My friend got into it - did like 4 solos, gust of wind on his 4th jump fed up his landing, crushed his leg when a sudden wind change - 2 operations, 12 weeks on crutches, multiple pins, still hobbles like a hobbit at 40 years old.
Any of you gents Sky Dive----Solo, Not tandam
Back in my younger days. Trained at the Campbell sport club. All solo, tandem hadn't been invented yet.
How long (many jumps) did it take you to get comfortable going solo
One.
What is it costing you per jump?
It WAS costing $55 for training and jump 1, $15 for static line (Jumps 2 thru 6 if you did well) then $5 + $1 per thousand AGL for hop an pops and up. Probably a little more these days.
Do you have your own rig?
Had. Para Plane Cloud modified to Stratocloud trim in a Pioneer Piggyback. 24' reserve.
Hard landings
Two, Downwinded with a collapsed left cell and hooked to high at a demo in Paducah. The ground said ouch both times.
When to flair
Before you land. You learn quickly with practice. Later, when I instructed, we would put radios on the low jump guys harnesses to help.
Packing your shute
Always packed my own chute. From first jump (under watchful eyes) to last.
However all of this began in 1975. The sport has evolved so that I wouldn't even recognize it anymore. My last jump was around '82. I'm a dinosaur. Good times but I don't bend as well anymore. Have fun.
Thank you,
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Had many jumps in the military, went to a commercial jump school to get my recreational ticket. Did all the classroom stuff then went outside to watch some guys jump from ten thousand, the first guy down landed thirty feet from me, no chutes opened, spent the rest of the day at the bar.
Jumped once at one of those places that offers an experience to "thrill seekers", usually a tandem jump.
I paid extra for the long ass class that allows you to jump "solo" your first time.
Most important thing was getting into your initial stable position once you leave the plane.
Once I did that I had an instructor on each arm asking me questions to see if I was using the altimeter and had my wits about me. They kept asking my altitude and having me identify things on the ground below.
We jumped at 13,000 feet or more if I remember right. Seemed like they asked me a lot of questions and had me do various things and than they said to take some free time enjoy the ride and than pull at a designated altitude - I think its was about 5-6500 feet I pulled the rip. The instructors were at my side until they were sure I pulled the cord and the chute blossomed.
The most amazing thing is the change of environment.
Everything before you pull is violence and noise. Once you pull you immediately enter relative peace and quiet.
I flew some sort of square wing and was surprised how controllable it was. An instructor on the ground took over and started guiding me via radio - pull right, pull left, try this, try that.
I could clearly see the LZ and was able to steer toward it, watch the wind sock, land into the wind.
I hit the brakes before the deck and stayed on two feet.
My friend that went through class with me never attained the neutral position on leaving the plane and he plummeted in a panic, like a beetle on its back, until one of the instructors flipped him over and pulled his rip for him.
Good experience for me, not so much my friend. I enjoyed the experience but it didn't capture my soul.
The people in the school smelled strongly of patchoulli oil and the wardrobes were heavy in tie dye. I had my fingers crossed the chute packing was done at the most lucent time of day.
I paid extra for the long ass class that allows you to jump "solo" your first time.
Most important thing was getting into your initial stable position once you leave the plane.
Once I did that I had an instructor on each arm asking me questions to see if I was using the altimeter and had my wits about me. They kept asking my altitude and having me identify things on the ground below.
We jumped at 13,000 feet or more if I remember right. Seemed like they asked me a lot of questions and had me do various things and than they said to take some free time enjoy the ride and than pull at a designated altitude - I think its was about 5-6500 feet I pulled the rip. The instructors were at my side until they were sure I pulled the cord and the chute blossomed.
The most amazing thing is the change of environment.
Everything before you pull is violence and noise. Once you pull you immediately enter relative peace and quiet.
I flew some sort of square wing and was surprised how controllable it was. An instructor on the ground took over and started guiding me via radio - pull right, pull left, try this, try that.
