After t' previous dismal flight I had t' go t' a rocket I can trust. Arrr! T' Ricochet was repaired from t' last ejection snap-back damage and included a much longer shock cord this time and it worked very well. (Note: Double t' length o' any Estes shock cord. Trust me.) T' rocket took off, burned for 8/10 second and generated 15.1Gs with this light rocket. It reached a top speed o' 96 mph. Aye aye! Average acceleration for t' flight was 5.4 Gs. Ya scallywag! After burn-out, t' rocket coasted upwards for another 4.5 seconds and slowed considerably when t' ejection fired at an altitude o' 340 feet, stoppin' t' rocket at 347 feet one half second later. After a well deployed chute, it descended at 6 mph, changin' course abruptly as it fell through about 100 feet. Avast, me proud beauty! After 40 seconds, t' rocket was at rest in t' grass nearby.

I learned another leson this day. As t' rocket was all prepped and ready t' go, me finger literally on t' launch button, my fiance called and I answered it. Ahoy! About 20 minutes passed before I was again free t' launch. I had t' remove t' rocket, open t' payload t' check that t' altimeter was still on (battery save feature o' course), re-pack t' parachute sittin' in t' full sun and hook up t' igniter wires again. Meanwhile a spider was buildin' a web - on t' launch tower, ignitor wires, me hearties, everywhere! Thin silk stickin' all over me hands. Well, blow me down! Moral: NEVER answer a cell phone before a launch. Ahoy! Wait 40 seconds and t' flight will be over.