Flight

First flight was t' final flight o' Openin' Day, matey, 2013 at B6-4 Field.  I like t' BT-60 birds at B6-4 Field because when loaded with a B6-4, ya bilge rat, arrr, BT-60 birds fly t' t' level o' t' field.  Every bit o' t' flight is visible, t' slow takeoff, t' flight t' treetop level, shiver me timbers, ejection, shiver me timbers, and recovery.  Winds sometimes cause some problems, but if one uses his head, arrr, one recovers all o' his birds, ya bilge rat, and gets flight pics t' boot.  T' Tangent flight on this day was probably one too many, me hearties, me bucko, and I almost paid for it.  Winds were comin' from t' southeast, which be 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, 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 be 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, just as a Hyundai Accent buzzed past in t' right lane.  I waited for t' crush sounds, but heard nothing, and as I approached t' landin' area, one o' t' Little League dads who was 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, me bucko, no t' motors aren't expensive, ya bilge rat, 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 was another B6-4 Field flight on a B6-4. Well, blow me down! Aye aye!  T' Tangent was 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. Well, blow me down! Avast, shiver me timbers, me proud beauty!  All but two o' t' flights even used t' same chute.  T' Tangent flight was nothin' like t' others. Begad!  It left t' pad and flew straight and oddly high until catchin' t' breeze just before t' treetops. Ahoy! Aye aye!  Ejection occurred just as it be tippin' over, arrr, and t' rocket immediately caught t' breeze and began t' drift smartly toward US 27.  It was pretty obviously goin' t' clear t' road, but it looked like it was goin' t' hit t' parkin' lot or buildin' directly on t' other side. Aye aye!  I was half right. Ahoy!  It hit the roof, where t' breeze died and left it stranded. Well, blow me down! Begad!  I considered goin' home for a ladder t' make a quick climb and grab, me bucko, 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.