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Post by shadowgunner on May 30, 2013 10:34:33 GMT 9
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Post by adart on Jun 1, 2013 6:27:32 GMT 9
Nice to relive that story... fire_missileThanks shadowgunner...
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Post by Bullhunter on Jun 10, 2013 13:38:06 GMT 9
I've read that story when it was first posted. Its a great story. Greatly enjoyed it. While I was stationed at Griffiss AFB, NY (416th Bomb Wing) SAC our Security Police responded a few times a week for fence intrusion that was picked up by sensors. It was usually some critter like a raccoon trying to get over or under the fence. I just can't figure how a fence encounter even during an alert could start WWIII.
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Post by Don Fletcher on Jun 12, 2013 6:28:02 GMT 9
This bear story would not have started WWIII, but a couple of airmen almost got their a** torn up. We had just moved our alert birds from Eielson AFB out to the Galina AFS after the ice broke out on the Yukon river in '64. We were asleep in the alert hanger, when we were awaken to a loud commotion. Then one of the AP guards came in and started cutting down the blind cords and tying them together. When we asked him what the heck was going on, he said that a brown bear cub was treed up one of the light poles around the perimeter and they wanted a rope so that they could lasso it. So we all got up to watch and as it was not dark that time of the year we could see everything, including the grizzly sow that was just outside the fence taking about forty pound divots out of the gay roaring like she was about ready to come through the chain link fence. We all yelled down to those crazy SOBs to leave the cub alone as we didn't want a pissed off grizzly in our alert area and those AR15s would just make her real mad. They finally thought better of their plan and left them alone. Then after things quieted down, the cub came down and they wandered off into the bush. About two hours later after we had gotten back in the rack, the klaxon went off and we scrambled our birds after so real bears. Fun days.
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