I could clearly see the LZ and was able to steer toward it, watch the wind sock, land into the wind.
I hit the brakes before the deck and stayed on two feet.
My friend that went through class with me never attained the neutral position on leaving the plane and he plummeted in a panic, like a beetle on its back, until one of the instructors flipped him over and pulled his rip for him.
Good experience for me, not so much my friend. I enjoyed the experience but it didn't capture my soul.
The people in the school smelled strongly of patchoulli oil and the wardrobes were heavy in tie dye. I had my fingers crossed the chute packing was done at the most lucent time of day.
I jumped 4 times, back in 1981. I had no intentions of ever doing anything like that in my life, but was talked into taking a one day course by some friends of mine. I was 18.
We took our class under a stand of trees in a field 3/4 of a mile long by 1/3 of a mile wide, that had a paved road running down the middle. The road was used as the runway for the plane. We learned about the streamer, the May West, and any other problem that could arise, and how to deal with them. For our emergency training, they hung us from a tree in full gear and screamed out an emergency situation, grabbed us by the leg, slung us around, up against the tree, anything trying to disorient us, making sure we remembered the emergency procedures. To practice our landings, we rode around in the back of a slow moving pickup truck, and jumped off the tailgate to practice our landing and roll, which was harder than the actual landing.
I ended up jumping a total of four times, all static line from 3500 feet and all solo. Like someone said then, there were no tandem jumps back then. If I had jumped one more static line, I could have done a "hop and pop", which is pulling my own rip cord instead of static line. We were jumping the round green military chutes. The squares were still relatively new.
Back then, the one day course was $75 which included one jump. After that, it was $25 for each additional jump.
When we jumped, our first jump was a chute that someone else packed. After that, we packed our own chute, period.
Hard landings, not really, if you flared your chute correctly. We were taught to keep your eye on the horizon and keep your feet together. If you looked down and watched the ground come up, you will get hurt. We were taught to hit the ground and roll. I never had a problem. In fact, on my last jump, I hit dead center of the target they had out there, which was a gravel pit, and almost stood it up. I hit the ground very softly, but was already conditioned to roll. When i hit the ground, I immediately realized how soft it was, and hopped a couple times trying to get my feet under me, but couldn't. But I was the only one that day that landed on target.
After training, they started taking the students up three at at time with one Jump-master and one Pilot. I saw people getting on that plane that were scared shitless. They were white as sheet and sweating like pigs. They really shouldn't have climbed on that plane. I was scared for them. Since I was one of the last ones to jump, by the time it got time for me to jump, I was tired of waiting my turn and was ready to go. I don't remember being scared at all. One of the rules was land anywhere but on the road. If you land on the road, you will break something. And of course, we had one person land on the road. Yep, they broke an ankle.
When it was finally my turn, the Jump-master called me up to the door. The pilot killed the engine, and I climbed out of the plane, one foot on the wheel strut, one foot on the wheel and both hands on the wing strut. The Jump-master reached out, gave me one pat on the back and yelled "GO!" I picked my feet up and gave a soft push off with my hands, and like Pmclain said, it goes from loud, noisy, and fairly intense, to absolute peace. You hear the plane start up and fly off and then nothing but wind blowing through the strings, and the air is cool and dry. It was awesome.
Would I jump again? Absolutely. But I'm getting older now,and I'm not sure how well by old bones would take it. Would I bungee jump or zip line, hell no.
Oh, I found out years later that my Mom went out and got shitfaced drunk that day.
We took our class under a stand of trees in a field 3/4 of a mile long by 1/3 of a mile wide, that had a paved road running down the middle. The road was used as the runway for the plane. We learned about the streamer, the May West, and any other problem that could arise, and how to deal with them. For our emergency training, they hung us from a tree in full gear and screamed out an emergency situation, grabbed us by the leg, slung us around, up against the tree, anything trying to disorient us, making sure we remembered the emergency procedures. To practice our landings, we rode around in the back of a slow moving pickup truck, and jumped off the tailgate to practice our landing and roll, which was harder than the actual landing.
