It was time to take a break from the scratch builds and kitbashing…a few hours of fun, and viola! Another plane for the scandinavian collection:
Hi! Great work!!! is really nice see something diferent, nice cammo
regards
Jeremias
Looks great man, keep up the good work.
Great job on the build.
Thanks! It was nice to blow off some steam with a fast build…those Airfix kits, even with their wacky detail, are a great way to get motivated again.
greg
Great looking plane!
Great job! I’ve always like the looks of that plane. Nice clean build.
Thanks for sharing
Zip
I really like that camo. Excellent AB work.
Joshua
(thanks again…backstory, for those of you who are into this sort of thing:)
Above the Danish Straits; 19:30; April 1953
Colonel Johan Ylandmus pulled out of the tight turn, narrowly missing the outcropping of the rocky fiord below.
“Christ!” yelled his radio intercept officer, Major Thom, “Could you have gotten any closer? I don’t think I quite saw the milkmaid’s teats!”
The wooden airframe of the J30 shuddered around them as they gained altitude…the converted English Mosquito was fast, but almost too light…every time they landed, Johan thought he was going to have to see a dentist again, as his teeth clacked together.
They were on a routine patrol of their country’s boundary waters, the verdamnt Russians had been dragging nets again here, and even a few whalers had shown up recently to join in the fun, killing the large mammals and painting the coastal waters red with the blood. He’d never eaten whale meat, though his wife had…but what can you expect from girl who like to garden wearing nothing but a set of short galoshes? The first time the new pastor had come around to say hello and have a cup of coffee was quite something…the reverend still couldn’t look at her without blushing.
“I’m picking up a fuzzy signal at 230,” Thom mumbled, barely overheard against the roar of the twin engines. “It looks like a large trawler…hmmm, or maybe…”
Boom! A huge plume of flame and smoke exploded just off the port wing, and the shock of the explosion buffeted the light plane, knocking the two pilots against their seats.
Two more puffs of flack appeared off of the starboard as Johan yanked the stick, veering the plywood aircraft around in a hard turn. “Open the bay doors now!” he shouted, and at the same time he lifted the trigger guard , lightly pressing on the heavy red switch. There was a whirring sound as the rear bomb bay doors opened, exposing a rack of depth charges. Thom held his head into the sight, right hand on a set of levers twitching with anger and fright.
Just below them, and approaching fast as they screamed headlong towards the enemy ship, more flickers of light showed, and the flack burst around them, but they did not vary their course at all. Descendants of Vikings, like hell they were going to let some vodka swilling caviar munching smelly Russians get the best of them!
The thumb descended on the trigger, and the huge 57mm Molins gun roared in fury, spitting out a huge gout of fire with each burst, rounds streaking towards the gunship below, first blasting huge phosphorescent plumes into the ocean, then hitting the main magazine of the vessel. One explosion, then another, rocked the craft as sailors jumped to the freezing water below…the only choices were death by fire, or death by hypothermia and drowning. Two times the RIO pulled the key levers, and depth charges fell out of the bomb bay, sealing the fate of the crippled ship, as they exploded not three meters below the keel, breaking the back of the doomed aggressor.
The J30 roared up skyward again, back where it belonged…protecting the night.