Not sure what information is out, but J.C. was airlifted into Helena by an Air Force medi-vac team. I was there when he was transferred by stretcher to the ambulance> He talked with his daughter Tammy and appeared lucid, although was unable to sit up.
The medi-vac crew was told that the other person (Sparky) was in good condition and decided yesterday to hike out for help. No word on him at this time although a ground search is in progress.
Amazing result, as most of the pilots in the search (that I spoke to) were not very optimistic of anyone surviving. The plane apparently burned on impact and is a charred site.
The accident site is between Helena and Townsend in the northeast corner of the Elkhorn Mountains---in the Beaver Creek drainage.
Jerry Cain will have more info as he apparently got some pictures of the accident site from the air after the medi-vac crew left the site.
Thanks for all your concerns and prayers for J.C.--- truly amazing he survived and got out of there. Hopefully Sparky will be found soon.


zane wrote:So, who's Darrell?
just got home from the hospital after a real short visit with J.C., who was the pilot of the downed plane here on Sunday. Here is the unofficial version of some of the errors made and some of the things that helped them survive. J.C. is still on morphine with lots of injuries, so this is all subject to change.
at a little after 1000, J.C. and Sparky briefed their training flight. Sparky had just come back from a flight with a different pilot. Conditions were ideal, CAVU & calm. He removed his survival vest. J.C. thought about his vest and helmet he usually wears while mountain flying, but discounted putting it on(it was within reach if he needed it).
They took off from the grass strip around 1030. A few minutes later he transmitted in the blind(no one received) that they were heading west of Canyon Ferry lake into the Elkhorn Mountains. He wanted to know more about canyon flying and thermals, so they turned toward Beaver Creek drainage. They had flown up 1 drainage, with a slight downdraft, as they got deeper, they turned across and flew out riding the opposite updraft. Next they proceeded to fly up the next drainage. The conditons seemed the same very slight downdraft towards the head of the canyon. J.C. said they made a normal lowspeed turn to the opposite side, ready to ride the updraft out of the canyon, (remember they are low and slow). the next thing he knew they were in a severe downdraft, it instantly stalled the plane. He nosed forward to fly the plane and knew they were going to impact the steep rocky terrain, as they would not be flying out of the draft. He had no time to pick a spot, it pick them. He kept the plane straight at impact and flew it until it stopped. He knew they hit hard and was amazed they were alive. His BAS harness had saved him, dazed he realized his foot was getting hot....FIRE! They managed to get clear of the plane, broke backs, head injury for Sparky, broken leg & sternum for J.C. The fire consumed the plane and every piece of survival gear in <20 minutes. Time is now ~1130
now to survive
after ~45minutes, Sparky decided he was well enough to try to walk out, they were <6miles to a small town. J.C. tried to convince him to stay near the crash site. J.C. kept a journal noteing the time. At 1645 the first plane searching for them flew overhead. He struggled to stand in order to signal the plane, it flew on. He figures maybe he should get closer to the wreckage. This is when he realizes the plane is no longer blue and white, but burnt to a crisp. They had gone down in the new growth of an old forest fire. Lots of charred logs among the new green. The planes could not see him. In order to be seen, He made the decision to stand up incase a plane came back soon. 4-5 planes made passes almost directly over him that evening.
All they had gotten out if the plane was what he was wearing.... jeans and a tshirt. Luckily it was one of the nicest nights Montana has had this spring. As the sun, went down it got cold, he gather small bows from the pines to make a bed. The pain was tolerable, but with the broken sternum, he had no strength. He painfully pulled charred rocks from the burn area and clutched them for warmth. The morning brought more planes and helicopters. He said he could hear them flying every canyon.
~0930, after many aircraft and helicopter had flown right over him. A Silver State helicopter from the local training school, noticed something shiney. It had already passed this area earlier, but now the sun angle was such that a piece of the prop/spinner(one of the only unburnt pieces) lit up and caught the attention of the searchers. SAVED!


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