GRIZ

“Griz,” the quiet yet rugged aviator of VFA-147, hails from Montana and carries with him the steady confidence of someone who seems perfectly comfortable with wide-open skies and whatever waits beyond the horizon.

His calm, almost serene presence has a way of settling a ready room, but beneath that composed exterior lies a subtle sense of humor and an easygoing Western charm that often catches his squadron mates completely off guard.

In the cockpit, Griz brings that same temperament to the fight... patient, deliberate, and difficult to rattle, preferring to let the situation develop before choosing precisely when to make his move.

Off-duty, Griz has an amusing obsession with weather forecasting and keeps a battered pocket barometer nearby, occasionally ignoring the official forecast, staring toward the horizon, and confidently announcing, “Weather’s coming.”

Nobody is entirely sure whether it’s meteorology, Montana instinct, or dumb luck—but annoyingly, Griz is usually right.

With rugged composure, understated wit, and the steady instincts of a man who never seems in much of a hurry, Griz brings a distinctly calming presence to VFA-147...right up until it’s time to fight.