drunk and dead tired on the sunday night of a four day weekend in korea i could still ID blackhawks, huey's, and shithooks 5 miles out so it would take an awareness fumble for anything in a helo to be sneaky.
the best course of action when all is against you is to slow down and think critically about the situation. this way you are not blindly rushing into an ambush and your mind is doing something useful rather than getting you killed.
Altitude may have something to do with volume, the lower to the ground, the louder it gets.
The house I grew up in was under the small-plane landing pattern for the city airport, and an Army Reserve Huey company was based there. If they were climbing away from a take-off, it was a sedate bup-bup-bup-bup. If they were descending for a landing, it boomed a lot louder, echoing off the houses. If they were really low (I can remember on at least one clear day in my side yard, being able to see the pilot's feet on the control bar through the nose glass), the windows rattled, the house shook, and the freestanding bookcases in the living room would rock back and forth. BAMABAMABAMABAMABAMABAM! It could drown out the lawnmower I was pushing.
We felt a small earthquake once and I saw the same bookcases rocking, but couldn't hear the chopper.
Strangely, I can remember once they landed one of the choppers at my elementary school for a special Bicentennial event (remember 1976), and I don't remember the bird landing in the same schoolyard being as loud as a few of the times they came over my house.
My Twilight claim to fame: I ran "Allegheny Uprising" at Allegheny College, spring of 1988.
I get a lot of helo traffic over my house; mostly civilian, a good number of Chinooks passing to the North, plus police, HEMS, etc: the surprisingly quiet visitor turned out to be an AH64D! I guess a lot of work has gone into that rotor to keep the noise down...
I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away.
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