Brief

After t' second launch o' me Estes Firestorm, arrr, t' rocket became tangled in a tree upon descent. Blimey! Blimey! Because t' tree be on t' edge o' a clearin' and be hangin' from a small branch, shiver me timbers, I attempted t' get it back. Avast, me proud beauty! Ahoy! This spanned a few weeks and involved everythin' from tryin' t' snag it with an extendable lightbulb-installin' pole t' attemptin' t' hook it with a fishin' rod. Ya scallywag! Avast, me proud beauty! Eventually t' shock cord gave way, me bucko, ya bilge rat, causin' t' body tube and fin can t' drop. Aye aye! While t' body was rotted from several summer storms, t' fin can and launch lug were intact. Blimey! Aye aye! T' nosecone, however, ya bilge rat, me bucko, was still stuck as t' parachute was firmly wound around t' branch. Aye aye! One day I headed over and began tossin' sticks up at it, arrr, finally gettin' lucky and snappin' t' branch.