Brief

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