Bobutt

All posts from this guy are frauds. This Zing is a figment of imagination. The real Zing cleaned up and became despectable I will accept PMs not Bms if this fakir cares to respond off forum.

More Gulch Trivia: Larsen said the only rule was if you scared him you were grounded. Apparently, Monte and Link were able to get grounded or so I was told. They would show up after the month and get grounded again. One of them had his hand on the ripcord before impact. I can't remember who it was - went in on the runway with a partial. When they got to him he was hysterical screaming "I bounced and lived" Jumped again after recovery. The asphalt was far more forgiving in the Desert Heat than the ground. A team looking for sponsorship went to a mortuary with a proposal based on how much business the DZ provided. Pretty much the last straw of many episodes for the city and ending the business license shortly thereafter. Coolidge was already going on and the Ghouls moved a bit East.

Actually a guy landed out and found it in the desert. The Gulch My shirt had "We fly. You die" under the hand. They ignored the ground That cardinal sin Monte bounced Link went in

I borrowed Dirty Billy Bishops (deceased) Security rig for my first hogback jump. Opening shock disconnected both leg straps! Darn quick disconnects. Fortunately he had sewn a piece of webbing to the leg straps for a seat. It caught me at the knees. I landed on my butt. Painful, but better than the alternative. 41 years later, I still double check my leg straps even with a step in harness before going out the door. Dirty Billy was a piece of work. His Dad had one of the first ever computers from Caltech in the basement. Dirty was in the Beech and needed to relieve himself. A real problem for him. So he goes to the door and proceeds to get only most of the liquid out in the windstream. With an approving nod from Poteet , he got a kick in the pants from Dennis ? and entered freefall with his member in the off hand and a loose legstrap. Decisions decisions. Poor guy, got thrown from a car in Mexico and was literally plowed into the ground by a passing farmers plow.

Frequently did Dactyl, flyer, crusair on team jumps until we had a three way wrap, which ended my canopy formation career.

I paid $10 for an airplane altimeter and duct taped it to my harness. Bill Newell published a periodical for a while and a cover picture shows it dangling clearly visible from a photographers viewpoint below me as i go thru a hula hoop. Anyway. About ground rush. The AFF crowd rarely need worry about this phenomena, but I was taught to pull immediately should this happen to me for I would be about 1000 feet AGL in dire need of a deceleration device other than terra firma. We did static line at 2000± and clear and pulls 3000 or so so it seemed to be a level one might naturally need to be familiar with! One day I decided ground rush was to no longer be a mysterious phenomena. After a botched three way attempt from the Cessna I waited to see if the established accounts were accurate. Sure enough at about 1000 feet there was a distinct change from the normal freefall sight picture to very abrupt perception of the ground coming at me and the horizon on either side being above not even. Satisfied. I deployed my main and landed uneventfully but somewhat off the target. Wellll, Ed Armstrong being the owner of the DZ's son and sort of safety guy observed this stunt. He waits for me to get to the truck and in his slow drawl asks how high I got open. 2000' says I having already been taught that is the only right answer to the query. No more was said and on the next three way attempt Fast Eddie was now one of the participants(BTW he was a former Golden Knight) I was fascinated by his thongs actually flip flopping as he dived past me to pin the guy that missed pinning me(low man is Base was the standard then) Following his example I then managed to get to the two way but stopped too soon. Since it was 2500' we broke off and as I waved off there was Fast Eddie directly above me. 1500' he was still there. At a grand I flipped him off and dumped as he whistled past and opened below me. This uncalled for outrageous behavior disturbed me somewhat so I when I got to the truck I opined as how if he was so concerned about my opening altitude why did he take me down to a grand? Eddie says in his easy going slow drawl" I just wanted to see if you really knew where you were at."

This might be scary only cause it is soo dumb. Sitting in the Melody due to high winds, we look around and decide there is enough for a Beech load as the winds subside. Being a up and coming wannabe I write down all the names and we wander on back to the DZ. Since I had the fewest beers etc. and LLP was known to do a breath check, I was again elected, take the list to manifest. Flo calls Larry to see what he thinks and he peruses the list, sees everyone hanging out at the packing tables and opines, "looks like a pretty good load." Everyone gets their hopes up just as Larry then says "Too bad you manifested on a bar napkin" DUHHHH! Back to the Melody.

