meowmixdelivers
Junior Member
Hi. You may know me from the thread titled "My First Crash".
I am not feeling very smart. After my crash with a baby tree, I decided to go flying in a field edged with some 100 year old oak trees. Bad idea.
Look at it. It can't understand why I won't bring it down.
It's jammed between some branches 25 or 30 feet up. Tree is not climbable. Some really nice strong people took time out of their day to help me throw stuff at it. I really do appreciate that. I got the control board and receiver back Good thing I used adhesives to fasten them instead of screws.
But the bulk of it is still up there. Beeping helplessly. I felt so worthless, confined to 6 feet of altitude, looking up at it. Its shattered props lay below my feet. I don't know if I can sleep knowing it's up there. Beeping.
I live on a college campus, so I guess come Monday there might be some facilities employees who can help me out. Blegh. I am debating walking to walmart in the dark to buy twine and some weights or something. Maybe the police officers will shoot off the arm that is wedged between branches.
I feel so bad. My baby deserves someone who can fly it right. If I ever get it out of the tree, I will treat it to a nice pretty paint job. And give it a name. I've been trying to think of one. Maybe Tree Slayer. I hope it doesn't rain. Do motors rust?
Maybe one day we'll remember this ordeal and think of how far I've come as a pilot. I hope that day comes.
Here is a picture of all I have left:
Keep us in mind next time you think about flying recklessly near coptergobblers.
EDIT:
Here is the last picture I have of him. We had just flown together and he was glowing with happiness. I don't know what to do without him.
I am not feeling very smart. After my crash with a baby tree, I decided to go flying in a field edged with some 100 year old oak trees. Bad idea.
Look at it. It can't understand why I won't bring it down.
It's jammed between some branches 25 or 30 feet up. Tree is not climbable. Some really nice strong people took time out of their day to help me throw stuff at it. I really do appreciate that. I got the control board and receiver back Good thing I used adhesives to fasten them instead of screws.
But the bulk of it is still up there. Beeping helplessly. I felt so worthless, confined to 6 feet of altitude, looking up at it. Its shattered props lay below my feet. I don't know if I can sleep knowing it's up there. Beeping.
I live on a college campus, so I guess come Monday there might be some facilities employees who can help me out. Blegh. I am debating walking to walmart in the dark to buy twine and some weights or something. Maybe the police officers will shoot off the arm that is wedged between branches.
I feel so bad. My baby deserves someone who can fly it right. If I ever get it out of the tree, I will treat it to a nice pretty paint job. And give it a name. I've been trying to think of one. Maybe Tree Slayer. I hope it doesn't rain. Do motors rust?
Maybe one day we'll remember this ordeal and think of how far I've come as a pilot. I hope that day comes.
Here is a picture of all I have left:
Keep us in mind next time you think about flying recklessly near coptergobblers.
EDIT:
Here is the last picture I have of him. We had just flown together and he was glowing with happiness. I don't know what to do without him.
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