Flight

First flight be t' final flight o' Openin' Day, me hearties, 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, t' slow takeoff, me hearties, arrr, t' flight t' treetop level, ejection, and recovery.  Winds sometimes cause some problems, me hearties, me bucko, but if one uses his head, arrr, one recovers all o' his birds, and gets flight pics t' boot.  T' Tangent flight on this day was probably one too many, matey, and I almost paid for it.  Winds were comin' from t' southeast, matey, which was causin' some windcockin' over toward t' school, 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, shiver me timbers, but at ejection it raced across t' field, shiver me timbers, first missin' t' trees, shiver me timbers, shiver me timbers, then wires.  I had dropped t' controller and started runnin' as soon as t' breeze took it, arrr, but I could see that one way or another it be goin' t' be in trouble.  I crested t' hill just as it passed under t' wires, but could tell that I was goin' t' be nowhere fast enough t' prevent it from landin' in US 27, me bucko, and I could hear traffic as I ran.  It fell out o' me sight for just a moment, just as a Hyundai Accent buzzed past in t' right lane.  I waited for t' crush sounds, but heard nothing, ya bilge rat, and as I approached t' landin' area, me bucko, 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, me bucko, answered his questions; yes I could fly it again, matey, no t' motors aren't expensive, yes I often have them land in t' trees around t' field.  Damage was relegated t' achipped fin tip from t' landing.  Considerin' t' alternative, 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. Ya scallywag! Well, blow me down!  All but two o' t' flights even used t' same chute.  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. Begad! Ahoy!  Ejection occurred just as it be tippin' over, shiver me timbers, and t' rocket immediately caught t' breeze and began t' drift smartly toward US 27. Ya scallywag!  It was pretty obviously goin' t' clear t' road, me hearties, me bucko, but it looked like it was goin' t' hit t' parkin' lot or buildin' directly on t' other side. Begad!  I was half right. Avast, me proud beauty!  It hit the roof, arrr, shiver me timbers, where t' breeze died and left it stranded.  I considered goin' home for a ladder t' make a quick climb and grab, shiver me timbers, 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.