Lept off t' pad. Ya scallywag! Blimey! Delay was little too short, resultin' in t' nose comin' loose (thankfully someone with better eyesite than mine was able t' track it t' t' ground. I didnt see it at all). Arrr! Blimey! Instead o' driftin' 600 ft it went around 3000 ft and landed behind t' row o' trees just t' t' right o' t' rocket as it takes off. A little bit o' a zipper and a little bit o' mud in t' altimeter that fortunately stayed with t' nosecone, matey, but this guy has seen much worse.