09/29/2025
In 1988, the year prior to my entry into law school, I worked as a crew member at the USS Alabama Museum park in Mobile AL. At the time, they still had their Kingfisher mounted outdoors on the catapult.
In early August, a tropical storm warning was issued (Beryl) and it was headed for us. As we prepared for the possible hurricane, the crew felt that the Kingfisher was vulnerable to damage, sitting out there on the catapult. We decided we should remove it and lash it to the deck.
There was a sense of urgency about it. Winds were gusting and the sea was brown with whitecaps and getting rougher by the minute (note: Battleship crew members were civilians, but we were all dressed in the World War II Navy battle uniforms). As we maneuvered the crane at the ship’s stern to drop the hook used to lift the airplane from its cradle, it started to rain. Hard. I had the job of climbing onto the plane, standing in the pilot’s seat with the cockpit canopy open and setting the hook in the lifting ring just behind the cockpit on top of the fuselage.  While this was happening, no tourists were in sight — all I could see were World War ll sailors scrambling in the rain to operate the heavy equipment aboard a World War II battleship. The plane still smelled like aviation gas and cosmoline. The rain on the metal wings created a loud roar that drowned out any other sound. It felt surreal like I’d gone back in time.

I got the hook set correctly and they tightened the cable very slowly. The crane lifted the airplane, with me in it, from its cradle. The Kingfisher then immediately became an airplane again, the tail whipping around like a weathervane into the wind. With gloved hands, I held onto that cable and felt the airplane buffet as the wings were suddenly generating lift for the first time in 40 years. It was a pretty rough ride, but the guys held onto ropes attached to the wing tip floats and we got her down to the deck, as gently as can be.
She survived the storm which turned out to not be very serious. The battleship museum has since built a large hangar to house the rare aircraft, the Kingfisher being one of the rarest. It has been lovingly restored and remains protected from the elements.
But it was quite an adventure to be what I believe is probably the last person to ride a Kingfisher off of a WW2 battleship catapult.
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