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, matey, and if you look at t' launch pics, arrr, you'll notice that t' pad is actually tilted into t' wind far more than would seem safe.  Or smart.  That said, me hearties, I wanted t' fly, shiver me timbers, 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, me hearties, 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, shiver me timbers, t' GGG passed back over t' flightline with several hundred feet t' spare, headin' for t' lake at t' north end o' t' VOA property.  I watched it descend, me hearties, landmarked t' spot, matey, and headed out on me recovery mission.  I looked forever on both sides o' t' water, shiver me timbers, 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, but no Guppy.  Just as I was about t' give up, two kids came up and asked if I be 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, me bucko, but had hit t' path and bounced t' t' water's edge with t' aft end sittin' in t' water.  T' E9 casin' was swollen in t' motor tube, ya bilge rat, and at first I thought it was goin' t' be stuck for eternity, arrr, but I was 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 be tough.