I ended up jumping a total of four times, all static line from 3500 feet and all solo. Like someone said then, there were no tandem jumps back then. If I had jumped one more static line, I could have done a "hop and pop", which is pulling my own rip cord instead of static line. We were jumping the round green military chutes. The squares were still relatively new.
Back then, the one day course was $75 which included one jump. After that, it was $25 for each additional jump.
When we jumped, our first jump was a chute that someone else packed. After that, we packed our own chute, period.
Hard landings, not really, if you flared your chute correctly. We were taught to keep your eye on the horizon and keep your feet together. If you looked down and watched the ground come up, you will get hurt. We were taught to hit the ground and roll. I never had a problem. In fact, on my last jump, I hit dead center of the target they had out there, which was a gravel pit, and almost stood it up. I hit the ground very softly, but was already conditioned to roll. When i hit the ground, I immediately realized how soft it was, and hopped a couple times trying to get my feet under me, but couldn't. But I was the only one that day that landed on target.
After training, they started taking the students up three at at time with one Jump-master and one Pilot. I saw people getting on that plane that were scared shitless. They were white as sheet and sweating like pigs. They really shouldn't have climbed on that plane. I was scared for them. Since I was one of the last ones to jump, by the time it got time for me to jump, I was tired of waiting my turn and was ready to go. I don't remember being scared at all. One of the rules was land anywhere but on the road. If you land on the road, you will break something. And of course, we had one person land on the road. Yep, they broke an ankle.
When it was finally my turn, the Jump-master called me up to the door. The pilot killed the engine, and I climbed out of the plane, one foot on the wheel strut, one foot on the wheel and both hands on the wing strut. The Jump-master reached out, gave me one pat on the back and yelled "GO!" I picked my feet up and gave a soft push off with my hands, and like Pmclain said, it goes from loud, noisy, and fairly intense, to absolute peace. You hear the plane start up and fly off and then nothing but wind blowing through the strings, and the air is cool and dry. It was awesome.
Would I jump again? Absolutely. But I'm getting older now,and I'm not sure how well by old bones would take it. Would I bungee jump or zip line, hell no.
Oh, I found out years later that my Mom went out and got shitfaced drunk that day.
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I did the same thing you did and had a positive experience. This time I am going tandem cause of my hip problem. AM considering Solo again once I get healed up.
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Not one word on this next one. Don't even go there............
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I could tell you a story about a crash I witnessed when I was a kid that killed two guys. But I want you to .....................
oh, and it ..........
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People Goin-In with mechanical Mal's in harness container with the Main or Reserve has always been the least cause of injury/death . More people worldwide skydiving are hurt/injured flying under a perfectly good wing has always been the #1 culprit . The biggest being ( showing off ) hook turns and just plain bad judgment calls . Then there is the new high performance tiny wings that when landing forward speed is your best friend with precision flair with a fast sprint .
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When I did my skydiving, one thing that the Jump-master told all of us was, that if our chute, by accident or on purpose, pops out, opens, etc inside the plane, he would do everything possible, and it is everybody'd duty, to make sure that person is immediately thrown out of the plane. If a chute opens in a plane, and gets sucked out the door, it will stop the plane, and it would fall like a rock.
Nope. Too late, and I don't think your please is sincere enough.
You do that and he just gets this look on his face ...
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I am an Army Senior Parachutist and Special Operations Jumpmaster. I have jumped out of Fixed Wing Prop and Jet, Rotary Wing, Balloons, and Base Jumped. I broke my back and crushed my spine on my last jump (you always fucking get hurt on your last jump) which left me paralyzed below the waist. I recovered, though not totally, but enough to make it to retirement. It is one thing to put up with my paralysis and pain which I experience every day knowing it was in service to my country. If I had got hurt seeking thrills or trying to do something cool, I would be much more pissed off. Parachuting is just like war...you can do everything right and still get killed.
