A photographer for a national magazine was assigned to take pictures of a great forest fire. He was advised that a small plane would be waiting to fly him over the fire.
The photographer arrived at the airstrip just an hour before
sundown. Sure enough, a small Cessna airplane with a pilot appeared to be waiting for him.
He jumped in
with his equipment and shouted, "Let's go!"
The tense man sitting in the
pilot's seat swung the plane into the wind and soon they were in the
air, though flying erratically.
"Fly over the north side of the fire," said the photographer, "and
make several low-level passes."
"Why?" asked the nervous pilot.
I'm going to take pictures!" yelled the photographer. "I'm a
photographer, and photographers take pictures,"
he responded sarcastically.
The pilot replied, "You mean you're not the flight instructor?"