Brief

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