"My 300th Skysurf" or "When Good Skysurfs Go Bad"

by Douva


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   There's an old joke in skydiving that goes, "What's the difference between a fairy tale and a skydiving story?  Fairy tales all start, 'Once upon a time,' but skydiving stories all start, 'No shit, there I was, thought I was going to die.'"  So here's my "No shit, there I was" story:

 

   It's the last training jump of the day.  Jason (my teammate) and I are working on ending the routine with some close-up head down stuff.  We've finished the routine, so I'm just geeking the camera and singing along with my MP3 player.  Suddenly the front tip of my board catches his burble (the vacuum of air behind a falling object), and I roll forward into a standing position.  As I do this, he catches my board's burble and falls onto my board.  He sticks out his hand to protect himself from hitting the board and accidentally snags the cutaway cable to my back foot binding.  And that, my friends, is where the fun began. 

 


If you look closely, you can see my right hand grabbing the board cutaway handle at the top of my right leg.

 

    Fortunately Betsy (my board) and I are both okay.  Betsy's accuracy was a little better than mine.  I was looking for her and landed in a field where I assumed she'd landed, and she actually made a soft landing at the edge of the drop zone landing area.  In fact, the only damage was to my skysurfing pants.  I had so much adrenaline pumping when I pulled the board cutaway handle that I pulled the rapid link right through the buttonhole the cable runs through and caused a small tear. 

 

    I realized this evening when I was logging my jumps that this was my 300th skysurf (my 921st skydive).  In 300 skysurfs, this is my first real board chop (not counting my second skysurf which was on a homemade board with improperly installed bindings that popped loose).  If you look closely at the frame grab below, you can just make out the snag in the lower left corner.  Obviously this wasn't Jason's fault; it was just one of those freak occurrences.  I think he and I both met our weekly adrenaline quota on this jump.

 


The snag