A photographer for a national magazine was assigned to get
photos of a great forest fire. Smoke at the scene was too thick to
get any good shots, so he frantically called his home office to
hire a plane.
"It will be waiting for you at the airport!" he was assured by his
editor. As soon as he got to the small, rural airport, sure enough,
a plane was warming up near the runway. He jumped in with his
equipment and yelled, "Let's go! Let's go!" The pilot swung the
plane into the wind and soon they were in the air.
"Fly over the north side of the fire," said the photographer, "and
make three or four low level passes."
"Why?" asked the pilot.
"Because I'm going to take pictures! I'm a photographer, and
photographers take pictures!" said the photographer with great
exasperation.
After a long pause the pilot said, "You mean you're not the
instructor?"
