Mockingbird Flying Club
For over 50 years the Mockingbird Flying Club, based at the Sioux Falls Airport, has provided area pilots with safe and affordable personal aviation.
The 35 member Mockingbird flying club owns three IFR equipped, professionally maintained and insured planes. The hangers are equipped with electric doors and are easily accessible. Scheduling and billing is convenient using your computer or smart phone. The financially sound club offers low rates, consistent leadership, instructors, safety pilots and the camaraderie of fellow aviation enthusiasts.
Social opportunities include fall and spring "birdie parties" where members and their families have a picnic and wash and wax club airplanes. An annual business meeting is held in January and a Spring Banquet and Awards Ceremony in March. There are safety seminars, group flight reviews, and flying activities to interesting airports
The Mockingbird Fleet
Piper Saratoga PA32-301
Century 41 Autopilot
Garmin GTN750 WAAS
JPI 730 Engine Monitor
Gross Weight: 3,600 lbs
1980 Piper Archer II PA28-181
Autopilot (single axis)
Garmin 430W (WAAS)
1977 Piper Archer II PA28-181
Garmin G5 Attitude and Directional Indicators (No Vacuum)
Garmin G530 WAAS
Garmin G500 (2 Axis Autopilot)
Each member owns one share of the club. The share price is negotiated between shareholder and buyer.
$80 per month plus $10 capital fund. This amount includes insurance and many fixed costs.
Piper Archer II - $70 per hour Piper Saratoga - $110 per hour
Rates are dry which means the flying Member pays hourly hobbs time plus the aircraft fuel.
Assessments are extremely rare and may occur if the club sells or purchases an aircraft or in an extreme financial condition. An assessment requires membership approval.
How do I become a member?
- Check for share availability and make arrangements to purchase a share.
- Fill out application and send it to the club president.
- Meet with the board for an interview
- Upon acceptance by the Club, complete your share purchase with the Seller.
- Get checked out in each plane with a club flight instructor
- Have fun flying the airplanes!
Memberships for Sale
revised: November 23, 2020
Please contact these members to negotiate the purchase of their membership certificate:
There are no shares available from current members.
The Club has one Treasury Share available from the Club Treasury at $5,000.
Once purchased, any future sale of these Membership Certificates are the responsibility of the Selling Member.
Little action in 25F to Vermillion, Yankton and back to scope out a new dirt bike for the kiddo! ... See MoreSee Less
Busy afternoon and the hangars. 5 cars and all three aircraft in the air 🙂 ... See MoreSee Less
Back in 1985, when I was in private pilot training, I had a unique opportunity to get my check ride done by my primary instructor. However, I needed to fly five hours with another instructor and get signed off. So I did my last five hours with Dave Card, the SDSU flight￼￼ instructor.
We flew from Brookings to Sioux Falls to do operations at a controlled airport and taxi over to what was then business aviation￼ for a break.
When I went to start the plane again, every time I flipped on the master, there was static coming through the headphones, and it would stop when I shut off the master. The third time I flipped it on, the static came back, but then the static started laughing. It was Dave making the noise with his mouth, messing around with a naïve student pilot.￼ ... See MoreSee Less
From Sporty’s email “air facts”
by David Hughes
As student pilots, we are taught to think about “what if” and we take it seriously. What if you have an engine failure? What if your gear motor starts to burn as you break out of heavy overcast, shedding your last bit of accumulated ice and put the gear down when it is under your seat, next to a large oxygen bottle under 1700 lbs of pressure? That is another story.
Linda and I asked some friends to fly with us to Page, Arizona, and spend a few days on Lake Powell. We decided to purchase food supplies in Page to allow us to take on more fuel from our departure airport in Southern California. At the last minute, the couple called and had to cancel. I asked Linda to stop by the store and pick up supplies, anticipating time savings in Page.
I performed a pre-flight on our Cessna 182 and all was well. Linda arrived, we loaded the groceries into the back seat and launched on an IFR plan to Page. We left Chino, California, at about 2 pm. Just as we pulled out of the LA Basin and leveled off at 10,000 feet, configured the mixture and prop and set the autopilot, BAM! I lost a cylinder.
I cancelled the autopilot, scanned the gauges, looked for oil, and thereafter declared an emergency.
“SoCal, 756 declaring an emergency, we lost a cylinder.”
When you climb up to 10,000 feet in a Cessna 182, what happens to atmospheric pressure?
There was no oil anywhere. We scanned the instruments. Rescanned. Nothing was apparent and the plane was flying just fine. What happened?
SoCal answered and asked what our intentions were. I told them we lost a cylinder and needed to land at Apple Valley, about six miles in front of us, well within gliding distance.
They cleared us to Apple Valley, then asked how many souls on board and how much fuel. Then, after some investigation, me on the instruments and looking at the plane, and Linda looking around, she found the culprit.
So, here is the exchange between me (756) and ATC (SoCal):
756: “SoCal, 756, we found the problem, we are fine, and would like to re-join our IFR flight plan.”
SoCal: “756, SoCal, OK you are cleared to Page as filed.”
SoCal: “756, SO CAL, can you tell us what happened?”
756: “SoCal, 756, I would rather not.”
Now we were in the corridor of all the airliners coming into or leaving the LA Basin from the northeast. The radio was strangely quiet.
SoCal: “756, SoCal, you can tell us what happened or you can land Apple Valley and fill out 1,000 federal forms.”
756: “SoCal, 756, ahh, we had a bag of potato chips explode in the grocery bag in the back seat.”
SoCal: “756, SoCal (boisterous laughter in the TRACON background—however our controller had regained his composure somewhat). Thanks for (laughter) that report.”
Then the heavy metal started talking to ATC, in between their laughter. We are so glad we were able to make everyone laugh out loud that day.
What I find so funny about this story is a friend of mine had a church camp in the Black Hills north of Custer at about 6,000 feet. They would buy groceries in Rapid City and had a bag of chips explode in their car on the way back to the camp. Air pressure changes. ... See MoreSee Less