So last year about this time, there appeared to be a pilot with a new plane. It was flown about 10 hours a day, right above my house. It climbed and dived all day long from about 7 in the morning until 5 in the afternoon. Obviously a single engine high powered prop plane. Climbing, diving, climbing, diving climbing, diving, climbing, diving, climbing, diving, climbing, diving maybe even a few stalls. I thought, what the you know is up with this guy? This went on for a week until Sunday came. Every day, the same thing, right over the house. The next Monday came, and right on time, it started again, and went on for another week. I was about to pull my hair out, or start looking for surface to air missles. He was hard to see, but I finally got a full glimps of him with binoculars, the plane was red and white, but I couldn't make out the N number on it. I decided to call the airport authority. I talked with a nice enough gentleman and described the problem and my need to maybe go check into Bellvue. He said there was nothing I could do unless I had the N number off of the plane. I then told him the only thing I knew was that it was red on the bottom, and white on the top. It then registered with him who I was taking about. He told me that its a military trainer, and there was 250 of them staged at the airport. He then told me there was noting he could do about it. So I called the FAA. They told me as long as they were above 500 feet, and below a few thousand, they could fly wherever they wanted, and I had no recourse for my slowly ensuing insanity. It went on for three months. Everyday except Sundays. I live in the middle of nowhere and didn't sign up for this. But finally as he said it ended after three months. Guess what? They're (swearword) back! If I quit posting, it means I'm in a mental hospital, or have blown my brains out.