But first.
Andy, Paul, and me met up at the field of Glee.
I showed the guys Quadasaurus with his GPS unit. The stability is off the planet. At some point the cows came into the field and strolled up to see what we were up to. Paul and me stood guard and eventually they went munching a path up to the far end of the field. Inquisitive little creatures.
I flew Speedy but had managed to completely lose orientation and ploughed it into the ground. Following the furrow to its end Paul and me found Speedy with a seriously bent arm. Had a try at straightening it out but it just snapped. Well, they were pretty dented from a previous encounter with a fence. About tenner to fix.
Sent Quadasaurus up again but he developed a bad tick on the left front motor. Tried him in attitude mode and he went barking and tore into the trees. While I was packing up (didn't fly Harry, thought it best not to) Paul went to see if he could find Quadarsaurus. He hadn't had any luck by the time Andy and myself got there. I got the transmitter out and prodded the motors. Thwack-thwack-thwack, so, further back along the path. Repeated the procedure until the sound was right in front of me. Parted the branches and there he was right in front of me. Result? One bent propeller. I'm going to have to check the motor.
And, with bits in bags we left..... The Field That Dripped Blood!!! Dum-dum-dahhhhhh!
Andy, Paul, and me met up at the field of Glee.
I showed the guys Quadasaurus with his GPS unit. The stability is off the planet. At some point the cows came into the field and strolled up to see what we were up to. Paul and me stood guard and eventually they went munching a path up to the far end of the field. Inquisitive little creatures.
I flew Speedy but had managed to completely lose orientation and ploughed it into the ground. Following the furrow to its end Paul and me found Speedy with a seriously bent arm. Had a try at straightening it out but it just snapped. Well, they were pretty dented from a previous encounter with a fence. About tenner to fix.
Sent Quadasaurus up again but he developed a bad tick on the left front motor. Tried him in attitude mode and he went barking and tore into the trees. While I was packing up (didn't fly Harry, thought it best not to) Paul went to see if he could find Quadarsaurus. He hadn't had any luck by the time Andy and myself got there. I got the transmitter out and prodded the motors. Thwack-thwack-thwack, so, further back along the path. Repeated the procedure until the sound was right in front of me. Parted the branches and there he was right in front of me. Result? One bent propeller. I'm going to have to check the motor.
And, with bits in bags we left..... The Field That Dripped Blood!!! Dum-dum-dahhhhhh!


. All I can say is wow, wow,and wow again, excellent quality video and some serious editing gone on there.
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. He did make it back and in one piece (for now)
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