Re: [base570] Fatality - Idaho
base570 wrote:
robinheid wrote:
Rauk wrote:
To be fair, I watched your canopy fold in half while you aggressively sunk it over the hill, live and in person. From the bottom. After I had jumped in the same conditions, right before you. I also helped pull you off said hill. You're welcome
To be fair, you saw no such thing.
It was because
one brake line was still stowed that it may have appeared to you that I "aggressively sunk it over the hill" but that was in fact not the case.
I remember it all very clearly because I didn't hit my head and was not stunned or concussed from the impact. I can give you a second-by-second playback of the whole jump and list each and every mistake in judgment and execution that I made.
Also to be fair, while you thought you saw me aggressively sink my canopy over the hill, one of the first people to me saw it the way it actually happened: "Dude," he said when he reached me, "that little rotor off the hill got you" -- and he was a guy who, like you, saw it live and in person.
So enough with that, okay?
One thing I cannot do, however, is properly thank each and every one of you individually who took care of me afterward. I do apologize for this, but until I just read this post I did not know that you were among those stellar rescuers -- and you were all stellar.
I know Gardner was there because I knew him and he did most of the talking with me, but I also know that the manner in which you and the others put me on the board and then humped me down that gnarly hill was stellar almost beyond description. I mean, that was a nasty little hilltop and not one of you bobbled or slipped or miscued even for an eyeblink in getting me down to the tracks, and you all followed the EMT's instructions like you were all EMTs yourself. I have no doubt that it is due in some part to what you and the others did that made it possible for me to recover close to 100 percent. You were really that good.
And I've said so before in this forum, though not to you in particular because, like I say, I did not know until just now that you were among my angels that day.
So thank you, sir, for your caring and concern and professionalism in helping me get off that hill and into an ambulance in quick order and without further damage... you rauk, dude!
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I was also there that day, standing right next to you on exit, and as soon as that canopy came out everyone was like WTF. You can try to explain things away and tell Rauk he didn't see what he saw but the bottom line is you are an idiot for jumping that canopy in such an unforgiving place. You are an idiot for not releasing one toggle and then trying to fly over that hill with a canopy that didn't belong there. You act like you know what you are talking and give your advice freely on here but then this is the real world example you offer?
You're damn right you should be thanking those people that helped you. You should also learn something from them as well and the next time your fellow jumper is injured, instead of complaining about how it was cutting into your jumping plans and refusing to lift a finger to help, you actually pitch in.
My my
my, don't we have our tightie-whities in a wad...
Maybe
you should try some stand-up at the local comedy club; surely you'd be better at it than you are at zinging me.
First off, thanks for the news flash about me being an idiot on my Royal Gorge jump in 2004, something I have owned and acknowledged and talked about several times on this forum in varying degrees of detail for.... ten years. So you're a little late to the Robin-was-an-idiot party... I guess you've been so busy working on that movie that you didn't notice.
Now let me address the allusion and insinuation you made about an even older jump, to wit:
In reply to:
You're damn right you should be thanking those people that helped you. You should also learn something from them as well and the next time your fellow jumper is injured, instead of complaining about how it was cutting into your jumping plans and refusing to lift a finger to help, you actually pitch in.
For those of you unfamiliar with this arcane reference, it was about a jump that happened on 29NOV03 during that year's Moab Turkey Boogie. The jump itself was "off-site," closer to Green River; IIRC, it was a 180, wall contact, open parachute slid down the wall, jumper landed hard in the talus, suffering serious facial and leg injuries.
I had landed a few minutes earlier and was already at one of only two or three packing mats set out in the dirt for the more than one dozen jumpers. I went back to the wall, where several people were already tending to the jumper, including Jimmy P. who, IIRC was an already-trained first-responder. They had everything already in hand except one important thing: his car keys.
I had driven to the site with this jumper in his rental car along with a younger jumper, and in post-crash scenes such as this, it's often easy to lose track of things like that.
So I had Jimmy & Co. ask him where the keys were (IIRC they were in one pocket), I secured the keys, and then I went back to the packing area for two reasons:
1) As anyone who routinely deals with emergency injuries knows, the only thing worse than not having enough people around to help is having too many people around to "help." So many times, people feel powerless in the face of the injury, so they hang around -- and get in the way. In this case, Jimmy & Co. had plenty of hands on deck to take care of immediate business, plus I asked them if they needed me to do anything else and they said no.
2) People were there to jump and a fair number of us had, and after we policed up the injured jumper and sent him on his way (an ambulance was already inbound), they were going to want to pack up so they could jump again. So, I took the opportunity to make use of the unused packing mat so that it would be clear for others later on.
When I finished packing, I went back to the crash site to get the injured jumper's gear. Again, having been in these situations many times, including a few times for my own misadventures and several times for non-jump car crashes, assault, and so forth) the gear and other personal effects of the injured party often get misplaced or lost or at least lost track of in all the hubbub.
Sure enough, there was his gear, so I gathered it up and put it in the rental car. It was during this part of the post-crash time frame that I came across this young woman who was very rattled by the whole thing and crying and such. I didn't know who she was but I tried to comfort her with an arm around the shoulder and a black death joke about how he had some leg injuries and mashed up his face some but that was okay because he was a dude and he was old so the scars would be cool.
Then I went back to the packing area and some of the other people were starting to gather there as the crash site situation stabilized and the next thing I know there is that girl again but this time she is with some guy I never saw before, and whose name still escapes me, who is madder than a hornet and wanting to fight me because my black death joke freaked out his whuffo squeeze. His conduct was utterly inappropriate and ridiculous and even though I kept retreating, the dude kept coming because he really seemed set on wanting to fight -- and the ambulance hadn't even showed up yet.
Jimmy P. was shocked by the whole thing but ably stepped in and defused it to the point that dude broke off the attack and began attending to his whuffo squeeze again.
The ambulance and several sheriff's deputies soon showed up and we sent the injured jumper off. By then it was getting late and Jimmy decided it was time to call it a day at that site and for further organized activities.
Jimmy and I discussed the jumper's gear and rental car and we decided that I would drive the car back to their place in Moab, and then he and Marta would take care of everything from there.
In the meantime, the accident turned out to be a blow for a young Brazilian named Leo, because he had come from Brazil to make his first cliff jump and IIRC he had to leave the next morning. So a jumper named Dan from Fort Carson CO asked if I would go with them to Tombstone and kinda keep an eye on them -- plus, I had a car, and because I'd packed earlier, I was able to... pitch in.
So off we went to Tombstone. We arrived at the launch point before sunset, and the weather was perfect and Leo was able to make his first cliff jump and end his trip on a great note. Here are my logbook entries for that day:
When we finished jumping and I took the other guys to their rooms, I left the injured jumper's rental car and gear at Jimmy and Marta's place and we notified his wife that everything was secure and under control.
Key takeaways:
-- DO take action based on the situation purpose mood of the moment when someone is injured or killed on a BASE jump (or in any emergency where there is injury). In this case, the jumper's physical needs were under control, so I took care of his stuff and made it easier for the other jumpers to get back in the game after the emergency was over.
-- DO NOT bring whuffo chicks to BASE jumps unless they are properly briefed
and sufficiently bad-ass to handle an injury-fatality situation.
-- DO NOT be stupid when you don't even know what you don't know. See the current thread about the Brento fatality (young Russian woman) for another example of somebody being stupid when they didn't know what they didn't know and made a bad situation worse.
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