As we got closer to the destination I was checking the fuel gauges (tapping them to assure they were working
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Now approximately 10NM from the destination airport I was leveling off at 2,000 feet and noticed the fuel gauges read "1 gallon" in each tank. Sweating due to the higher temps at this altitude and fear to turn anything on that would use more fuel, I put my ball cap on backwards and cranked the throttles enough to stay level. MyAAS reported an anemic 15 lbs. of fuel remaining, this was calculated in my brain of no more fuel then my dog weighed - not a very comforting thought! Suddenly the airport came into sight! Oh, did I mention that the conditions were IFR and the control tower declined approval for landing - that is until I called back declaring a fuel emergency - that changed their tone!
I did not fly crosswind or base leg, I "dog legged" it in! On short final I put down the gear and added one notch flaps. I felt her lunge back as if saying "why oh why are you slowing me down!" Meanwhile I could not bare to think how much fuel remained in the tanks, but amazingly the engines still idled. Over the runway now, flared and landed perfect. On to the taxiway and headed straight for the fuel box. But before I stopped at the fuel box I *HAD* to check out how much fuel remained - just 3 LBS.!!
Plan accordingly, this could have been a disaster but luck was on my side.