From the logbook...fish anyone?

VERY early this morning my previous lunch from yesterday came a calling. I was out of commission if you know what I mean for quite a while, and didn't even think I would make it into work today. I did eventually go to work, albeit a little late. When I got there I had two short flights bringing out Compassion International teams, and I was done flying at around 1 pm, or so I thought.

At around 4 pm we got a radio call saying that there was an emergency in a village called San Juan, where a 7 month old boy had eaten a lot of caustic dish soap. So, we pulled the airplane back out, and about 15 minutes later I was airborne. The flight was thankfully a non-event, and a little over an hour later I was back in Shell, and the little boy and his mom were on their way to the hospital.

Steve was the only other pilot flying with me today. He brought back some interesting cargo on his last flight...

This is called a "Bagre" or jungle catfish. They can get huge, even bigger than this one. There are actually two fish on the hand truck. The bigger fish was put on our scales and topped out at 120 pounds. That's a lot of fish! The woman standing next to the fish for scale perception is our secretary Elsa.