On Tobi Holliger | HeliOps Magazine

Tobi actually always wanted to become a farmer, but as no one in his family was into farming, he chose the academic route and went to high school and university. Nearing the end of a Bachelor of Business and Administration, he felt the urge to pursue a career that would be connected to a passion rather than just making a living. "At some point, I asked myself what got my attention, aside from tractors, when I was a child – and that's how helicopters came back into the picture!" 

On Rosita Smeenk | HeliOps Magazine

Rosita has countless memories of flights together in her dad's Cessna 182, the standard ritual being that he would stack three pillows on the right-hand seat, picking her up to place her on this magnificent throne. It's no wonder she grew up to be one of the most diversely licensed young pilots in the world.

On Cathy Beaucage | HeliOps Magazine

The best day for Cathy Beaucage starts early.  “I’m a morning person. I’m useless after a big – or small, let’s face it – day of work!” She laughs. It’s the serene moments before the day truly begins that she relishes.  “I like the time I get around the heli before clients show up, prepping [...]

On Michelle Astergard | HeliOps Magazine

Michelle Astergard's romance with aviation started early. "I have always loved aviation," she smiles impulsively. "Every time you enter an airport, there is this feeling of excitement lingering in the air. People are thrilled to go on a new adventure or happy to reunite with their loved ones." "My Godmother had two daughters that I [...]

On Naomi Mowbray | HeliOps Magazine

The theme for today is one of pure joy. Meet @captainaomi – helicopter pilot and wedding celebrant. Joy is her middle name. Naomi Mowbray had never considered flying until six weeks before she signed up and committed to her Commercial Pilot's Licence course, marking the beginning of this aviation chapter.  "I had never even been [...]

On Faith Ortega | HeliOps Magazine

Lots of us spent hours in the workshop with Dad as kids. Likely in charge of holding the torch, we'd gaze longingly out the door at temperate Saturday afternoons, shifting from one aching leg to the other and suffering a constant fear of being yelled at for letting the beam of light drift or – on a good day – amassing a good collection of thrilling new swear words. But Faith Ortega was a dream child, and she and her dad got along great.