usedtajump

I noticed Bobby Crump, D-210 on the list. My father used to work with him at a barber shop in the late 50s in Dallas when I was about 12 years old. Bobby is the one who got me hooked on skydiving at a very early age by inviting me out to the DZ and even taking me up as an observer (not a big deal back then even though I was 12). When I saw the three jumpers exit the aircraft, I knew that was sometthing I just had to do. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

What would you use something like that for? *** HOURS at time...'back in the day'!!! PARAphanelia. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Ther's a Sammy Ramos listed in the Guthrie, OK white pages. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

The first time I jumped at AC I had about 20 jumps. Naturally, I went for the peas that are pictured above at the North end of the runway but to my astonishment, all the other jumpers on the load landed at the South end of the runway. After the mile walk back to the packing area, I was told that they had quit using the peas about six months before that and everybody was now landing at the South end by the airport office. Information I could've used before take off. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Awah, that nothing, wait'll you land in corn thats nine feet high. Also, be sure you keep your feet and knees together when you do, those ears of corn are hell on the nads. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Yeah, I've often wondered the same thing. When I started out jumping in Dallas, Sammy was jumping at Seagoville then shortly after departed for CA. The first time I ever went to Perris, I knew no one there but Sammy and he got me on some loads I'd never have gotten on otherwise. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

"As to the Southern Gothic thing, we southerners tend to speak matter of factly about such things at the dinner table. My Uncle fell off his own tractor years back and got run over by the Bush Hog he was towing. We reckon he'd been doing some drinkin." Other than having a tandem student fall out of the harness, now that I'm farming, that's currently my worst nightmare. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Great looking pup, good luck with him. We're going to the local animal shelter in Auust and get a mutt puppy for a farm dog to go along with our three farm (mutt) cats. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Well, I got certified in 1992, I've dived in: Cozumel, Cancun, St. Thomas, Cayman Islands, Bahamas, Hawaii, Palau, Pendecamp State Park, FL Lake Murray, OK and Lake Travis, TX The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Like the title says, this is the History forum. Things have changed a lot in the last 20/30 years. Sometimes I can't believe some of the shit that happened and I was there. (but just as an observer)

Oh yeah, that's right, God left with Benner before I got there. How ya' been Greg? The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Went to Levi's funeral...meah...fundamentalist preacher trying to save our souls.....but the party afterward, well, I saw God. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Jezzzz, that sounds familiar. When I started out, eons ago, I didn't want to do learn anything but RW or, if you will, belly flying. All the other skills (style, accuracy) were for those old guys who weren't quite with it anymore and seemed a waste of my time and money. Well, with a little encouragement from an old fart or two, I took a step back and listened and learned those disciplines. You'd be surprised how many of those techniques those old bastards taught me helped me progress to my ultimate goal with a greater degree of confidence and safety. Any skill you can learn in this sport will only enhance your ultimate goal and may just save your ass/arse someday. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

CARVAIR, hands down. Damn, I wonder if that Carvair is one of those that sat at Love Field in Dallas from avout 1973 to 1975. At the time, I thought they were just junk waiting to be scrapped then one day they all four flew out to who knows where. Or is that something I used to drive, oh wait, that was a Corvair. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Wow Cutaway1, you were a "lineboy" too, so was I. Worked at Love Field in Dallas back in the 70s. I remember Loy's billboard in Times Square, it was pictured in a couple of magazines back then The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Yes, but the SCR is a bit of a right of passage for many in skydiving. Typically its done for someone who doesn't quite have the skill to actually fly in and dock on an 8-way. They're the maggot and the 8-way is built around them. Sort of like here it is, now you know what its like, go learn how to do it. The first time you dock on a SCR for someone else brings it all together for you. The ceremony is important in this regard as well. Well said AggieDave. I remember weekends, very special weekends, where competing 182 DZs came together and the prime purpose was to have as many SCR dives as possible. These weekends were, for the most part low pressure, let it hang out, have fun affairs with the occasional skygod four plane formation loads where you might get to attempt a 16 way diamond or maybe a 16 way CRW diamond attempt.. After jumping was over for the day, the SCR ceremonies and partying with "rival" DZs went on sometimes until it was time for the sunrise load the next morning. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Have it within reach - Use it with extreme caution Turtle. I used Zicam spray one time three years ago and lost all olfactory senses permantly. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Being from Texas originally, I kind'a agree with them. Saw them the other night on David Letterman and thought they kicked ass. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

"Terminating all my clients". The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

GIV, nice gig. I worked for over 30 years in jet charter sales for about four different charter operators in the Dallas area, The last two, the ones still in business, were Million Air and Jet Aviation. I'm retired and living on our farm in Western Kentucky now.

Jack, who were you flying charter for? Used to be in the jet charter business myself. You probably don't remember this but you rode from Muskogee to Dallas with me one time after the Nationals in the mid 80s and we did a demo with Jerry Rouillard into something, maybe the Cotton Bowl or a rodeo, just can't remember the specifics..... or much of the drive, either. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Paid cash for a Lexus RX300 a few years back and still have it. I HATE car payments. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

Louisiana, what a backwater load of crap even before Katrina. I was born in and lived all my life in Texas until six months ago and when my old mom and dad are dead and gone, I'll never set foot there again either. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

In the jet charter business I always did 40 to 48 hours a week depending if I was on call one week a month. Now, I don't do shit unless it's something I really want to do since I retired. Anyone who works 90 hours a week for someone else is either a Godamn fool or needs serious counseling. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.

I still need North and South Dakota and Wisconsin and will have been to them all. Hoping to complete this next month. The older I get the less I care who I piss off.