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My closest encounter with a B-52 was during a hike in Montana. That airplane was doing a low-altitude run right over our heads. As I recall, we were near a cliff where the Indians ran bison off. Sheesh. Why a low-altitude run?
Low level is the only way to deliver "special munitions" from an aircraft in near peer environments. The airborne leg of the strategic triad got risky quickly.
For most pilots and military planes it is an evasion training technique. Seeing it up close from the ground is kinda scary. The pilots have told me it is ass puckering especially when the plane is under automated control and at night in the mountains.
If the pilot's good, see, I mean if he's reeeally sharp, he can barrel that baby in so low... oh you oughta see it sometime. It's a sight. A big plane like a '52... varrrooom! Its jet exhaust... frying chickens in the barnyard!
Not just B-52's. I was sitting a drill rig off the west end of Dugway Proving Grounds in Utah. The F-15's would sneak up on us from the west and roar past us right down on the deck. Pucker up every time. Also, if you were driving across the south boundary road they would come up behind you, again right on the deck. Tough to keep the truck in a straight line when that happened. We know they were laughing at us.
Saw a B-52 doing a low level through the Kansas flint hills east of Manhattan. I flew right over me as I was driving on I-70. I was an awesome experience.