minute airplane ride.
Scott squeezed the couple into a four-seater
fore anyone had a change of heart, applied full
throttle and got the airspeed up to sixty-four
knots, a bit more because of the extra weight.
When he felt the Cessna ready to lift off, he
gently eased back on the control wheel.
consumption at four thousand feet--while his
passengers sat in silent ignorance. He talked
flap settings and carburetor ice and short-
found solid ground--the couple now giddy
as teddy bears and the woman in a feathery
laugh imploring Scott to sign them up for
flight lessons--Scott discovered a hidden tal-
ent he'd never considered. He'd make a darn
good flight instructor. Not long after, he gave
up piloting jumpers and became one of Bird's
Nest's first full-time flight instructors.
looking for an inexpensive place to hangar
an airplane and the Austin Parachute Center,
which drew regular crowds, Bird's Nest Air-
port was home to the University of Texas Fly-
hangars and original flight office/pole house. Photo courtesy of Clyde Barker.