“The sunflower crop is anywhere from 6 to 7 feet tall and has a large canopy of leaves…It’s very difficult to see, down below, what’s going on…with a drone, you could fly over, get a much better visual of what’s really happening.”
"Who else could use a drone? Anybody who deals with one of what Mike Toscano calls “the Four D’s: The dirty, difficult, dangerous and dull jobs that human beings are faced with.”
Toscano runs the Association for Unmanned Vehicle Systems— a drone trade group— which last year released a study claiming drones could add $27 million a day to the U.S. economy.”
Hollywood wants to use drones, as do florists, farmers, beer producers, and a whole lotta others
A law signed by President Barack Obama in February 2012 directs the Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) to throw American airspace wide open to drones by September 30, 2015. […]
The U.S. has deployed more than 11,000 military drones, up from fewer than 200 in 2002. They carry out a wide variety of missions while saving money and American lives. Within a generation they could replace most manned military aircraft, says John Pike, a defense expert at the think tank GlobalSecurity.org. Pike suspects that the F-35 Lightning II, now under development by Lockheed Martin, might be “the last fighter with an ejector seat, and might get converted into a drone itself.”
The Drones Come Home
“We will fry anyone in the world with our flying killer robots because someone we know wrote it down on a piece of paper, and therefore it’s legal”
Cy Brown (top) and his hunting partner James Palmer use a homemade drone to hunt wild boar in a rice field. The drone’s name? The “Dehogaflier.”
Drone Pilots, Waiting for a Kill Shot 7,000 Miles Away | NYT
From his computer console here in the Syracuse suburbs, Col. D. Scott Brenton remotely flies a Reaper drone that beams back hundreds of hours of live video of insurgents, his intended targets, going about their daily lives 7,000 miles away in Afghanistan.
Sometimes he and his team watch the same family compound for weeks. “I see mothers with children, I see fathers with children, I see fathers with mothers, I see kids playing soccer,” Colonel Brenton said.
When the call comes for him to fire a missile and kill a militant — and only, Colonel Brenton said, when the women and children are not around — the hair on the back of his neck stands up, just as it did when he used to line up targets in his F-16 fighter jet.
Afterward, just like the old days, he compartmentalizes. “I feel no emotional attachment to the enemy,” he said. “I have a duty, and I execute the duty.”