My husband has dragged me into the strange world of remoted control aircraft. This Saturday, we spent most of the day with his fly buddies at the little airplane field, which, by some weird coincidence, is near the big airplane field I normally fly the one-to-one scale planes out of.
Oh, the title - catchy, huh?
Well, there’s this RC field (not ours) near I-65 just north of Rte 30 were one of the neighbors has taken to shooting RC planes out of the sky. This does not do anything for the flight performance of said model airplane. In fact, the guys are getting a little peeved.
More to the point, the FBI and the FAA are getting peeved about it, because they take a very dim view of people shooting at airplanes of any size (yes, the FAA - like I tell people, those things are real airplanes - they’re real small airplanes but yes, they ARE “real planes”)
There is a $3,000 reward for information leading to the arrest and conviction of the gentleman who got bored with shooting clay pigeons. There’s also some concern that he might either mistake a small general aviation airplane for a model, or maybe just “move up” in targets. So if any of ya’ll have info, let me know… or let the FBI/FAA/whoever know.
Since I also fly my “real big planes” over that area I sort of have a personal interest in the matter, too.
Anyhoo… on to the second part of the title…
I stepped on a dead thing
Yes, really!
I’m sooo proud of myself - no girly scream, just an *>urk< * of disgust.
I was out in the woods looking for a lost Aerobird Extreme, wandering about the weeds and prarie grass when it happened. I Stepped on Something
Sort of a soft hairy hump o’ stuff, with the delicate sound of cracking/crunching bones.
:eek: Ewwwwwwwwwwww!
Fortunately, it had been dead long enough not to reek really horribly, but it was so gross! About the size of a large raccoon. Heck, it might have been a raccoon at one point. I don’t know - it was pretty far gone.
Yes, yes, little episodes like this are, in fact, why I prefer to wear my hiking boots when tromping through weeds bigger than I am. I won’t bring up the time I stepped - barefoot - on a live mouse in the bathroom one pre-dawn morning. :eek: :eek: (Yes, there was a lot of screaming on that one).
Oh, and about that prarie grass… yes, real tallgrass prarie grass… this ain’t the stuff you grow on your lawn. Right now it’s standing six to seven feet tall (two meters for those of you outside the US) and it’s abrasive and it has sharp edges that will slice open bare skin. This is wild grass. It’s thick, too - two people can stand 10 feet apart and simply not see each other at all. And last year’s growth is all tangled on the ground about knee-deep, so when you walk you can’t see your feet. And the ground is uneven and soft - like walking on nerf balls. Through knee-deep snarls of wire.
I’m buying a machete. No joke. Anyone got suggestions for what to look for in a machete, and how to use one? It’s either that or a flamethrower, and since there’s at least two underground gas pipelines in the vicinity I should probably keep my pyro tendencies under control.