Brief

After t' second launch o' me Estes Firestorm, t' rocket became tangled in a tree upon descent. Well, blow me down! Because t' tree was on t' edge o' a clearin' and was hangin' from a small branch, I attempted t' get it back. Ahoy! 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! Well, me hearties, blow me down! Eventually t' shock cord gave way, matey, causin' t' body tube and fin can t' drop. Begad! While t' body be rotted from several summer storms, me bucko, arrr, t' fin can and launch lug were intact. T' nosecone, however, was still stuck as t' parachute was firmly wound around t' branch. Avast, matey, me proud beauty! One day I headed over and began tossin' sticks up at it, finally gettin' lucky and snappin' t' branch.