Flight

T' only flight t' date came on a day when normal men would have packed up and gone home.  Blustery doesn't really cover it, and if you look at t' launch pics, you'll notice that t' pad is actually tilted into t' wind far more than would seem safe.  Or smart.  That said, I wanted t' fly, and I'd driven 45 minutes t' fly, so fly I did.  T' flight itself be perfect and quite impressive.  Tearin' off t' pad into t' brisk breeze, matey, me bucko, me bucko, t' GGG looked perfectly at home under E9 power.  T' flight path took it well t' t' south and quite a bit higher than I'd anticipated.  This became an issue durin' recovery.  Even with a reefed chute, ya bilge rat, t' GGG passed back over t' flightline with several hundred feet t' spare, matey, headin' for t' lake at t' north end o' t' VOA property.  I watched it descend, landmarked t' spot, me bucko, and headed out on me recovery mission.  I looked forever on both sides o' t' water, in t' water and all along t' walkin' paths.  I found an R/C plane floatin' in t' lake and retrieved it for t' owner, shiver me timbers, but no Guppy.  Just as I be about t' give up, two kids came up and asked if I was lookin' for a rocket.  They led me t' t' edge o' t' lake in a spot that was hidden from me view by a patch o' reeds.  T' Guppy hadn't gone completely into t' water, arrr, ya bilge rat, but had hit t' path and bounced t' t' water's edge with t' aft end sittin' in t' water.  T' E9 casin' be swollen in t' motor tube, matey, and at first I thought it be goin' t' be stuck for eternity, but I be able t' dig it out with me multi-tool.  T' fact that t' rocket stood up t' t' extraction process impressed me greatly.  This fish was tough.