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Fine. I'll just make up my own story.
You see, there were these two smokin hawt Beach Bunnies walking along teal water in just mini halters and dental floss. The One with silky smooth skin and 36 rack said Ohhh look a sea shell.
She bent over straight legged to pick it up. Unbeknownst to her high up in the sky the Falcon was searching for clams as well. . As she gathered her shelled treasure the Falcone spotted his and then...............................POW...Clams Casino
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Whoz yer Bunny
You see, there were these two smokin hawt Beach Bunnies walking along teal water in just mini halters and dental floss. The One with silky smooth skin and 36 rack said Ohhh look a sea shell.
She bent over straight legged to pick it up. Unbeknownst to her high up in the sky the Falcon was searching for clams as well. . As she gathered her shelled treasure the Falcone spotted his and then...............................POW...Clams Casino
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Whoz yer Bunny
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my jumping was in the military. it's not fun.
from the shit i am reading here, it confirms my general belief that civilians doing it are mostly shitheads and begging to die.
i've had fucksticks yap about this, yap about that, trying to compare their bullshit to what we did, which is laughable. to me, unless you are an infantryman/medic/18 series jumping a full combat load in complete darkness at 800'AGL, you are still a dirty, NASTY leg. fuck civilian wannabes and fuck 5 jump chumps. so DIRTY. so NASTY.
rant over.
from the shit i am reading here, it confirms my general belief that civilians doing it are mostly shitheads and begging to die.
i've had fucksticks yap about this, yap about that, trying to compare their bullshit to what we did, which is laughable. to me, unless you are an infantryman/medic/18 series jumping a full combat load in complete darkness at 800'AGL, you are still a dirty, NASTY leg. fuck civilian wannabes and fuck 5 jump chumps. so DIRTY. so NASTY.
rant over.
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These things made Jumpmastering very dangerous and exiting the aircraft very difficult. Anyway, it was a moonless night on a dropzone I had never dropped on before. I couldn't get the right pair of risers to separate and I struggled to become oriented and to distinguish the approaching ground. I couldn't find the silhouette of the tree line, or horizon, which you use to gauge the correct time to drop your combat equipment. I decided to release my combat equipment early rather than risk landing with it. I pulled the release straps and waited for the shock from the equipment hitting the end of the tether and it never came. At about the same time I realized that the rucksack should have hit the end of the tether I saw the treeline...and then it was too late. I smacked the ground very hard but I walked away. In retrospect, and in light of the fact that one pair of rises never separated and that I hit the ground far sooner than I should have, I believe I had a partial malfunction, called a Mae West. Upon exiting the aircraft, wind must have gotten in between my body and combat equipment flipping me between the risers. [IMG2=JSON]{"data-align":"none","data-size":"full","src":"http:\/\/home.hiwaay.net\/~magro\/maewest.jpg"}[/IMG2]
This is considered a Major Partial Malfunction and warrants deployment of the reserve. Deploying the reserve is, in and of itself, a risky maneuver. Done incorrectly, the reserve can foul what is left of the main canopy, turning a bad situation into a deadly situation. My inability to see the Mae West was probably for the best, as deploying my reserve at night with combat equipment is a very dicey operation.
While on an interoperability exercise with the French at the L'Ecole D'entrainment de Parachutist in Pau, France, they wanted us to deploy our reserves as part of the training. We declined, as this was sort of akin to shooting yourself to confirm that it is painful.
While going through the Q course, a member of my team experienced a total malfunction...a severed static line...and had the mental agility to realize it and pull his reserve, thereby giving truth to the old adage "How long do you have to deploy your reserve...the rest of your life". Of course this was at night, into a small DZ, during a rain storm. Another student, a Ranger who had jumped into Grenada, cut his M60 free when he saw he was headed for the trees...which is what you are supposed to do but caused everything to grind to a halt as they had to scour the National Forest to look for the weapon. Not a good night and caused major consternation among the powers that be as this followed a spate of deaths by SF personnel in training accidents, one student in the class before having been killed by getting run over by an MC-130 on a night rough terrain airfield.
