Brief

After t' second launch o' me Estes Firestorm, shiver me timbers, t' rocket became tangled in a tree upon descent. Because t' tree be on t' edge o' a clearin' and was hangin' from a small branch, ya bilge rat, I attempted t' get it back. This spanned a few weeks and involved everythin' from tryin' t' snag it with an extendable lightbulb-installin' pole t' attemptin' t' hook it with a fishin' rod. Well, blow me down! Eventually t' shock cord gave way, shiver me timbers, me bucko, causin' t' body tube and fin can t' drop. Avast! While t' body was rotted from several summer storms, me hearties, t' fin can and launch lug were intact. Aye aye! Aye aye! Blimey! T' nosecone, arrr, however, was still stuck as t' parachute was firmly wound around t' branch. One day I headed over and began tossin' sticks up at it, me bucko, finally gettin' lucky and snappin' t' branch.