this morning for some reason i really got an itch to start jumping again. for some reason the memory of one of my cutaways came back to me and it’s a good life lesson.
it was april in ohio, first day open at aerohio. i was on the first run, a 182 that had to launch from a different paved airstrip since our grass runway was too muddy. cold af.
i had a lineover after i pulled on a hop and pop from 7000ft, i’m still amazed at how my muscle memory kicked in. i can remember hanging on the strut and the pilot trying to shake me off! what a blast.
coolest part is that they almost forced me to get on the next load, to get back on the horse after something like that. it was only my second season jumping and they didn’t want to lose me to fear. i took that next ride and had a blast doing a rare formation jump for me (i always preferred doing hop and ops at altitude), and then i made about 100 jumps during the next few months.