Brief

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