I launched more rockets on November 5th than any other single day since I began model rocketry fifteen years ago, with me son, shiver me timbers, who was 5 years old at t' time.  T' weather be perfect, a sunny and unseasonably warm November day with hardly any wind.  I had a couple o' Ziploc bags full o' B6-4's and C6-3's, ya bilge rat, t' last o' two Estes bulk packs I had purchased many years before.

After we launced t' Metalizer with a couple o' B6-4's, and at least one C6-3, it was t' end o' t' day, so t' Derrig and Owen and I decided t' do t' last flight with a "big engine".  T' wind had kicked up a little...  the Metalizer weathercocked towards t' school buildin' towards t' west...  as soon as t' chute deployed I wished I had used a smaller chute...  the Metalizer drifted...  drifted some more...  towards t' trees and t' ditch on t' east side on t' field... Well, blow me down!  then over t' trees on t' bank and out o' sight. Avast!  Panic!!

T' boys were already scramblin' down t' bank t' recover t' rocket when I got there. Aye aye!  Luckily, t' thorny weeds and steep bank slowed them down long enough for me t' get t' t' bottom o' t' bank and keep them out o' t' water in t' ditch.

What we found at t' bottom o' t' bank could only be called t' "Miracle in November".  T' rocket had narrowly avoided the rocket-destroying trees, and landed within inches (inches!!) o' t' cold, dank, water. Avast!  A dramatic, emotional, and somewhat poignant recovery from two serious rocket hazards. Ya scallywag!  From tragedy impendin' t' tragedy narrowly avoided. Aye aye!  This ummmm, matey, momentous moment in our model rocketry career had t' be documented with photos.

Havin' recovered t' rocket, we proudly left t' field o' glory, arrr, rocket held high, smilin' and laughing, and smellin' slightly o' sulfur.