Brief

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