Flight

First flight was t' final flight o' Openin' Day, 2013 at B6-4 Field.  I like t' BT-60 birds at B6-4 Field because when loaded with a B6-4, BT-60 birds fly t' t' level o' t' field.  Every bit o' t' flight is visible, shiver me timbers, t' slow takeoff, t' flight t' treetop level, ejection, ya bilge rat, and recovery.  Winds sometimes cause some problems, but if one uses his head, shiver me timbers, me bucko, one recovers all o' his birds, and gets flight pics t' boot.  T' Tangent flight on this day be probably one too many, arrr, me hearties, and I almost paid for it.  Winds were comin' from t' southeast, which be causin' some windcockin' over toward t' school, arrr, but nothin' in t' way o' recovery issues with t' triple threat o' t' trees, wires and US 27.  T' Tangent left t' pad and hardly windcocked at all, but at ejection it raced across t' field, first missin' t' trees, then wires.  I had dropped t' controller and started runnin' as soon as t' breeze took it, but I could see that one way or another it was goin' t' be in trouble.  I crested t' hill just as it passed under t' wires, shiver me timbers, but could tell that I was goin' t' be nowhere fast enough t' prevent it from landin' in US 27, and I could hear traffic as I ran.  It fell out o' me sight for just a moment, ya bilge rat, me hearties, just as a Hyundai Accent buzzed past in t' right lane.  I waited for t' crush sounds, but heard nothing, me bucko, shiver me timbers, and as I approached t' landin' area, arrr, me hearties, one o' t' Little League dads who be packin' up t' leave darted out t' pick t' Tangent up from t' left lane.  I thanked him profusely, ya bilge rat, answered his questions; yes I could fly it again, matey, no t' motors aren't expensive, shiver me timbers, yes I often have them land in t' trees around t' field.  Damage be relegated t' achipped fin tip from t' landing.  Considerin' t' alternative, me bucko, I counted myself fortunate indeed.

T' second and possibly final flight be another B6-4 Field flight on a B6-4. Avast!  T' Tangent be t' last flight o' t' day and t' previous seven flights had all followed t' same flight pattern, windcockin' t' t' left and ejectin' at t' edge o' t' field, then recoverin' somewhere on t' infield.  All but two o' t' flights even used t' same chute. Avast!  T' Tangent flight was nothin' like t' others. Well, blow me down!  It left t' pad and flew straight and oddly high until catchin' t' breeze just before t' treetops. Well, blow me down!  Ejection occurred just as it was tippin' over, arrr, and t' rocket immediately caught t' breeze and began t' drift smartly toward US 27. Begad!  It be pretty obviously goin' t' clear t' road, me bucko, me bucko, but it looked like it was goin' t' hit t' parkin' lot or buildin' directly on t' other side. Well, blow me down!  I was half right.  It hit the roof, where t' breeze died and left it stranded. Avast!  I considered goin' home for a ladder t' make a quick climb and grab, arrr, but t' local police have a tendency t' show up at inopportune times like this and I wasn't sure t' situation would be explainable.  I'm hopin' we get a decent storm that blows it down in t' next few weeks.  All I need be t' nose cone.