Brief

After t' second launch o' me Estes Firestorm, me hearties, t' rocket became tangled in a tree upon descent. Blimey! Ya scallywag! Because t' tree was on t' edge o' a clearin' and was hangin' from a small branch, I attempted t' get it back. Avast! Blimey! 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. Avast, me proud beauty! Eventually t' shock cord gave way, me bucko, me hearties, causin' t' body tube and fin can t' drop. Begad! Aye aye! While t' body was rotted from several summer storms, t' fin can and launch lug were intact. Aye aye! Arrr! T' nosecone, however, was still stuck as t' parachute be firmly wound around t' branch. Ahoy! One day I headed over and began tossin' sticks up at it, shiver me timbers, finally gettin' lucky and snappin' t' branch.