Way to go buddy! Good to see that some things never change.
Many months ago you when you jumped at 5 in the afternoon in braod daylight the cops came a blazing.
Then the P-Towers in daylight.
Could you roast sites any hotter?
If you don't get a little more respect for sites a little tar and feather could be coming your way, and this is no joke.
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As we get out of the van and run to the fence in order to drop down onto the catwalk a second time, we have the uneasy feeling of having been watched by a passing vehicle. This could mean trouble, but we're already down here and Chris, who stayed, is excited and ready for another session. We gear up again, everything seems easier and more relaxed the second time around. As I get ready to jump the second time my nerves are a lot calmer. I exit and actually enjoy the fall. I hear the velcro peel on my rig, notice the tuck and finally watch the canopy inflate, straight, right on heading. I again land perfectly and jonas anounces that he's captured everything on tape. Awesome.
JJ has climbed down a ladder to yet a lower exitpoint and as we wave to him that we're ready to tape, he lifts his arms and performs a double gainer, (two backloops) before deploying his canopy comming out of the second turn. He lands and is worried.
"Dude, there is a white truck parked over there by the road. I don't know man, I hope it's not the cops." We quickly stash his chute into the hideabag and debate what to do. We decide on having Jonas walk back to the van since he has no gear and drive up to the top of the bridge where we will meet him. JJ and I grab our stuff and start climbing the steep hill, this time on the other side of the river. Half way up we rest, exhausted from the climb we sit down and contemplate our options.
"Don't worry" I say, "Even if it is the cops, they got nothing on us. We never jumped, no big deal."
"No dude, they're not stupid. They'll see our gear. They can take it and take us to jail. They don't ##### around."
I am not worried, but only because of inexperience. While we're still arguing, a sharp official sounding voice adresses us from the trail. A sherrif is down there, Jonas is with him, handcuffed. The sheriff threatens to call the dogs on us and informs us that a helicopter is on it's way should we refuse to cooperate. Left without an option we comply and on the trail the overweight official searches us and reads us a million charges. Unfortunatly he has mobilized the entire sheriffsdepartement that morning and so there are 7 units waiting, including two parkrangers, a K9 unit and sure enough, a helicopter. Now I am impressed. All that for us? They must be really bored.
The cops are actually pretty friendly and quite impressed. I can almost read respect in their faces, especially after they watch our jumps on video. But since Fatty has called Tom Dick and Harry out, there is no solving this matter quietly. Our gear is being confiscated and we are ordered to appear in court on a later date. We could have gotten arrested but for some reason they let us off easy.
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