We lost another one of the best. A long time pilot who was based at my field went down in a nearby river this past Monday afternoon in his Bellanca Viking. When I read the news article, which mentioned the airplane (Bellanca Viking) and then saw a few photos of debris found in the river, I instantly knew who it was. After being submerged for 4 days, SaR was finally able to retrieve the wreckage, which found the two occupants still seatbelted in. It leaves a lot of questions. This pilot is a retired USMC capt with military and civilian flight experience—well seasoned. Over the years I recall hearing that distinct voice over the CTAF ‘Dallas Bay 49 VEE is 8 miles to the N inbound for landing...Dallas Bay!’ I’d say to myself “There’s Frank!” Although I didn’t know him as well as many, I did know enough to realize how friendly he was and how much he loved to fly. Not too long ago I was just about to take the runway as he was clearing to taxi to his hangar and he said over CTAF ‘y’all have a good flight!’ Probably the last short interaction that I had with him. It reminds me how none of us are immune to having an accident. It also leads me to question how much is experience actually worth? We can have decades of training and overall flight experience but when certain situations arise, there may be nothing one can do to change the potential outcome. You can discuss and practice emergency procedures until you’re blue in the face, but there’s still no guarantees. Fly safe!