The stories of how navel Aviators get their call signs are usually pretty damn entertaining and the story of how OldAFSarg’s daughter got her’s is no exception.
Head on over to Chant du D’epart and read The Story Of Lush.
Trusting the LSO
By lex, on July 8th, 2004
Not much time to post this weekend, too busy playing human yo-yo.
By lex, on August 29th, 2004
One of my instructors checking out the landing site on a demonstration jump last summer in Minneapolis. The landing area is the outfield section of the baseball field in the lower left. Tight demos always get my heart pounding because coming up short or overshooting usually means hitting something, or someone, you really don’t want […]
The professional weather guessers employed by our friends at the US government told us that there was no hope that we would be skydiving this weekend. Rain, wind and low clouds would keep the planes and jumpers grounded, no hope, go home and see a movie or something. So of course we managed to fly […]
This is an exit shot of a formation load I flew at Skydive Twin Cities two years ago. The planes were PAC 750s, a single engine turbine jump ship that is my favorite ride when flying skydivers because it descends like falling safe and has a stick instead of a yoke, and who doesn’t like […]