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It was the Halloween boogie 1999 at Skydive Greene County in Xenia, OH. We were jumping a CASA 212' which at the time was the largest jump ship in the US. It was Sunday morning, first load of the day and I was sitting up by the cockpit. The previous night was filled by a party and a ton of beer.
At about 9000 feet my bowels started rumbling, at 10k I released. All 30 people on the plane started gagging. The pilots opened the rear door to air out the cabin. As any pilot will tell you, a fart at altitude is a dangerous thing.
The Drop Zone Owner warned us that if he catches the culprit, that person would receive a permanent ban from the DZ.
I was suspected, as were a couple of people that had been sitting near me, as that part of the plane is where the smell was most intense. But no one fessed up.
I jumped there for another 7 years.