What happened to real discussions rather than all EMS sector folks complaining about the DUMBEST sh*t on the face of this planet? 

Bring back the Bikini of the week. Pics of people actually doing neat stuff in the industry. 

Less of the EMS pitty party.

PS - Single engine at night for EMS is absolutley stupid. 

%100 on previous post!!! EMS = 🤢🤮🤡's

Where will we go to whine about pay/union/ill treated pilots? We NEED a place, no deserve a place to cry. 

Garbage now? Where you been? Garbage for years. 

But... where else can HAA types make vailed threats of mass exit to the airlines wrongfully thinking management reads it nor cares????

Klank for President 

Those were the days.......

The forum is still open for anyone to talk about anything. It's not like the HAA posts mean that nothing else can get posted. By all means, be like Ghandi (paraphrased by Joseph Ranseth) and "Be the change you want to see in the world."

If HAA people didn't fill JH with our nonsense this place would be deserted, not some utility/bikini paradise.

It would be filled with the best memes and poorly dressed ladies....not posts about how bubba can't stand his flight nurse who sucks crayons for a living 

Bring back Klank, Bear, Jose, The G-Mail Guy and...

butt bear's a hómó

Pitteeeee.....

Good one.  We should develop guidelines along the lines of ethics and principles - can't hurt to try 😮😆.

Yes!!!!   I miss the Texas Talking Tom Cat, discussions of Sabine Pass, Bear, and Klank.....

One pilot skill that should be taught is dealing with the mechanic. This is some how neglected in the basic flight skills textbook. There was a great text going around a while back on “How to operate a helicopter mechanic”, [VIEW ARTICLE] but I feel that information was for the advanced pilot. Therefore I shall remedy the situation and write a basic piece that I feel should be inserted in your Pilot Operating Handbook.

DEFINITIONS
 
Mechanic: Worker skilled in using tools, repairing machines, etc, Source - Webster. 

Mechanic: Worker skilled in using tools, text, voodoo, threats, intimidation, profanity, pagers, cell phones, and determination, Source - Klank. 

More specifically:
 
Hangar Mechanic: One generally happy with a normal workday and content to perform repetitive tasks. (Inspections and such) 

Field Mechanic: One generally not happy with other life on the planet. Thrives on unusual problems in rural areas in the middle of the night. 

Although there is no single definition for “a mechanic”, and they come in all shapes and sizes. The one that I have spent many years trying to figure out is the “Field Mechanic”. This breed of person is far different from any society norm, and truly walks their own path. (Definitely an Alpha) They are easily identified and cannot be imitated (at least not for long). They generally travel alone but sometimes are assisted by another hangar mechanic forced to go and help with task that might require another set of hands. (Field mechanics have no problem getting a pilot dirty either). 

I have met and worked with many field mechanics over the years, and there are some differences, but only minor ones. Some are generally happy even at two in the morning, while others are xx all the time, although they all have core beliefs and ideas of how the world actually works. A field mechanic generally believes that pilots are there for them to train, and to screw up their aircraft. We (pilots) are also owned by the field mechanic; we are referred to in their circle as, “my pilot”, and “my helicopter”, or “my crew”. This quickly changes when we actually do something wrong, “that pilot screwed up my ship”. We are usually reclaimed later after the appropriate time of groveling and self-deprecation has passed. 

I made the mistake early in my career and told a mechanic that I also had an A&P….. Big mistake! He was not impressed and also considered me a bigger nuisance than a pilot without one. Later in life I compared this with people coming up to me and telling me that they are also pilots, (80 hour weekend wonders) I have never mentioned this again.

I’ve dealt with mechanics who would argue for an hour just o get out of a ten-minute job.  I have also met younger ones that would be so eager that when they came over they just had to find some little thing to impress you to show how smart they are. Some, I feel hate every pilot on the face of the earth, and some are good friends that I’ve stayed in touch with for many years. 

There is one type of mechanic that just xx me off to no end. I hate even having to call them over because the results are almost always the same. They’re generally always nice, very experienced, and most helpful. They also never seem to complain, and are truly concerned with my problem. I despise each and every one of them (luckily there are only a few). I call them Healers. No matter the squawk, hang start, gauge stuck, bulb out, and on and on, they show up and with a simple “laying of the hands” and miraculously it works fine every time. I think the aircraft has certain pressure points that allow the healing to take place. I watch very carefully every time but have yet been able to duplicate these phenomena. 

On one such occasion my aircraft would not start right to save my axx and after several attempts I had no choice but to call. With a pit in my stomach, I call and explain the entire sequence. “Ok, I’m on my way” and that was that. After the appropriate amount of time, in he walks. “How long are we down? Do we have time to go eat?” my med crew inquires. “I’ll let you know in about ten minutes,” replies the mechanic. I approach the aircraft and see the mechanic leaning on the nose waiting for me to get in. I wonder if this is one of those miracle moments or if this thing will still hang when I hit the button. As I strap in, I notice the mechanic has opened the other door and has his right arm in the seat and has carefully placed his left hand on the instrument panel. He taps his fingers a few times as I go through my checklist. I holler “Clear” and mash the starter button. It was about the closest thing to a perfect start that I have ever seen in all my years….DAMN HIM!

Walking back into the crew house, my flight nurse asks, “Were do you want to go eat?” I think the look in my eyes said it all. “He did it again, didn’t he?”

I’m not trying to be too hard on the healers, but damn, it happens far too often to just be a coincidence. Generally, field mechanics are a special breed that has kept my axx alive for many years. I found that treating them with respect, food, and the occasional 18 pack will go a long way in establishing a good working relationship with this nomadic type.

U forgot about me?

Qu Paso 

I am the real jose. You are just my veil bearer. And not a very good one at that.

indicates how eff'd up our medical culture is here in the US.  

kill far more people than any other industry.  But, they're the gods of medical health and welfare. Not.

...because there's nobody actually doing any neat stuff in the industry except for HEMS guys?