I did 3 static line jumps when in university back in the early 80’s. The first part of the training was reassuring us how safe the equipment was. They told us things like “each metal bit can hold X tons, each cord can hold Y tons, nearly impossible to foul, etc” They emphasized that everything was safe, safe, safe. Then we went out to the field where we would be landing. They then told us, “there’s trees over there you don’t want to land in, water over there, power lines over there, and if you land in that farmer’s field he’ll shoot at you”.
We then did some practice landings by jumping off a platform about 3 feet high to learn how to land and roll. I think we then hung in a harness from a bar to learn how the steering toggles worked.
The plane was a bit scary to look at. The wings and fuselage had different color schemes, they told us it was put together from 2 planes that had been tossed around in a tornado. There just one seat for the pilot. The instrument panel had lots of holes where instruments should have been.
There were 3 students and one jump master. When we got to 3000 feet he threw out a streamer to make a last minute check of the wind. Then the process was sit in the door and grab the wing strut. Put you feet on the step above the wheel. Stand up, and shuffle your hands further along the strut. Hand your right foot off into space. Then when the jump master says ‘go’ simple let go and start counting. The static line would open the main by the count of three. If it hadn’t then you had to open the emergency one yourself.
After the main was open look for your marker on the ground. There was a big arrow on a pivot. A jump master on the ground would spin it to tell you which direction to face. So if you just keep pointing the same way as the arrow you’ll land in the right place. It was a very peaceful float down.
Since this was over 30 years ago these were big round parachutes, not the fancy rectangular ones around today. They came in two sizes, medium and large. How much you weighed determined which you’d get. I was right on the border between medium and large. They gave me a medium since those were easier to repack which means I descended faster than the lighter folks. I landed with a pretty heavy bump but didn’t injure anything. I did another jump a couple weeks later. If I’d done 5 to the instructors satisfaction I would advance to free fall training.
It was an expensive hobby for a student so gave it a break for a year or two before going back to do another. They’d updated the equipment some so I did the basic training over again. I got into the harness and squirmed into the back of the plane. Somewhere between squirming in, and scooting back to the door one leg strap shifted and settled over my left testicle. The exit went just the same as before, but once the chute opened half my body weight was squishing my left nut. :eek: Squirming around to free it was just more :eek: :eek:. The instructor was impressed with how close I hit the target so invited me to join the university team, but I’d decided more skydiving wasn’t for me.