Graduates!

After nine days of intense training the 2013 Skydive Twin Cities Accelerated Free Fall Instructors course is DONE!  Five out of the six candidates are now qualified to throw innocent students out of perfectly good airplanes and see if they can catch them.  The last part of the course was my favorite because that’s when we give the candidates real life training situations complete with made up student personas.  The two I used this week were dead country singer John Denver and a rich Saudi prince named Mohammed.  We use the personas to challenge the candidate’s ability to train challenging students and not get distracted.  As evaluators we have a lot of fun trying to get the candidates to mess up.  While Mohammed was a complete jerk who wouldn’t pay attention to instructions or even bend down to pick up his parachute, John Denver was the complete opposite, getting easily distracted offering to sign autographs and pose for pictures when his instructors were trying to give him instructions on the next jump.  On the way to altitude I/John even led the plane in a rousing rendition of “Thank God I’m A Country boy”  The poor candidates trying to keep me focused were beside themselves.  But in the end, all but one managed to pass the course and have been released into the wild to teach falling and stuff.  Seeing that I taught four out of the five that passed how to skydive in the first place made me quite proud.

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Watching an Ejection

When someone hit the “mute” switch on my XO’s fighter…

A beautiful day in Key West. Florida. I’m part of a three-ship of bogies, fighting against a pair of FA-18s from the east coast training squadron. I’m in a TA-4J, a two-seat version of our subsonic, single engine adversary aircraft. My squadron XO is in the single-seat version, an A-4E. Our flight lead is a good friend in an F-16N – he has a radar, he gets us to the merge.
We’ve had two hacks, and are half way through the third, when I hear a “knock it off, I’m flaming out.” It’s the XO, and already he’s starting to lose altitude as the engine unwinds. It was a single engine aircraft, with the one (the only) engine driving the generator and no battery, so I know he’s already deployed the ram air turbine, or RAT. The RAT is a basically an electricity generating windmill, that deploys from the fuselage cheek into the windstream when a handle in the cockpit is pulled.
I ease power to idle and feather the speedbrakes to maintain position. We’re at around 15,000 feet, descending at about 2000-3000 feet per minute. We’ve got some time before 3000 feet (our minimum controlled ejection altitude in that aircraft) but not lots of time. I start going through the engine failure checklist from memory on the UHF radio to help him out – like me, he has it memorized. Unlike me, he’s about five or six checklist steps away from punching out of what had moments before been a perfectly suitable airplane. It’s going to hurt, physically. Pointed questions will be asked at the mishap review. One tends to get distracted. […]

More Oops

My good friend and fellow ferry Pete Zaccagnino was flying at Reno today training some rookie jet pilots when they clacked into each other.  Pete said that everyone did a fantastic job handling the emergency which resulted in no injuries except to the aircraft.
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Battered And Brused

Day four of the Accelerated Free Fall Instructors course and I’m beat.  As in beat up.  I’m covered in bruises from candidates trying to hang on to me on exit and then trying to catch me in free fall when I get away.  for the most part they are all doing well but even the best of them gets a little too aggressive and hits me kind of hard.  Not only does this hurt but it gets them an unsat on the dive making them do it again.  Up until now they have been doing classroom work and practice dive but today they go “Hot” which means every dive counts.  If they score too low or get too many unsats they fail the course costing them to have wasted a week of their time and about a thousand dollars so you can imagine pressure.  Seeing me limp around the house this morning moaning and groaning my wife told suggested that I take the day off and not jump today.  It’s an appealing thought but I’ve worked too hard on these kids to take a break now.