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                 BRY THE DUNKER GUY    

A few years back I spoke with a pilot who had lived through a horrific floatplane accident and wanted to help spread the word that when things go bad you had better be ready.

 

Here is his story -

 

I think it is best to share my experience as hopefully someone else could learn something and not possibly lose his or her life. I have many reservations about telling this, as the trauma  (mental) was quite high, but something inside me urges me to pass this on.

 

It was July 11^th 1997, my wife and I had decided to go to Nimpo Lake and pick up some friends before going to the Anahim Lake Stampede. We were in our Cessna 185 on Cap floats, what a gorgeous day it was. As we loaded the plane with our 2 bodies, a couple just married and spending their honeymoon in a cabin near ours ask if they could ride along with us as we had two empty seats. We were happy we could provide a “floatplane” experience to such a cute couple so off the 4 of us went. Upon arriving at the Stampede, we all agreed how boring the rodeo was, and that we could certainly put our time to better use by flying off to some remote lake were we could swim, lay out in the sun, and “veg out”. We flew into Turner Lake, walked around the unbelievable Hunlen Falls and then went back to the aircraft to head for the cabins where we were staying over the afternoon. The sun was soon to make its plunge into the Coast Range Mountains so we got prepared for the flight home. Prior to our departure from the dock my wife explained to the couple that in the event of an emergency landing, the first thing to do is remove your seatbelt. I don’t know why she told them that as it is not normally something that my wife thinks about, weird. We were going to take the route down the canyon to fly over Knott Lake and then up the Klinnilinni River to home, but after take off I thought it best to fly over Charlotte Lake as there is immense landing opportunities should an engine failure occur. This is something that I regularly think of while flying as I am always looking for a place to land, so over Charlotte Lake we went. We flew just off the water at 50’ to get a view of the abandoned Remarko Ranch. After the look see I started a steep climb and a banking turn to head home and to gain the much needed altitude. Suddenly, there was a deafening silence……. The engine quit. We were over the edge of the lake on the East end, right over the camping beach….which was full of campers as this was a holiday and such a beautiful day to. With only about 400’ of altitude our options were quite limited. Knowing the amount of fuel I had, and not wanting to put the plane into the trees for fear of fire I though it best to try to turn 180 degrees and get back into the wind for an attempt to land on the water. If I had opted to land straight ahead most likely we would have skidded up onto the beach killing who knows how many. The plane sank fast as we were losing both altitude and speed quickly, when I finally got the plane turned around we had lost about 390’ altitude and all of our flying speed.

     

 There was a faint hope that I could flare and make a safe landing, but with no speed and no altitude left the plane stalled hitting the hard surface of the water from about 10’. This made the front left side of the float dig into the water which immediately flipped the aircraft on it’s nose and then over on it’s back ripping off the wing on the one side.

  

 The force broke out a portion of the windscreen and immediately after coming to rest we started to fill up with water. I remember looking over at my wife who hade the male passenger on top of her, and was bleeding all over her white shirt. He had flown over the front seat and hit his head on the V-brace. He looked at her and said “Don’t Panic”. What happened next is just a horrible blur. I remember trying to get my belt off, but hanging upside down didn’t help matters. I tried opening up the door…jammed as the impact had twisted the cabin frame. I tried the seat belt again, this time while underwater to no avail.  I then lost total recall of what the others were doing at that point as being consumed with my own problems. By now I began to wonder if I could hold my breath any longer. Door? Seat Belt? Nothing was working and then I remember a most peaceful feeling that everything was okay. I sat back into my seat and quit struggling as it was all over for me. Then last thing I remember about being under water is that somehow in the struggling to get free my elbow I must have knocked my door window open. I still do not now how I got my seat belt off. I don’t remember doing it. But I do remember that when I squeezed out of that tiny side window opening and swam up to the surface how good it felt to take a breath of air. It seemed like a dream. Then I realized that I was the only one who made it out and that the others were still down there. I took a deep breath and swam back down to the submerged aircraft about 12 feet below to aid in their escape. I remember that my first attempt I couldn’t make it all the way because the pressure on my ears killed me. I surfaced and took another breath, this time clearing my ears on the way down only to find that I couldn’t open the main door to get them out. I surfaced again and took another breath, and this time went to the baggage door which fortunately was unlocked. When I opened that door I immediately saw our male passenger. Grabbing him’ I helped him out the door and we both went to the surface as he was still conscience. Again down I went for another attempt, this time for his wife and I went through the same struggle to get her through that same baggage door. The challenge was the door is tiny, only about 12” x 15” but all I had to work with. When we surfaced a boat approached to help in the rescue operated by a fisherman. Back on the surface helping the young girl into the boat took all my attention, and then I realized my wife was still in the plane so I went down quickly once again. I got inside the plane and pulled her out of her seatbelt and managed to get her through the door and up to the surface. She had swallowed a lot of water and was not coherent. The people in the boat pulled her in and I remember how she coughed up a “ton” of water when they pulled her across the side forcing the water out.

        

I know someone was watching out for me that day as there are many happenings that were too much coincidence. Lessons to learn? Yes. We were both, my wife and I wearing shoulder harnesses; this saved our lives as the force threw us forward into the tension of these belts.

 My wife had black and blue marks across her chest from her waist to her shoulders where she hit the belt. Had we not been wearing them both of us would have definitely hit our heads on the instrument panel, knocked us out and we would have drowned. Another miracle…I always keep the baggage door locked as my small children ride in the 3^rd seat in the back of the plane. Why was it unlocked that day I will never know. Still…had we chosen to go down over Knott lake instead, we would have had no witnesses to our accident including the man in the boat, who being there to pull us in saved our lives. I remember after pulling my wife over the side into the boat, how hard it was swimming just 10 feet in my clothes. Still another…how…did the window pop. And how did we all get out of our seatbelts? I do not remember.

 

Looking back, there are things that I would have done differently, and which I do now every time I take someone for a ride…I explain the urgency to get the seatbelts off. I would try to open the door prior to impact, and most assuredly I would make sure that those in the front seat water shoulder harnesses. The disorientation that set in once we were upside down and under water was indescribable. I couldn’t find my door handle for the longest time. I couldn’t even efficiently find the release latch for the seatbelt.

Practicing locating these two things could really save your life.

After we got the plane out of the water during recovery, we found there to be 26 gallons of fuel. Both of the doors inside handles had been turned so hard that the spines on the shaft had been twisted clear off the inside of the door handle, so opening the door was an impossibility now from the inside. I guess in our panic, we unknowingly had tried so hard that we just ripped the handles off their shafts.

 

I hope this has provided some helpful tips.

 

Aviation Egress Systems training covers this type of scenario and especially the disorientation and many other strategies such as never locking any doors while in flight.

There was obviously a guardian angle close buy watching over them that day, but Egress Training would have been a major asset for all involved.

 

Bryan Webster is a 10.000 hours plus pilot still actively fly a De Havilland Beaver on the BC coast today. In 1977 he himself was a passenger in a water crash while the pilot attempted to avoid power lines draped over the Fraser River east of Vancouver.

To day with over 25 years of flight experience and 35 aircraft types to his credit when he is not flying his beloved floatplanes, he owns and operates Aviation Egress Systems teaching ditch training at Victoria BC.

    

For questions or to enrol in the Aviation Egress system ditch training program contact-

 

Bry The Dunker Guy

 

 1-877-GO-DITCH

 1-250-704-6401

 

info@dunkyou.com

 

www.dunkyou.com

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