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February 27, 2006
The Texas Shoot-Out:
Falcon 4.0: Allied Force LAN Meet
Dogfighting and Smack-Talk With the 817th Texas Diamondbacks
by Chuck
"PFunk" Bellows
It
was with great trepidation that I got up on the morning of
February 18th, 2006 and made my way north into the Metroplex.
The very first organized Falcon 4.0: Allied Force LAN meet
in the United States was about to take place and it would
have been remiss had no one been sent to cover it. It was
a momentous event for simming itself, not to mention the squadron
hosting it, the intrepid (and well-prepared) men and women
of the 817th Virtual Fighter Squadron based in Dallas, Texas.
However, after more than a month of
balmy days in which the high never dipped below the 70s, Canada
chose this weekend to get back at North Texas for all those
jokes about beavers on their currency.
Friday afternoon, the mercury fell
into the 40s after eight that evening, the temperature fell
like a rock below 30 and wouldn't rise above that until Monday
afternoon. Saturday morning was cold, drizzly, and it wasn't
long into my drive when ice began to build up on my windshield,
a grim foreboding of the weather to come. The gray, featureless
skies blew their cold cargo of sleet and freezing rain over
the roadways of North Texas, but the previous month of warm
weather had kept the hard asphalt of Interstate 35 relatively
warm and free of ice on my journey in.
The landscape of North Texas has changed
in the last year. The leasing of land for drilling for natural
gas has dotted the horizon with derricks. This industrial
feel didn't quit as I got on to Highway 67 through Midlothian.
The giant TXI and Holcim concrete plants, churning out nearly
a tenth of America's cement, gave the morning a feeling more
of Murmansk than Texas. Their immense kilns lit by brilliant
sodium vapor lamps and grinding in the morning chill, they
fairly glowed in the icy fog shrouding them as I drove past.

The TXI Plant - Nearly
one-tenth of America's Concrete
They are twenty years into a 100-year
quarry of limestone, some have stated. With the abundance
of this mineral in Ellis County, I suppose this could be true.
Finally reaching Dallas, I drove though road construction
until I found my final destination, Dallas Executive Airport
(formerly Red Bird Airport) in Southern Dallas, near DeSoto
and Duncanville.

Cutter Aviation
The meet itself was held in a hangar
on the airport grounds. The 817th was lent the use of the
hangar by Cutter Aviation, a private aviation company out
of Arizona. As I packed up my camera and bundled up against
the now violently cold air, a head poked out of the door and
man shouted, "Are you flying today?" I replied,
"No, just a member of the press." The next
time I looked at the door, I discovered the man had wisely
retreated to the shelter of the building.
The head had belonged to James "Mad
Dog" McDow, the Commanding Officer of the Texas Diamondbacks.
Shaking my hand and warmly greeting me to the meet, I was
next introduced to my guide and handler, Earl "Falcor"
Tubbs. The squadron's liaison officer, he gave me the quick
tour of the facility, which was surprisingly spacious and
well stocked for the event.
The immediate worry was the weather.
Several members had not been heard from and it wasn't known
if they were going to brave the frigid conditions in an attempt
to make the meet. Genuine concern was evident on the face
of McDow as he attempted to make contact to marshal his people
and get an idea of the state of those not accounted for. While
we were still waiting, the systems were getting spooled up
and connected to a massive switch on a table in the center
of the main room. Various members were going through checklists
and warm-ups as they prepared for the first competition. I
was introduced to several members and made the rounds until
I ran into a familiar face.
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