodrome, well away from the front, when I feel it. I'm not alone. Looking around, up, and behind me, I'm shocked to see a Folke Wulf 149D at my eight o'clock, 1500 feet above and about half a mile off, stalking.

His paint scheme pretty much just like this:



It's intuitive!



A gallant salute (he had no ammo, so I spared him), and we went our separate ways.

I'm sorry, but ammo or not, it was your duty to France to shoot down the boche. If you meet him again, tomorrow, I'm sure he will not afford you the same gallantry. Then again, the Noop versus anything called a Focke-Wulf....you might have done the right thing.

Oh, and by the way, Dart. When I had my Sonex, I was bounced by an RV. It was a humbling experience.