Saturday, March 16, 2024

Spring training

Needless to say, the 2024 flight season has been a disappointment so far.  I managed one B6-4 Field launch back in early February, but my gear punked out after only six launches.  Undaunted, I came home to do a blog entry, only to find that my method of extracting photos from my phone videos no longer worked.
One day a few weeks later, I woke to a bright, sunny, warm day.  (Obviously not a weekend.)  I enjoyed the late morning by sitting on the side porch sanding the TLP Exocet MM.40 that I hope to have painted by the time the next beanfield launch gets rained out.  Mmmmm.  Sanding.  Said no one.  EVER!


I've been working on it whenever I have time and the weather is decent enough not to leave me feeling older and creakier than I am.  I can now rob a bank without leaving prints.  They're gone.  Sanded away.  The good news is that the sanding is done and I've moved onto the painting stage.  Wow, this thing is taking a ton of paint, and the sheer size makes it tons of fun to maneuver on the paint deck.  Still, it will be nice to fly it in finished form.


During the winter build season I spent a lot of time sick.  Yep.  Goony Fever.  This was the rarer Groony Fever, which is just as catching, but slightly bigger.  It all started with the Semroc Snake Jumper that I started back in the fall.  A dreaded laser error kept me from finishing it before the new year, but it was one of the six flights made during my abbreviated February launch.  


This was the status when I took pics, but I've since progressed to the point that I'm ready to apply the decals.  All that I'm waiting on is for the clear coat to dry.


Since I was Groony-ing, I decided on making a couple of the original Goons in Groon size.  At the start, I had a vague idea of recreating something on par with the original Goony scans that were posted on YORF, but I haven't been able to find them.  Nonetheless, I soldiered on and went with an old favorite, the Star Snoop.  I have this in original and family size, but I like the idea of one that won't overfly B6-4 Field on a B6-4.  The paint turned out quite nice on this.  It was an old can of metallic black lacquer.  The nose cone is currently sitting in front of me with the initial eyeball mask in place.




Back in the pre-pandemic days, Lee Reep visited eRockets on a Tuesday build night, so I skipped golf to hang out with him.  He brought me an MPC Asp-1, which I immediately opened and began building.  It's finally in the flyable stage, and I got the retina-boiling orange paint applied the other day.  That paint is going to be necessary.  I would imagine this thing will scream if I try a cornfield launch.  I'm currently figuring out the masking.



Speaking of puzzling out, this R2D2 was one of the 1978 versions that I bought on eBay around 20 years ago.  Even in 1978 when it came out, I thought this would be iffy for flight, even on the mighty C6 motor.  That in mind, I opened this one and started building it as a 24mm bird soon after we moved into the new house in 2005.  It's been a star-crossed project, but I've somehow managed to keep all the pieces localized, and I recently saw a post on Facebox about another one built with 24mm power, which got me fired up.  It may not look it, but I'm actually pretty close to having this flightworthy.  Well, from a theoretical standpoint.  I flew one of the plastic ones in the corn several years back and it did some skywriting before pounding into the corn on the other side of the creek.  I'm hoping for the added nose weight and the surprise factor making a difference with this one.  The question is, when?


This isn't the sum-total of all I've been up to, but it is all that was in camera range.  There is a launch tomorrow that I'm considering attending, so with someone else to push the button, I'll be able to test out the burst mode of my new camera.  Fingers crossed.  Social anxiety being beaten back for now.

Tuesday, November 28, 2023

2112

Although I didn't know it at the time, I ended the November 4th launch with 2111 confirmed flights.  When I got home and realized where things stood, I immediately began planning for the November 18th launch and trying to decide what rocket would fly as flight 2112.

2112.

That ceased to be just a number right around the time that I got into rocketry.  I was a middle of the road student in high school.  Bored.  Disinterested.  Probably depressed.  I'm sure I wasn't alone.  I took an art class when I was a sophomore, just because it provided a break from another talking head trying to convince me that I'd really need to know the inner workings of an earthworm.  The art class was taught by a holdover from the 60's, a big part of the attraction the class held for me.  Rock and roll blared from a cassette boombox, a rarity in those days, as we worked on our projects for an hour a day.  One day we were making black light posters, and as such, the classroom lights were turned off for the hour and the black lights turned on.  This was the atmosphere in which I discovered Rush.

When the music started it was kinda spacey, loopy synths that I only half paid attention to.  I'm sure I came to a bit when the guitars, bass and drums joined in.  It was when things really started galloping that I sat back in the dark, put down my paint brush, and just listened.  The end of the album coincided with the end of the period, and Miss Haley wasn't at all happy to find that I'd produced a minimal blob on my posterboard.  When I apologized to her and said I just got lost in the music, she pulled up a chair and quizzed me on it, genuinely thrilled to hear that all of my ideas about music had changed in the last 40 minutes.

2112.

