Flight

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

T' next flight be also on a B6-4, but at a local soccer complex near t' river that is ringed with trees. Begad! Again t' flight was high and straight, 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. Avast, me proud beauty! Ahoy! What I hadn't learned at that point was t' Wildfire's habit o' driftin' excessively after ejection. Well, blow me down! Ya scallywag! This time it cost me. Blimey! T' Wildfire drifted t' t' edge o' t' field and into t' clutches o' a tree, matey, shiver me timbers, me bucko, 20+ feet up. Aye aye! (T' same tree that ate Sam's new GI Joe on his first Bail Out flight.) It didn't look like it be goin' t' be a difficult retrieval, but I couldn't make it back t' t' field until t' next afternoon. Begad! By t' time I returned, shiver me timbers, it was gone. Arrr! Begad! (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. Arrr!  As t' third flight o' t' day comin' after t' only tragedy o' t' day, ya bilge rat, (a Quest Antari that did a "now you see it, 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. Aye aye!  It landed on t' lower field across t' rushin' waters o' CATO Creek. Well, blow me down!  As I be recoverin' it, 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. Arrr!  It be t' Antari.