Imagine this, but with a "Big" ruck that weighs 125 lbs. That being said, we always jumped our individual weapons as "weapons exposed" and landed with them, never dropping them in a tethered weapons bag.
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LOL.....I'll bite on this one . You the nasty leg-humper and don't know it .. Either you are drunk and Trolling or you are honestly young naive unaware ??? , So I will kick this back to you . You have never pushed your personal limits of training to ever excel at any discipline of freefall or canopy . Your just a fucking pack mule, meat bomb with the bare minimum and barely enough training in body positioning and altitude awareness and skills to keep yourself alive .
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Joined a sky-diving club at 18 yoa (40 yrs ago) in college with my 'educated' friends. Trained for two weeks prior to 1st jump; out on the strut, hard arch, no canopy, streamer, 2-3 seconds of self-loathing then cut away and the line to the reserve snapped. One of the clevis retaining pins had a subtle kink that prevented it from releasing through the slot. Beat the snot out of it and opened with about 4 seconds under reserve chute before landing. Black heel marks on the back of my white jump helmet. College logic; "If I can manage a double malfunction on my 1st jump then should be good to go." Jumped 4 more times and was done. The jump masters had this extreme fatalist life view seasoned with the occasional line of coke. One bounced a month later. I still recall the violence interrupted by solitude as if it were this morning.
pull a reserve?.........how about deploy a reserve.....why yes i have and it was almost as old as myself at the time.....26ft navy conical actually
<------see my avatar....circa 1973.......belly warts and B4's with a short lined Para Commander,
D licence holder jumpmaster static line, old school tandem pilot ALMOST,......senior parachute rigger with a sharp pencil.....and all around nice guy
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Never had the inclination to leave a good aircraft.
A bud that I knew was a true recreational jumper.
Kenny had north of 3k jumps.
Ultralight damn near ended his life.
I think he quit testing the numbers game after that.
Been a while since I've seen him.
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A bud that I knew was a true recreational jumper.
Kenny had north of 3k jumps.
Ultralight damn near ended his life.
I think he quit testing the numbers game after that.
Been a while since I've seen him.
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Reading yours made me recall mine and prompted the post! Honestly, I was too young and bullet-proof stupid to be scared and was truly in the moment angry at myself for electively causing my own demise. God is good and full of grace. The height perspective oddly removed the fear pre-jump; 3k ft everything's microscopic and foreign as opposed to 75 ft and scary.
The C-170 was perfectly balanced on the wing, only a knot or two above a stall as it had just lifted off. Imagine a 2000 pound weight balanced on the head of a pin - it only takes a few pounds of force to send it toppling. Instant application 200 lbs. of dead weight applied out on the wing far from the CG would definitely send it spinning. I've seen that clip before, in normal-framed video. It amazes me that even more damage wasn't done.
We've had a couple jump schools open up from time to time at our two local county airports. The last one was 6 or 7 years ago. On the first day of their opening weekend, they had someone go straight in with no canopy (don't know the details, whether it was a streamer, or what), and land in the garden of the Co. Sheriff's brother. It was the shortest history (one day) of a jump school I've ever heard of.
I became friends with a guy who opened a school at our airport. He was some kind of award-winning super-jumper. Pmclaine made me laugh when he mentioned patchouli oil and tie-dye. Described this guy perfectly (although he was really an OK, good guy). No, he never talked me into jumping, but we stayed friends because we owned the same kind of plane. He showed me a cool picture someone took of him standing on the T-tail of a King Air in flight. He crawled back there down the top of the fuselage while in flight, shimmied up the leading edge of the vertical, made it up to the horizontal stab at the top, got into position, and then stood up. The guy with the camera instantly took the pic. Of course, one second later he was gone as the slipstream immediately swept him off. Heck of a way to start a "jump."
