That is kind of how it was done before the introduction of fiberglass poles in 1967.
If they tried jumping today’s heights with nothing but a patch of sand to land in, everyone’s first jump would be their last.
Fiberglass poles, nothing. They didn’t have a pit. Usually just some sand to land in. Ouch.
I was a pole vaulter in HS. We had great tans because we were the only ones crazy enough to do it, so we consistently skipped workouts and laid around in the pits. One day coach got mad and sent people over to try out so he could replace us. We tried to help them, but no dice. He gave up. We won him some meets. 13 ft was my personal best. Not fantastic, but I could have tried harder.
TFW someone you know personally is brought up in a forum for a completely unrelated reason.
(No, not Dr. Doom.)
You know the Biz?
I lived and worked in L.A. for a decade in the industry and Garrett and I were friends. We don’t talk much anymore, but there’s no dislike.