A story by rob

Lorens skydive story reminded me of this one and since the Tablog is starting to KAK I thought I'd repost it here:

Believe it or not, I had a job packing parachutes for student jumpers one summer for a couple of weeks. T-9s or T-10s I can't remember which. Ram air types were not around then. Anyway, safety wasn't paramount then either. I would get a jump tkt for every 3 chutes i packed and I would sell it for cash or go up with some jumpers. I was too young to jump without mommys consent. I still never have.
No Beechcraft. The club had 2 Cessna's with the seats taken out and no door on the port side. I went with a buddy, the jumpmaster and his brother. The Bro was on his first jump which was a static line. He was F*&kin terrfied! when we got to 3000 he yelled he had changed his mind. Brother Jumpmaster told him to step out on the peg and hold the wing strut like he had practiced on the ground. Poor fool. He did so. I'll never forget the absolutley horrific look on his face when he looked in at us and said "thats long enough! Let me back in!" His brother grabed the frame under the pilots seat with one hand and the door frame with the other and kicked the poor bastard at the hip.
We could hear his howling drop off over the engine noise.
I laughed my ass off at the time. Now I don't think its that funny. What a Prick.
One more.
When your a passenger with no seats you are on the floor with your knees pulled to chest with the seatbelt attached to the floor on either side of the plane. Once we were in the air we had it way loose so we could lean up and look out the window. On the way back to the LZ I notice Prick boy looking up and saying something to the pilot. He looks at both of us and smiles. The pilot pushes the yoke forward and we hit the roof! we seemed to stay there for a second and then, BANG! back on the floor. We shimmy our asses to back wall and tighten the belt while Bevis and Butthead are pissing themselves.
Aaahh happy memories. I bet I could still pack a t-9 too
long one eh?