I suppose it could be cross referenced to the"Scary Stories from the Old Days" thread , but I was too damn busy to be scared so it might be a push! Bob

Trash packing worked great for me for awhile until a few lines somehow did a half hitch around the closing flap. So there I was teammates screaming at me to cut away-this was at the Nationals 1980-Reached over and grabbed my cheap ass plastic handled hook knife to extricate myself from the mess all the while thinking yea yea I know to cut away guys, as the knife part entered freefall and I was left with the little plastic handle. Now I am thinking yea yea I wish I could cut away. After a few pullups on the recalcitrant lines the half hitch divorced it self of the container and the main worked fine. I then installed line stow strips in the container but all that effort led to just using the dang ol bag.

javascript:%20addTag(':(') Gotta tell a Joe Morgan story. Ben had put up the rotten Beech wing at the entrance and Joe was tasked to add a No Dogs sign to it. Naturally Ben's dog was okay but heck it was a superb rabbit hunter. I still can hear them cry just before mealtime. Anyway, Old Ben and I were headed out to the Mexican restaurant for a pitcher of beer and a giant burrito at lunch time when Ben brings the truck to a screeching stop in a cloud of dust in front of the sign. He looks over at me and says-Remind me to get Joe to fix that sign. Joe used ample Red paint that had run down from each letter as if written in blood "NO DOGS" I can picture Joe gritting his teeth with glee the whole time he was painting that sign.

Bill, Remember Joe Morgan wrote in big letters on the AD poster that was in the Perrish Valley Manifest Window "Is this gear" Sherman had a fit when he saw it. I think it was Turkey Boogie '81 Still makes me chuckle.

The D-18 we normally rode in on it's way to Taft for the weekends jumps was getting annualed so we got someone else to drag us up there. We loaded up at Acton and proceded Northwest to be greeted by a Tule overcast. The pilot wanting to be in our future plans wandered around somewhere above the airport looking for holes. Somehow he gotten the impression we knew what we were doing and sort of relinquished directional control as we chased phantom holes. Upon noting some tanks, a canal and a road all in near proximity resembling the target at Taft we exited. Popping out of the light overcast there was no semblance of our usual target area other than the aforementioned but out of sequence terrain markers. An oilfield worker stopped wondering where the plane may have crashed. He used his CB(way before cell phones) to get help as we gathered together and I got nothing but crap from almost everyone on the load. Lots of granite all around us sticking up into industrial haze and severely undulating terrain. Directly here comes Art Armstrong and he is not at all happy, we are, 16 miles away from where we should have been. He queries us about who spotted and Larry Pearlman pipes up the same time as me to claim the coveted prize for Spotter of the Year. Probably saved me from another grounding. Art muttered something obscene under his breath and loaded us up for the trip back to Taft and refused to stop for beer which as luck would have we were out by then.

This should awaken a few slightly abused brain cells. There I was sewing carpet onto my huaraches in the tin building at Perris next to where they now fuel the aircraft. The first jump course was being conducted in the student side and the door was open to the loft. A loud clamor arose from the packing area and I stepped out to see a person plummeting tits up almost directly overhead. I stepped sideways to get behind a car so I didn't get splashed just as the reserve starts its way out of the wart. Too late thinks I to a very loud quite near opening shock. Stepping back and then around the car there is a young lady flat on her back trying to catch her breath. Frankly, I was so amazed I forget what she said. I went back in the loft and the Jumpmaster asked what all the hubbub was all about. "Just another student doing everything right at the last possible moment." Shucks, I was shaking so bad i had to give up my little project for awhile. Can you believe she was asked to take up bowling?

Jumping at my old teammates DZ a guy named Walt recommended this thread on this forum. Resurrected some good/not so good memories. As I tell most wuffos-It ain't for everybody including some that do anyway. So I am in the Howard with DRay and a friend of ours girlfriend, cause he asked us to jump with her. Being good Sky Junkies(we jump with anyone for any reason for beer). So I go base and Sandy(that is the chicks name by the way) flops out the door. DRay blows past her and pins me. then we patiently await her arrival but she has followed DRays lead and gets into a decent dive and starts accelerating. Unfortunately she must have missed the part where he slowed down and blows thru us like a bowling ball getting a perfect strike. As I get stable, the sweet thing is tits up plummeting to her doom right in front of me. So I go over to her as DRay fades out of the picture. While I am trying to decide wether to pull her main or chest mount, she comes too and does the second smartest thing in her life and immediately saves me from making a decision and dumps her main. Whew. After we land she gets in her car and apparently makes the Smartest decision in her life, at least for the time being, and never returns or is heard from again. And no, we ended up buying our own beer anyway. If you are going to be a bowling ball............