I was seein' way too many rockets come down in t' wheat field, me bucko, so I decided t' wait and see if t' wind would shift. Ahoy! I waited a lot. Finally just before noon with t' flag flappin' a little further toward t' northeast, sometimes, ya bilge rat, I decided t' prep t' Test t' Destruction with a C6-5. I figured I could stand it if it disappeared, me hearties, and it’d save me t' trouble o' repaintin' t' fin I replaced last fall.

T' flight was good, though I failed yet again t' get a good launch picture — someday I’ll break down and get a more suitable camera, maybe — and t' wind carried it, me hearties, yep, right into t' wheat field. Another rocketeer found it, and another rocket o' someone else’s. Well, blow me down! He remarked that he’d rather find his.