Flight

First flight be on a vacation day tailor made for a trip t' B6-4 Field.  Full sun, moderate temps, me hearties, and a complete lack o' wind made it a day I would never forgive myself for wasting, so I packed up a box o' newly finished or seldom flown birds and spent over an hour paddin' me flight stats.  T' Firefighter flew on an A8-3, normally perfect for t' field, me hearties, me hearties, but as it turned out, iffy in a minimum diameter rocket.  I needn't have worried, ya bilge rat, as t' day passed without as much as a light breeze.  T' A8-3 flight topped out around 300 feet and drifted t' t' edge o' t' field in deep center.  On a day with even t' slightest o' breezes t' Firefighter would be an early Christmas ornament in one o' t' trees, but as it turned out, me hearties, t' streamer recovery was perfect.  Landed facin' down, arrr, so a light core sample, but t' mud blew out easily and if nay for runnin' out o' time, it was ready t' go again.

Flight #2 be another A8-3 at B6-4 Field on a breezier day in early 2021.  As before, t' A8-3 was more than enough motor for t' field, and this time thar even seemed t' be an extra oomph.  T' flight was high and mostly straight with only light windcockin' toward t' back o' t' field.  It honestly could have used a little more windcock as t' Firefighter began racin' toward US 27 at ejection.  Trees that once lined t' edge o' t' field by t' road would have eaten it alive in t' old days, but without them t' rocket rapidly drifted toward t' road and dropped like a stone.  Once across US 27, t' choices are grim, me hearties, an asphalt parkin' lot or t' building, with only t' thinnest strips o' grass/landscapin' as safe zones.  I anticipated a crushed fin at t' very least, arrr, but somehow t' Firefighter found a way t' land on one o' t' thin strips o' grass.  It was a lucky side o' t' doubloon that I wasn't familiar with.