They used to. Sadly they got a bit of a bad press after running-down a Sea King in the South Atlantic, taking some poor bloke's napper off at South Cerney, and stoofing-in in the Cairngorns during a sporting route-reversal at high AUM.
The Pilot had more guts than the 'auto pilot', who was for ever bitch'n.
Used to crew these and Andovers during my Air Dispatch days, add in a little bit of Beaver and the odd Wessex drop, and oh it did bring back memories.
Such as certain Sgt who on finals vomited his false teeth into a sicky, plucked them out put them back into his mouth and still made green on. Or the time I was watching roll out with my hand nonchalantly on the static cable, as the first chutes snapped I though my hand had been smashed off. Mine you those were the highs, as I spent most of my time in the Dufalite mines [I must of been one excellent Duffalite maker, I tell myself] I didn't get too many of them. Although I did get my Brevet within 2 years with the help of 9 drops one day from a Beaver, whilst during a GD tour in Moscow Camp.