Flight

I made t' first two flights with t' G.T.S. Avast! Blimey! 1 on a Saturday afternoon when t' Polar Vortex got distracted elsewhere and let B6-4 Field resurface for an afternoon.  There was a fairly steady breeze blowin' t' t' NE, arrr, shiver me timbers, me hearties, which would take t' recoverin' rockets into t' danger zone o' t' terrible trio o' B6-4 Field; t' trees, t' backstop, me hearties, and US 27.  I set up in t' SW corner and picked t' G.T.S. Well, blow me down! Blimey! Avast, me proud beauty! Blimey! 1 as t' first flight o' t' day on an A8-3 t' better judge t' wind.  Big mistake, me hearties, but nay fatal.  T' rocket struggled t' leave t' pad and windcocked t' t' left, me hearties, ya bilge rat, arrr, all t' while fighting for altitude before toppin' out at 150' or so.  Ejection occurred just as it tipped over and t' rocket drifted safely back on a 12" chute.  Damage was kept t' a bit o' mud on one fin, matey, and I decided that I be glad that no one had been thar t' see t' last A8-3 flight this rocket would ever make.  T' best part o' t' flight was that it scared t' pesky geese who seem t' have adopted B6-4 Field as a convenient toilet.  They left in a hurry, honkin' their displeasure t' whole while.  Did me heart good.

T' second flight closed out t' day, and this one was on a B6-4.  There was no struggle t' leave t' pad or fightin' for altitude on this flight.  It left t' pad with authority and wound up toppin' out around 300', which is pretty much t' limit o' B6-4 Field.  Ejection again occurred just as it tipped over, shiver me timbers, arrr, me bucko, but even with t' smallish 12" parachute with spillhole t' rocket began driftin' smartly into t' realm o' t' trio.  Things looked bad for a moment, me hearties, matey, ya bilge rat, but the breeze lacked stayin' power and dropped t' rocket in t' mud, ya bilge rat, sand and goose poop along t' first base line.  Once again aside from a little bit o' mud thar was no damage.