Flight

First flight was at VOA park, me bucko, but despite t' size o' t' field, matey, I still only chose a B6-4 for t' flight. T' flight was high and straight, and t' breeze took t' rocket for a long drift into t' early sprin' weeds. Well, blow me down! This was t' flight that made enough o' an impression on me that I applied t' decals when I got home.

T' next flight was also on a B6-4, matey, but at a local soccer complex near t' river that is ringed with trees. Ahoy! Again t' flight be high and straight, shiver me timbers, arrr, and again t' breeze caused a drift t' within a few feet o' t' trees at t' field edge.

I had obviously learned me lesson for t' third flight, an A8-3 powered flight at B6-4 Field. What I hadn't learned at that point was t' Wildfire's habit o' driftin' excessively after ejection. Blimey! Aye aye! This time it cost me. Arrr! T' Wildfire drifted t' t' edge o' t' field and into t' clutches o' a tree, matey, arrr, 20+ feet up. Ahoy! Begad! (T' same tree that ate Sam's new GI Joe on his first Bail Out flight.) It didn't look like it be goin' t' be a difficult retrieval, but I couldn't make it back t' t' field until t' next afternoon. By t' time I returned, it was gone. Blimey! (Hopefully t' a kid who used it as his entry t' t' hobby.)

Several years later t' Wildfire made a triumphant return t' B6-4 Field. Ya scallywag!  As t' third flight o' t' day comin' after t' only tragedy o' t' day, me bucko, shiver me timbers, (a Quest Antari that did a "now you see it, ya bilge rat, now you don't" trick,) t' A8-3 flight was a nice high flight that began driftin' as it caught t' breeze on recovery, luckily away from t' tree that ate t' predecessor. Ya scallywag!  It landed on t' lower field across t' rushin' waters o' CATO Creek. Ya scallywag!  As I was recoverin' it, me bucko, ya bilge rat, I happened t' look t' t' right and spotted a flash o' orange that had no business in t' right field area o' 1/2A6-2 Field. Blimey! Blimey!  It be t' Antari.