"are pilots losing their basic flying skills?
I submit to you that some simply never had much to begin with. This percentage is increasing rapidly. Specifically, the chillrens who have kept the seat warm adjacent to myself and my former co-workers in Part 121 ops.
I'm talking 201 hours total time, 25 hours ME, just about no actual instrument. These are real numbers and not uncommon when hiring was still rampant.
Some are not all bad, all are not much good. Some learn quickly, many get washed out in initial.
My favorite was a kid who tells me on day 2 that he is on "high minimums," after on day 1 going down to 100 AGL (me as PF) on a messy day of hard IFR. He does not know call outs, in fact I thought he got stage fright as PNF. Total silence over there.
He flew otay in VFR until he looks out the window, then stops descending, gets slow; really just goes into lost in space over there.
I called him "Snoop Dawg" because he likes to "get high" when it is time to land.
The worst I heard 2nd hand was a fat young pilette who was about to be released on her own the next day at a freight operator I worked at. She climbed into a solid cloud layer, and made a loud, surprised/frightened sound, as I imagine she would make when her large labia emits a queef.
When the route familiarization guy seated next to her asks WTF? She replies, "I have never been in clouds before!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
At least she had no one in back. Yes, she is CAPT on a shiny new RJ last I heard.
Oh ya, another goodun'. Night VMC, calm winds, big fat runway, no one out but the crusty Capt. and his boy blunder, who is just wrasslin' with the yoke, tap dancin' on the rudders (at least he remembered em some will say), and jockeying the throttles like a poor kid foolin' with the stuffed animal crane arcade machine.
Boy Blunder makes the now expected smash onto the poor runway surface, CA assumes the A/C. CA retracts his hand from the power levers and asks, "what the ********************? Why are the throttles all wet?" (sweat dripping from them)
BB - "Wot? I'm workin' over here!" (I like to imagine it was said in a New Joisey accent and he was as orange as a carrot!)
Before you ask: Yes, I am Gawd's gift to aviation, and I was born that way.:erm: