Mutt, CDF's reluctant spotter plane pilot

I only remember the last little snippet of a dream last night which involved a fleet of CDF spotter planes that was attempting to set out on a reconnaissance mission over the ocean. Mutt, a character on Schitt's Creek, was a pilot of one of their smaller crop duster type planes and was supposed to join up with the rest of the team for some training maneuvers. 

He was having a bit of trouble getting started, though. I had to assist him in getting out of the hanger. His plane was small enough that you could fold the wings and walk it through a standard doorway, rather than the large roll up doors. I practically had to carry the plane out, due to Mutt's resistance. Once outside, he seemed to be playing dumb as to being able to fly the plane at all. 

There was a series of small ramps which one would have to use to get the plane off the ground in short order. They were staggered at a strategic distance from one another in line as a kind of Evel Knievel type runway. To make use of the ramps one had to get a good run at them, but Mutt seemed ignorant of the fact and meandered his plane up slowly to one and almost plummeted off the ramp into the ditch. He'd wind up in the drink for sure. 

I told him he'd have to get a good head start and then pull up when he reached the ramp, attempting to explain the basics of flight to this semi-moron. Rather than do what I was saying, he performed some kind of trick where he just turned into a golden hawk and flew away. 

Wonderful. Now we'd have to look for another pilot. It seemed that I was going to have to be the one to take his place, but I only had the basics of takeoff down and no experience with actual flight, let alone landing. 

It was very windy, and the sea looked angry. I didn't know if I was up for the task. I mulled all this over and woke up rather than face the idea of being Mutt's replacement. Perhaps turning into a hawk wasn't the worst alternative, though that option didn't present itself for me to try.