sfullerman

Wrote a story about Scott in the Scary stories from the ole days thread (about the time he backed into the 182 prop) http://www.dropzone.com/cgi-bin/forum/gforum.cgi?post=1684381#1684381 10-12 years ago, while getting ready for work one morning, Scott began feeling ill, layed down on the couch, and died. One evening my brother and I were at his house. Scott told us about the ordeal he had gone through to get his bird to quit cussing. The neighbors had complained...He would have the bird on the back porch with him, and the bird would (very loudly) start cussin a blue streak. Shortly after telling us the story , Scott made a run to the store. During the 15-20 minutes he was gone, me-n- my brother stood by the birds cage and cussed. When Scott walked back in the house the bird yelled "HEY Mother Fu**er!!" Scott was all like "damn, he's at it again" My brother and I joined him in being mystified as to the reason for the birds relapse.

Was that that mooch Cooper? Or Scott Fornby?

My brother Don knew a Jay Dufour down in Baton Rouge who owned/ managed a restaurant. He would call him up and order a "6-n-6" to go. Six crabs an a 6-pack....

Hey J....Steve from the FullerBrosInc here (wuz up?) Could be waaay off on this, but I seem to remember listening in on a conversation at Muskogee about how McGowen was the only photog on the load to come away with an official pic of the 100 way. First time #100 closed -everyone laid into their auto shutter thangs, and a couple seconds after taking grips #100 lost his grip. When he regained the grip and the formation hung on for official time, everyone but McGowen had emptied their cameras on the missed grip deal. Could be that's a "load"...but makes a good story...and it made the poster sized copy of McGowens pic that I had even more spe-cil

Back in '86, after my double malf wreck....a friend wrote in my logbook "the skydives may end, but the skydiver lives on". Always appreciated that sentiment. I live near an Air Force base. They have several vintage aircraft on display. In the few moments it takes to drive past the DC-3 or B-18, my heart will end up in my throat. My mind can hardly hold the flood of memories....kind'a hurts.....but it hurts so good!

Lake Murray - Ardmore, Ok.

In NW Louisiana a few years back, we were at the funeral of a skydive friend. It was an open casket service....Scotty walked to the front of the room, stepped past the Catholic Priest & the Baptist Pastor, and stood in front of the casket. Very emotionally he shared a couple of stories about his friend, and how much he would miss him. As he continued to speak, he got more & more worked up until finally he turned around, leaned over the casket and yelled at the brother laying there "YOU'D BETTER GET YOUR ASS TO HEAVEN G**DAMMIT!!" Then he turned and walked quietly away.

Thanks

Jude & Zac

Saw the Radiators 2oth anniversary show at the Dream Palace several years ago....there was still skydive stuff painted on the ceiling

Maybe...or then again it could be we're still around so long 'cause the training was 'different'. Twardo.....any truth to the rumor that, on your water jump you landed beside Jesus baptizing some folks?

Who's on first , I think which is in center....

Apparently my neighbors neither understand nor appreciate skydive tradition ...so I decided to come back inside and fire up another age old jump tradition, I got pied. well....actually I just ate some pie. I like pie!

[how do you break down the word "assume" again? With my track record this evening, is it safe to "assume" it would be best that I go back to playing solitaire and leave this to folks who dont get caught yappin back at year and a half old conversations? Saaay, this is slightly off topic....but my next post will be my 100th on here....in true skydive fashion, am I sposed to post nekkid? (just in case, I'd better grab a laptop an head out to the front yard)

Naaaw, right next door though. Louisiana

Awwwww Sheeeeeeit Gonzo. I've laughed so many times at people on here responding to a 2-3 year old post......crack! Now I gotta laugh at my own dumb @$$. (back to lurking)

Jim...Walt....how have you two fellers not met before now? I met you both last year at Skyfest, within fifteen minutes of each other! The week before the boogie I posted on here asking any dz.comers that saw an ole fat dewd with a ponytail and tye dye on, to introduce themselves. The folks I was there with were all up on a load, and I was just standing around with my thumbs up my butt when I hear someone say "hey Steve'wuz up?" turned around and figured it had to be the infamous Twardo..and it wuz!! I've said before on here, I was touched and very appreciative that Jim took time out of a busy jump day to sit down and jaw with an ole ground bound dude such as myself. And when he overheard me talking to one of the SkyFest staff and being told they were out of the largest size of t-shirts, he went to his gear bag and swapped me the one he had. Twardo's not big enough to need the largest t-shirt....I think he was taking it home to make a tent for his boys! On my way out to the car to put the t-shirt away, another voice behind me says "hey, do you post on dz.com?" Turned around and it was the Walt-miester. We got to talk for a few minutes, and just like Jim did, Walt introduced me to some other well known.com'ers. It was so cool to meet folks who were responsible for some of the most butt clinching scary, and side splittingly funny stories I've ever read. Would have loved to have been there today, was prolly like watching Will Rogers and Lenny Bruce meet up

"Did we give up when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?" "You trusted us , you F***ed up!"

Kevin, when you get to that point, click on the "Headache" design. It's got the skydive designs archived in there.

My wife and I lost our home to a fire about a year and a half ago. Worst part was our little cat bud Garcia (10 years old) died in the house. Four months later, we moved into a new home and these fellas (Zac & Jude) moved in the same day. Brothers from a litter at the local shelter. While sitting in the lobby waiting for the paperwork to go through, each of us was holding one of the little dewds. The one I had looked up at me, leaned over and bumped his nose with mine. I told him "save it bro, you got the gig"

Jump #28 1982 Mardi Gras Boogie Covington ,LA Out of Mr Douglas. Got on the plane with a 4-way, started talking to another 4-way group...half way up it turned into a 8way

Wellll....that explains why my shoe was all tye-dye stained after that incident!

I knew I'd get called on that bro Twardo! Yeah, it's sad when a XXL shirt is the little one huh? Everytime I wear that shirt I think about'cha. I made up the $5 turd thing cause I didn't want to mess up your rep by telling people how you graciously gave up the last "big boy" Skyfest t-shirt, so I could have one.....or how you took time out of a very busy jump day to sit and visit with a non jumpin out o towner. But just so you don't think Twardo's a really nice feller and try to take advantage of him....my wallet came up missing after we talked, and I'm pretty sure he was responsible for the flaming bag o poo in front of my tent door. (that oughta fix it Jim)

Hey thanks guys! Aww crack! Now I've done it. Got all post whorey with two in one day, and I'm sweat'in out the thread kill'n thing again. I dont spose I could get you fellers to.....naww, never mind. I'll just enjoy the sound of crickets.

Sooooo, I waited till there were over a couple hundred responses before logging in and saying "hey"...that way I figure y'all wont be as pissed when I kill the thread (as I seem to have a talent for doing). Met a few dz.com'ers at SkyFest last year, and they were all very friendly...for $5 Twardo offered to show me where Walt got his bathtub turd from. Something told me to decline...I'm pretty sure I dodged a bullet