He finally tried float flying in 1997 in a J3 Cub. The nostalgia of the cub and the idea of float flying was very exciting. He showed up ready for adventure and learning. His experience was not what was expected. The instructor was a pushy, yelling, know-it-all type, and the experience was not the Margaritaville-in-flip-flops kind that he had hoped for. Nor was it a positive learning experience. It was boot camp with a drill sergeant instructor. No prep was done. Charles lost hope and did not complete his second day of training. Abuse was not the ticket that he had purchased. He knew that there had to be a better way.
