In 1997 sitting at the NCO Club at HAFB , a front line fueler and I were talking shop, me in for seat time in a joint training operation between the UCSMC and the AirForce. Thing was we were considering churning up a enthusiasts group of those who dug both current as well as vintage warbirds of all types. During that period of time my own life was in a turmoil. I had just burried my wife, after a horrific motor wreck, I had just lost one of my stepkids, plus some other internal things that I just joined UCAF and rested on the concept. In 1998 I caught wind that the house near Hazzard that my parents had built was available so put that in gear. However there was a slight detour, I moved to Rigby Idaho to help a Son of Confederate Vet, get settled in a company of barnstormers so the move to Hazzard got put off. In 1999 I finally moved to Hazzard and was living large. There were times then that I wondered did everything I had went through over those last 15 odd years in both active as well as active reserve duty with the UCSMC happen? As sitting on those back steps of the house with no more noise than the sounds of morning doves. Sadly I had become more urbanized over the years and was looking at moving to Boise. That never happened, but I got very close. With some problems of the family money financing the rebuying of the house in Hazzard , my financial advisor told me that funds were such that I either had to move, or we had to sell the business. Selling what would become AyreWolf Aviation was not an option. So I reluctantly moved here to Buhl the first time. Because I let my heart over-ride my brain, got in with some not to tightly wrapped dame, and the offer of a old two story shack in GF came about. So I moved. That lasted about maybe 8 months. That house in GF was so run down, it was costing major money just to keep it heated. It was mouse ridden and so I got the spur to move to Jerome. Found one place on North Lincoln, that was for more of an elderly clientel, but it was cheap, so I moved. Trouble with parking DixieBelle there was just not going to go, so moved up the street two blocks. It was during that move that one early morning after watching the TV and the TV show of the 214, that I heard the distinct sounds of Whistling Death overhead. Yes a pair of F-4-U’s flying over. So after breakfast that day trucked over to the hangar of AirPower Unlimited. As I opened the door, not one, not two, not 3, but 4 F-4-U Corsairs and one B-12 was staring me in the face. The wheels in my brain started to drain, I thought, shoot our little hot rod club had pretty much conquered everything on land, what about in the air.
Now naming something Air Force was just not going to cut it with our band of ayreminded Marines, but the thought of naming our club after and in memory of Pappy Boyington would work, but not for long , since the USMC said nope to that idea.
So what to do. By mid 2003 the building blocks of AyreWolf Aviation in Utah had been set as I had moved back to more able Utah with the idea of creating a NASCAR Craftsman Truck Series Team, with a member of our ayre group. So off I went. It was decided in very late 2004 to rename the BlackSheep Vintage Aviation Association to the AyreWolvez Military Aviation Association as a spur off of AyreWolf Aviation of Utah. In late 2005 the chance to snag an old cafe just outside of Morgan Utah for and of both myself as well as the AyreWolvez created its own problems. So I thought okay me move to Evanston Wyoming, a stones throw from Morgan and not more than 2 hours away from Bountiful. It was mid 2006 that once again got hind end over tea kettle with heart overriding brain, that involved the discovery of the honey I was in lust with being a nose candy junkie, and her hidden dope dealing hubby, moved back here to Idaho. In all that two things kept me from falling apart mentally. One the AyreWolvez and two AyreWolf Aviation. In March of 2008 I got the inspiration to march over to Goons Ferry Idaho looking for work. At the time there was this nuke power plant in the planning stages, with two outcropped benefits. One a municipal airstrip that saw little if any refurbishing over the last 15 years, an old nightclub that could be made into a ayre warriors style bar/cafe on the ground floor and the home of AyreWolf Radio since there is a terrestrial radio station license allocation available there. So set things in motion and I was in Goons Ferry. In September the idea to resurrect some of the dead memories with and of the old Dukes-of-Hazzard flavored hot rod club, to be a winggroup counterpart to the AyreWolvez was set in motion. The idea of anything Confederate by the unknowing is one of those things that smells like Ayrian nation stuff. Thus the Hazzard Knytes were not going to get off the tarmac, much less even get ATC take off clearence. So there we were ready to do battle in a very strange place. Then the worst happened, the guy who owned the house I lived in went bankrupt, so I had to move again. So the AyreWolvez got space at the Gooding County Airport, I got an office for the radio werx and life went good.
That was the beginning, more on what is and what is on the H-U-D, next Blog.
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It is dangerous for a national candidate to say things that people might remember. - Eugene McCarthy
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