Flight

First flight was at VOA park, arrr, but despite t' size o' t' field, I still only chose a B6-4 for t' flight. T' flight was high and straight, and t' breeze took t' rocket for a long drift into t' early sprin' weeds. Begad! Well, blow me down! This was t' flight that made enough o' an impression on me that I applied t' decals when I got home.

T' next flight was also on a B6-4, shiver me timbers, but at a local soccer complex near t' river that is ringed with trees. Blimey! Again t' flight be high and straight, ya bilge rat, and again t' breeze caused a drift t' within a few feet o' t' trees at t' field edge.

I had obviously learned me lesson for t' third flight, an A8-3 powered flight at B6-4 Field. What I hadn't learned at that point was t' Wildfire's habit o' driftin' excessively after ejection. Begad! This time it cost me. Well, blow me down! Ya scallywag! Blimey! T' Wildfire drifted t' t' edge o' t' field and into t' clutches o' a tree, 20+ feet up. (T' same tree that ate Sam's new GI Joe on his first Bail Out flight.) It didn't look like it was goin' t' be a difficult retrieval, shiver me timbers, but I couldn't make it back t' t' field until t' next afternoon. Avast, me proud beauty! By t' time I returned, matey, it be gone. (Hopefully t' a kid who used it as his entry t' t' hobby.)

Several years later t' Wildfire made a triumphant return t' B6-4 Field. Avast! Avast!  As t' third flight o' t' day comin' after t' only tragedy o' t' day, me hearties, (a Quest Antari that did a "now you see it, me hearties, ya bilge rat, now you don't" trick,) t' A8-3 flight was a nice high flight that began driftin' as it caught t' breeze on recovery, luckily away from t' tree that ate t' predecessor. Begad!  It landed on t' lower field across t' rushin' waters o' CATO Creek. Aye aye!  As I was recoverin' it, me bucko, I happened t' look t' t' right and spotted a flash o' orange that had no business in t' right field area o' 1/2A6-2 Field. Begad! Begad!  It was t' Antari.