I flew my first flood rescue mission this past weekend, flying my friend Hayes Dent over his ancestral home just south of Yazoo City. He can’t get there by car.
Hayes was lucky. His home wasn’t flooded.  The waters were within a few feet of the front porch. As we continued the flight around the surrounding area, we came to realize how few shared Hayes’ good fortune.
In fact, at one point we were so surrounded by water, it made me worry about where we would land if our one engine quit. All the airports were flooded and there was not enough dry land to put down a plane. At 3,500 feet there was water, water everywhere as far as the eye could see. The south Mississippi Delta is flooded.

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