edit: OK, I got to thinking, I'll bet a pic like that has got to be on the web somewhere. So I did a search and sure enough, I found it. Unfortunately, it was attached to an article about my friend having died of cancer in 2015. I had no idea, and haven't seen him since he left the area back around 2008, except for one time when he popped into my office to say Hi when he happened to be passing through. The pic is in this article. It also goes into a little bit about just how "big of a deal" he was in the jumping world. I knew he was supposed to be famous in that circle, but apparently very much so. God Bless you, Orly.
http://blueskiesmag.com/2015/03/26/bsbd-orly-b-king/
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Standing on the tail...almost SOP for Russian Paratroopers
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Are you saying you 'pencil packed' your Reserve a lot ??? ....LOL . and A Good skill to know .
I think the longest I ever pencil packed my Reserve was 7 or 8 years .
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Military employees have some people with years of repetitious jumps on high skill disciplines of Freefall and canopy work . Military will kickout money and training budget for golden knights Demo/CRW and 4-way / 8-way teams, those guys get huge numbers of repetitious jumps and they are highly accomplished .
But the average Mil. jump school Grad. is only trained within the guidelines of safety to deliver the payload ( him-her Self ) to the DZ . Once there they then actually then get to perform there primary job of skill that there trained for . And I am not saying that Mil. jump school, with disciplining yourself to the system of delivering the human payload and gear into a combat DZ is easy thing either . There nothing easy about that and you damn lucky to not get fuckedup being in that mix .
Freefall both from aircraft and fixed object and along with Canopy flight disciplines go WAY in depth than just what the average person in military or public ever see or occasionally sample on the YouTube . You have the public/private Drop zones . BUT You leave the regulated rules of the DZ and 'Anything Goes' and the world is wide open for whatever you want, Anything from a organized Skydive party out a turbine on a Thailand Beach for a DZ, To stealthing a gameplan of entering a nuk power plant compound and climbing, for Freefall off a Cooling Tower .
It a strange lifestyle of commitment . Public normal can't comprehend the commitment it takes to even get enough jumps to accumulate 24-Hr. of Freefall . The public side of Skydive/BASE, there no way people can comprehend or relate to the accumulated hours & days worth of ( 60-second Freefalls per jump ) or years worth of Canopy flight to develop there skill level and spontaneous muscle memory and learn the mechanical Rigging side, to ' temporarily ' be on the top-tier with body flight & canopy flight .
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only my logbook can be reconciled...suffice to say i was a popular guy at several DZ's to include packing tandems and a loft or two......
i was neither drunk, nor (intended) trolling.....maybe unintended trolling. i've no idea of who you are, or what your resume is. and quite honestly, i dont really care. i DO know that i served with true GIANTS of men, some of the best this country has ever had. these men call me their brother, and that is about as high a compliment as i could ever hope to have.
i think civilian jumping is a fucking joke, and aint nothing going to change my mind. no base jumping knuckleheads, no wingsuit wearing wannabes. i've done my time and i've got zero inclination to ever do it again. kinda like shitting in the woods.
i'll firmly stand by my previous statement. if that makes your ass sore, that's not my issue.
i think civilian jumping is a fucking joke, and aint nothing going to change my mind. no base jumping knuckleheads, no wingsuit wearing wannabes. i've done my time and i've got zero inclination to ever do it again. kinda like shitting in the woods.
i'll firmly stand by my previous statement. if that makes your ass sore, that's not my issue.
little whiny bitches think your bad asses because you trained to jump out of a perfectly good airplane prepared to get surrounded and killed off in 3 days if the conventional army doesn't come get your dumb asses, yeah real fkn heros, you st your sasses there while big green has to come get you. Fuck you mr wanna be tough guy.I know nobody ever told you all this but the real Army, the one with tanks and shit, looks upon you as bait, no different than a goddam deer feeder and you are the corn.
