Brief

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