I jumped back in high school...45 years ago. Went to a Jump School, cost 55 bucks and you got three static line jumps. The "school" consisted of standing on top of a table and jumping onto a dirty mattress with your knees bent. Jerry, the pilot/instructor's breath smelled of whiskey and the yellow Piper airplane really was held together with duct tape and bailing wire.
When I said I jumped, that was a little misleading. I actually fell off of the wing strut trying to get back in the damn plane. Texas is a huge place with lots of open ground. Imagine my surprise at narrowly missing landing on top of a bob wire fence, but I did find a prickly pear cactus. I did not crap my pants.....but only because I was puckered up so tight!
Jerry still owes me two jumps. I just ain't found the time to go collect the debt. It all worked out. Later on in the Army when those Airborne Ranger guys came around looking for fresh meat....I KNEW I wasn't gonna jump out of another damn plane!!
my first jump
dangit. can't post photo. It is a picture of a soldier being kicked out of a helicopter! oh well
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