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A History of Austin's Newest General Aviation Airport
W. H
Chapter 2
Scott earned $25 a weekend working ten-
hour days, hauling one group of jumpers after
another up to 2,800 feet or higher and watch-
ing them leap through the open doorway. In
all, he logged more than 800 hours flying for
the center. Occasionally, Sunday drivers cruis-
ing along Cameron Road or returning from
church on old Farm to Market 973 caught sight
of a handful of colorful nylon canopies float-
ing overhead and followed the trail until they
found the folksy rural airport behind a stand
of trees at the end of a rutted dirt road. Most
stood around, their heads tilted back, staring
up into the sky as parachutes drifted to the
ground. Others signed up for a jump. Four or
five a weekend didn't care about watching the
jumpers. They came to look at the airplanes;
just to get close to a high-winger tied down on
the ramp and to examine the prop or peek in
the window. Some would ask, "What's it take
to get a flying lesson around here?"
In 1974 a young couple approached Scott
and asked about flight training. Scott sent
the couple to talk to the man in charge, Ray
Harding, who was too busy patching up aging
aircraft for penniless pilots, not to mention
maintaining his own small fleet of rentals, to
offer flying lessons. Instead, he asked Scott
1974. Tom Bigger (left) shaking hand with flight instructor Roy Scott (right).
Photo courtesy of Dave Mandot.