Night time ski show in the early 90's. Tried a 10 off our show jump,
which was about a 50 foot table with flares on the tranny and the sides
of the landing. This was on 205 straight slaloms, which took a lot
of torque to start spinning. Right ski came off just as I left the
jump. Ski went whipping off to the right and almost decapitated this
guy who was spotting. I was already committed so I kept rotating to
10. Landed on one ski and one boot and tomahawked. I was knocked out
cold for a few seconds, and woke up and all my stuff was gone. This
was a true yard sale. My hat, goggles, skis, poles and spleen were
spread out over a 80 foot radius. Since this was a ski show, there
were tons of people watching and I had to get back to the snowmobiles
to get hauled back to the top of the hill for the next run; I put one ski on, grabbed as much of my gear as I could and started skiing down to
the flats with one ski on. There was a huge tent at the bottom where
they would throw corporate parties. It had a fence around it and
people would stand up against the fence and watch the show. The tent
was basically right at the bottom of the landing hill. The guy manning
the spot light waited for me to start skiing down on one ski, and then
thinking I was OK he turned the light off. I was completely blind
skiing down on one ski thinking that I was heading to a flat area, but
I was actually drifting off towards the tent. At the last second I see
the fence and this lady standing against it. Her eyes got huge when
she realized I was going to run right into her. I hit the control
fence right in front of her and it launched her back and through the
wall of the tent, and it was like she vaporized. I found out later
that she ended up flipping over the buffet table, but was uninjured. I
was alright too and with the help of some friends was able to go up
after the show and find the rest of my gear.
For that show we had pyrotechnic guys who would have mortar style
fireworks on the back of the jump. They tried to time it so they shot
the fireworks right after we took off. One of the guys hit the button
early one night. I was throwing a 180 spread 180 (Oldschool trick
sometimes called a bronco). At 180 in a spread, something hits me in
the ass. It felt like I got hit by a baseball. Landed the trick, and
realized what had happened. After the show, I take my suit off and
there is a huge burn mark on the butt of the suit and continuing up the
back. Went up to the pyro guy after the show intent on kicking his
ass. I asked him if he realized that he shot me in the ass. He said,
yeah, that was so cool wasn't it. Confused, I just walked away.
Bad Hansel!!! Too wordy!!!