SkydiveJack

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1265891/Hold-think-youre-going-Skydiver-grabs-gliders-tail-fin-fly-2-100-metres-100mph.html

I once met a Z-Hills local who lived next to the swamp, to the southeast of the DZ a few miles. He had a wild pig that he had found and raised from a baby. It was about 500 lbs and looked like the devil, with really long tusks. I never went into the swamp without my .45 after that.

My wife and I used to drive to Toronto from Michigan on long weekends. There is a lot to do. One thing we found nice was to get a one day Metro Pass. It was around $10 and you could ride all day on the subway or the trams. We would sometimes just hop on any tram that came by and see where we ended up. We found a lot of nice bars that way!

Read the book "Fighter Pilot" about Robin Olds. In it he described at the end of WWII at his airfield in Germany, how literally hundreds of "new" P-51's (less than 5 hours on the airframe!) were scrapped. The people I know that fly these rare Warbirds all tend to say the same thing. They don’t really own them, they are just the caretakers. They have the privilege and joy of flying them as they preserve them for everyone else. It’s quite an investment of time and money.

If it’s any consolation, there weren’t any controls in the back.

The pilot part of me says- “Eject, Eject, Eject!”

That's OK Grimmie. I still love you for letting me jump when I showed up out of the blue in Belize!

My wife and I flew up to an airport open house today in Alma, Michigan. We know some of the people there who brought in their Warbirds. Vlado Lenoch asked me if I wanted to go up with him in his P-51D named “Moonbeam McSwine”. I about fell over!!! Oh, and by the way he says, we will be flying in formation with a F4U Corsair for a little bit before we go do some aerobatics! It just keeps getting better. As the son of a 30 year US Air Force pilot I developed two dreams when I became a skydiver and a pilot. One was to jump from a B-17 since my dad flew them in WWII. I got that jump some years ago at Rantoul. The other was to fly in a P-51 Mustang, one of the great planes that protected the Bombers. Today I fulfilled the second dream. Today was a damn good day!

Works for me! I don't see why not.

I got better in between I was just having a bad day The sun got in my eyes The pilot didn't listen to my correction It was a different airplane from usual I was spotting for the squares (let's see -- what else is there ) Wendy P. You seem well practiced with those responses Wendy! You forgot- The wind changed. The buttons didn't work. My contact lenses came out.

Or what lake is below them.

That's one of the charter flights they use for Gay Cruises down in the Caribbean!

You’re in the UK. Why don't you just make a parachute descent for charity? It's all the rage over there!

Jerry, Spelling never was my strong suit! Me, Niki and Skip Kniley all went down to the DZ Campinas in 1987 to work. We were assured of tons of business. In the three months I was there I saw the money change twice due to rampant inflation. Sure was a shame. I barely had enough money to get a ticket out of there. The people were wonderful and your right, the women are beautiful! Niki, I would kill to find garlic as good as I had at that restaurant. I have never found anything close to that stuff. Your right, I could taste is for four days and you guys could smell me a mile away for four days! Awesome!!! Remember the 60’ avocado tree at the airport? I remember you following that kid down into the Flavella. We were starting to take bets if you would come out alive or not! As I think back, that was the only DZ I ever worked at where each night one staff member had to spend the night in the building, with a shotgun and an old revolver. We would fire off a few rounds each night just to let people know we were there. OK, enough with hijacking this thread. Let’s get back to 26’ conicals!

Niki, Tudo Joya! A fellow CampPenis Survivor! So then, having a bad memory makes a bad memory a good memory, não?

Hey Crusty, I seem to remember back in the day you were jumping some new fangled 26' lopo and it inverted on you. What was the story on that one? I also remember the time Ferd and I docked our squares on your round, he and I wrapped, you dropped us and we had to cutaway. Then all three of us were on rounds! Ah, the good old days!

Well, to quote you from another thread- "I have found that peeing on it does the job." So they might find it interesting to know that you mark your territory!

OK, my turn.

Years ago my reserve got pulled at 10,500' during a Beech exit at Poppenhagers place. It was a 26' Navy Conical with a 4 line release. I stood it up in the pit. I would have bought the guy who spotted a beer but he had already had enough!

Hi Crusty, I saw your music credit at the end. I guess the fun police had you censored! The Bastards!!! I liked the comment during a dirt dive about “a six pack for a dead spider, a case if you take it out.” Beer rules were pretty serious back in the day.

I hope they say I owe them a lot of money. That way I could have figuratively taken it with me!

Break the registration into 420 OK. Then research the meaning of 420.

Wow, a lot of the old Z-hills in there. Thanks for posting it! Would I be correct that it was too early for video and that you used an actual film camera?

Good point. There already is a Naked Skydiving Organization. It has a logo and everything! NNFB#75

Your wife seemed pretty smart that time I met her in Belize. After all, she married you didn’t she?