Friday, July 29, 2011

Two Cajun pilots.


Two Cajun hunters from Lafayette, La. hired a bush pilot to fly them from Montreal to a bush camp in Northern Ontario to hunt moose. They bagged four.

As they started loading the float plane for the return trip home, the pilot tells them the plane can take only two moose. They objected strongly, saying in their Cajun drawl, "Last year we shoot four moose, and the pilot he say he let us put dem all on board, and he gots the same plane as you." Reluctantly, the pilot gave in thinking if the other bush pilot could do it, so could he. The Cajuns gear, rifles, and all four field dressed moose were tucked aboard in every available space, hindquarters strapped to the floats, and front shoulders hung from the wing struts.

The boys squeezed themselves into their seats and put the seat belts on.
Unfortunately, even at full power and a long takeoff run across a glassy calm lake, the little float plane couldn't handle the load and crashed into the trees a few seconds after takeoff. Climbing out of the wreck, Boudreaux asked Thibodeaux, "Boy, you got any idee where we at?" Thibodeaux looked around some and then slowly replied, "I think we pretty darn close to where we crash last year."


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Thibodeaux & Boudreaux were working in maintanence for an airline at an airport in Baton Rouge. It was so overcast and thick not a plane was moving, and they were bored to distraction. Boudreaux says, "Hey Thibodeaux, you hear dis airplane gas get you high?" Thibodeaux says, " Non, non, I tink maybe get you a little sick, eh?"

Boudreaux says, "I don hear that. I tink it maybe a lie. Let's try it ami!" So Boudreaux & Thibodeaux have themselves what turns into a pretty good time and end up drunk as can be. Sometime the next morning Thibodeaux wakes up to the phone ringing, and is amazed he's at home in bed, not remembering much of anything after an hour spent swilling that jet fuel.

Wishing he was dead he leans over and picks up the phone and groans. It's Boudreaux, and he says excitedly, " Hey mon ami, you farted yet dis mornin'?" Ole Thibodeaux thinks a moment and says he doesn't think so. Boudreaux says, "DON'T, cause I'm in PHOENIX!

2 comments:

Old NFO said...

I KNOW those two... :-)

fuzzys dad said...

Thanks for the laugh