#125 Helicopter Pilot Journey | Something Very Special for "The HOGS Hangar"

Kenny Keller reflects on his path to becoming a helicopter pilot, from his father's early doubts to financial support for flight training that began in 2012, just before his father died. The video includes a hand-painted sign for Ken Keller Field that Brian Feldman salvaged, plus childhood memories of a 1946 Willys Jeep and rolling tires into an intersection.
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Hey, this is a very special day. 125 coffee with Kenny. And I got something down here, right here at my feet that I'm going to be working on and I'm going to show it to you. This is part of the helicopter story for me. We all have our own journey and I just want to share this with you. So I'm going to roll you a couple clips here. It's going to explain what I have right down here.
Alright, got to share something really cool.
And it's a little dirty.
We're going to clean it up.
But I have to thank Brian Feldman. Triton High School kept this for me, for our family. And he saw us here at the new Hogs hangar and he sent me a message on Facebook and said hey Kenny, I think the sign I got laying here would look good in your new helicopter shop. So I just want to share and say thank you Brian for hanging on to this. They replaced one of the two signs with a brand new one at Ken Keller Field at Triton High School where he was a teacher forever. So I just wanted to have Heather run the camera real quick and share this. We're gonna clean it up a little bit. I'm not gonna repaint it because my dad had these made I don't know 20 some years ago and we had a hand painted. He made. He cut the signs out and we had a guy my dad drew, if I remember right, he drew out the Ken Keller field and then we had the guy who used to hand letter my wreckers, my tow trucks when I was in the towing service. Guy was really cool, right. And was an artist. So this is hand painted 20 some years ago. So we're gonna clean it up best I can and it's gonna go up on the Hogs wall or the wall here at helicopter on ground school, new home, the Hogs hanger. And I just gotta say, you know, for those struggling for your dreams. My dad wasn't very.
When I first started talking about being.
A helicopter pilot, he wasn't real convinced. And I can remember him saying, well I just hope it's going to be as profitable as you think it might be. Smart words from my dad, right.
After all the.
After everything that's happened, he was right. But you know, he did support me then once I got going and failed that first private. And then he did help me with some money during my commercial. Loaned me some money so I could buy some pipeline time to go along and build time for my commercial. And he ended up becoming a big fan of the pilot thing. And I started ground School in 2012 and he died shortly after. So he didn't get to see what it's turned into. So. Thanks, Buzz.
So swinging by or on our way to the airport, I'm gonna swing by selling you something cool that I'm pretty proud of right up here. Ken Kel. So back in the 70s, my dad was a school teacher, athletic director, guidance counselor, and he hand built this baseball field all those years ago. We got something cool in the jeep that we carry around with us from 19. I thought they wrote a date on there. There it is. 1974. Baseball. Don C. Mark.
I don't think.
I'm not sure what that is. Oh, Dan G. Brad B. Gino Gordo Z. Smeldo Nadar. So kind of cool we've been carrying this around with us. Pretty proud of my dad and what he did in his lifetime. Just want to give you a quick.
View of Kent Kellerfield. Awesome. So I hope you enjoy that little.
Piece of my history or my story.
Or whatever you want to call it. This is going to get cleaned up and going to go up on the wall here at the, at the hogs hangar. But just to go, to show you that, you know, we all, we all do have a story. We've all had our struggles.
We've had our people that supported us.
You know, I mentioned in the, in the video my dad in the beginning becoming a helicopter pilot. He wasn't convinced. And I'm going to repeat it. Well, I sure hope it's going to be as profitable as you think it is. We know now, people, you got to love it. You got to do because you want to do it. You don't become a helicopter pilot because.
You'Re going to get rich.
You don't do it because you think you're going to make big money. You got to do it for the love of flying. And my dad did get on the bandwagon and he did help me. So leave your comments down below. I am Kenny Keller, creator, helicopter Rolling Ground school. Love to hear your comments. I'd love a thumbs up on this video. Just a little piece of, little piece of my history and I like it and I'm proud to get this sign cleaned up. Yeah, let's get her. I didn't start wiping on it yet. We'll do a little before and after.
There we go.
So there you go. There's before again. I'm not gonna, I'm gonna carefully clean it.
Not sure what I'm gonna use yet.
But just to Try to get the dust off of it. There is some nice pretty blue under there. I don't want to disturb the paint man, I really don't. I want to just get it as clean looking as best I can. Alright. Please subscribe to the channel. Click the bell when you do. Please give me a thumbs up. Make your comments down below. Tell me about your journey. Tell me about your story, your struggle and or your success. See you in day 126.
And I'll give you another cool part of the story. Now as an adult, I'm driving a Jeep wrangler that I've wanted a full size Jeep all my life. Here's where I grew up and I had a 1946 Willys Jeep 40 years ago. I bought it when I was, I don't know, when I was 14 years old. Okay, so I just revealed my age. I used to terrorize back through here in this old 1946 CJ2. I worked for Dr. Connell pulling weeds, mowing grass. And as a young kid he sold me that, this Jeep. So I had it for many years and unfortunately when times were tough, I sold it. And that was, you know, almost broke my heart that I had to sell my old Jeep. But now all these years later, I'm in a wrangler and I've been wanting one for years. So just another little fun part of the story. I try to find a picture of the old CJ2 and me with my long shoulder length hair as a pumpkin. I used to terrorize this neighborhood with that Jeep up and down the street and go flying back through the woods and knocking trees down. And in the springtime when it was muddy, this would turn into a mud pit out here. Man, I'd have mud slinging everywhere.
What did you ask me, Gloria?
The seat or whatever.
Oh, I think it's right, it's right on.
Should be right over there.
Go find it.
Go find it.
Yeah.
Oh, this is ice. This is ice.
Solid where I'm walking, but yeah, look at it. Check that out. That is about 3 inches of ice with snow on top. That is so cool. Whoa.
Huh?
That sounds so cool.
There it is. That's only been here for 30 years.
An old seat out of one of my cars that we burned one night. We used to camp out here and kids make trails party. Have fun. We're a lot of fun back here. All right, we're gonna go spy on the police chief real quick. Yep, Chief's home. Our friend Bill, I actually trained him many years ago and now he's the police chief. And there's Bourbon Police Department, where I worked for 13 years. Good old days. A lot of fun. All right, so I was a copier for 13 years. Here's the big one. Stop light town. And Gloria just says, hey, why don't you tell a story about what you guys did in the intersection? Long time ago, when I was a kid, this intersection right here, there was a one police officer working in the town at the time. And of course, you know, being a bunch of young punks as we were, always causing trouble before I was cop, one night we decided to go to the gas station that was about down the street, about a block that had a great big, huge pile of tires out behind the gas station. And I don't know how many of us there was. There were probably six or eight of us. We all grabbed like two tires apiece and went down there, whatever time, midnight, one o' clock in the morning. And we rolled all these tires out into the middle of the street, and we did it at the same time. So all these tires go rolling around, banging into each other, and then they just, you know, completely cloud the intersection. And then we all ran, of course, off and hid somewhere and watched the police officer have to get out and move all the tires out of the street.










