Thanks for the vid 6PC. It is a unique experience isn't it? Now you're ready to fly it yourself.
We flew in on Wednesday evening, between the afternoon and night airshows. After listening to ATIS, which clearly explained everything we needed to know, we tuned into the Fisk control frequency, about 15 miles from Ripon. As we approached, it became evident that there were a bunch of people in the Rush and Green Lake holds, both at 1800' and 2300', so we braced for a sh*t show. ATC was already releasing the people at 2300' to head up the tracks. About 5 miles out from Ripon, they were letting the guys at 1800' start heading up the tracks. As we approached Ripon, we could see the line of planes making the northbound turn out of the Green Lake hold toward Ripon, and there were 8 planes within about 1-1.5 miles. Less than 1/4 mile spacing. In addition to those 8 in a row, we could see a few coming toward Ripon from the northwest, one off my left wing, two ahead of us, and God only knows what we couldn't see. All I know is, there was what I call a sh*t load of people at the same altitude, from all different directions, headed to the same spot. I was starting to pinch up some seat fabric. Just before Ripon, it became clear that there is no effing way we could all cram in there with any kind of acceptable spacing, so on my own accord, I bailed and went for a lap around scenic Green Lake. As my brother and I made a leisurely stoll around the lake, we gathered our thoughts, and listened to the Fisk controller. It was evident that every other yahoo out there decided they'd just point their noses toward Fisk and hope for the best. It did not work out. The controller was picking people out of line left and right, and sending them to the back of the line. At one point we heard the controller say "oh sh*t", then silence. That puckered my hind parts further. People were coming in side by side, too low, too high, to fast, too slow, no lights, transponders on, talking on frequency, asking controllers about the parking situation, etc. About 3/4 of the way around Green Lake, we all began to be entertained by a fellow with a stuck mic. We got to hear riveting conversation about tundra tires, among other things, but one thing we could no longer hear was the Fisk controller. As I made the turn north back toward Ripon, it appeared that everyone was a little more spread out, so we proceeded to pick up the tracks and headed to Fisk. It was still a struggle to hear the controller over the stuck mic guy, but we could hear a little better as we got closer to Fisk. It was evident that the controller was very taxed, and was irritated, but handling things wery well under the circumstances. As we got over Fisk, we could hear good enough to hear the controller ask for our wing rock, and I gave him a good solid rock. He had us speed up to 110 kts because we had a Cirrus trying to fly up our butt. The remainder of the approach was uneventful. We started our descent at midfield, kept it tight on base to final, and were cleared for the green dot......scratch that......kept it flying down to the orange dot, then off in the grass ASAP. The taxi was pretty quick and painless down to the west end of the North 40. We had arrived!
It was a dang madhouse, but we knew the Notam front to back, and had a plan if things didn't look right coming into Ripon. As a result, it all went smooth for us, albiet a little nerve racking. When I did it as a passenger in 2011, it was altogether different. It was straightforward and pleasant then, but you never know what your gonna get. I will say this, I will NEVER do that approach alone. A passenger with good eyes is extremely valuable. I could spot traffic, but with the low ceilings, I would easily lose them in the overcast when I glanced down at my instruments. The pax was able stay locked on. It was a nice challenge and the reward of hearing "Great job high wing, welcome to Oshkosh," is priceless.
P.S. I'm really sorry about the loooong post. It got a little out of hand.