I thought about what I wanted to fly for this milestone flight.  I posted about my idea and someone mentioned that I should really consider a Canaroc design or a Black Brant.  I immediately fixated on the Canaroc idea, and I had the perfect rocket for it, the Starfighter Scorpion.  The only issue with this was that it was sitting in the basement hallway, dusty, half finished, and almost forgotten.  The parts were scattered all over the basement.  I went on safari and found the missing parts, a large wing, two small wings and a motor mount.  I ordered the missing nose cone, then found the one I'd previously ordered on the day the new one arrived.  I made an attempt to carve the nose cone as the instructions at YORP instructed, but I had no small files to do the detail work.  Now I do, but it flew in roughed in shape.  I had also planned to draw a red star on the wing, but every red pen in our house was dried up.


This would be an A8-3 flight, but had been a B6-4 before I came to the field.  Yep, I wussed out, and it showed.  Despite the somewhat ungainly appearance, the Starfighter Scorpion flight was impressively stable, and believe me, I saw the whole flight.  The A8-3 only took it to around 200'.  At ejection the chute deployed but didn't fill.  In fact, it never filled, and the Scorpion chased its tail back to the pad.






I chose the Quest Bright Hawk as the second flight of the day.  Yeah, I know, but I have a history with this very bird.  I built it for a review in 2004, made all the flights here at B6-4 Field in an evening, then gave it to the son of one of my friends as payment for his recovery services on the night.  He eventually lost interest and his Dad gave it back to me along with the rest of his collection.  A few months back, I was loading the Bright Hawk and the glue on the motor mount failed after 19 years.  On Friday night I treated it to a new motor mount, so it got the nod to get back in the air today.  That's another one off of my "need to fly" spreadsheet.


The Bright Hawk got the first B6-4 flight of the day, and made the most of it, a gently arcing flight to short right, topping out around 350'.  At ejection, it fell quickly with the parachute trailing behind for a while, but it eventually filled and brought it back to within fifteen feet of the pad.  The cobwebs were blown out.




I have three Estes Hornets, the mini brute one, a pseudo-missile one, and the odd balsa nosed version of the Centuri Magnum Hornet, which is the one that flew third on this day.  (I also have the Centuri version and an FSI version.)  I bought it in one of the Estes holiday purges and it sat in my unbuilt kit stash until I had a hankering to build something one night.  I wind up with a lot of projects like that.


The Hornet hadn't flown since 2015, which is why it got the call on this day.  Clearing the list.  Flying the new and seldom flown.  It was loaded with a B6-4 because it should be.  It was one of the better flights of the day, a slight arc out into right field to about 400', a perfect ejection at apogee, a nominal chute and a drift back to the infield.  Flights like this are what made me call this place B6-4 Field.




I never got around to picking up the Semroc April Dancer during the time when it was an actual Semroc product.  I recently made an offer on a built example on eBay and was surprised to have it accepted.  The acceptance wasn't the surprise.  It was the fact that eBay didn't appear to have notified me that the offer had been accepted, but just went ahead with the transaction.  Lucky for me it was something that I wanted.  When it arrived, I immediately replaced a fin that had been broken previously and repaired, painted the rocket, then left it behind when I went to the beanfield launch.  DOH!


The A.D. took the same flight path as the Hornet, out toward right field to 400' with ejection as it tipped over.  Instead of the gentle trip back toward the infield via the parachute, the A.D. was a parawad victim, and as a result, landed hard in right field near the line.  Luckily, we had rain on Friday, so the outfield was a bit sodden.  The A.D. stuck the landing on the new fin.





It was about this time that I pulled the Semroc Astro-1 from the tote.  I had recently had a shop accident where I cut a corner too tight and lost my balance.  The Astro-1 was in a box with several other recently flown rockets and when I tried to correct my imbalance, I wound up stepping in the box.  The Astro-1, Semroc Astron and Sky Hook 2 were all damaged, with the Astro-1 and Sky Hook 2 being the worst.  I cut new fins for the Astro-1 and Astron earlier in the week, so they were in place, but not painted when I packed for the field.  Unfortunately, the Astro-1 needed two new fins instead of one, which I found when I pulled it out, so it didn't make a flight today.  

Instead, I decided on the Centuri Design Contest X-Wing Fighter, a rocket that I hadn't flown since 2012.  This long-suffering project has lain pretty much dormant since 2012 when a C6 CATO in the corn welcomed it into the world of flight.  I kinda lost interest except for repairing it for a second flight here at B6-4 Field.  After this flight I'm once again interested in finishing it.


The flight was a fourth straight on a B6-4 and followed the flight path du jour, arcing out toward right field.  It reached 350' before tipping over, ejecting, and recovering on the infield at shortstop.  All in all, a pretty impressive flight, and one that has me thinking about finally finishing the project.



 
My newly built Semroc IRIS was up next.  This one was a tweener.  I had this one loaded with an A8-3 at one point in the prep process, but I eventually swapped it out for a B6-4.  Once I was at the field, I wondered if the swap had been a mistake, but I pressed on.


The B6-4 in the IRIS was the one that had originally been loaded in the Starfighter Scorpion.  I'm pretty sure things would still have been impressive on both counts if I'd have left them as they stood, but since both were successful flights, I'm not inclined to complain.  The IRIS chose the company flight path, straight out toward right field to 400'.  It ejected as it was facing down and fell a long way before the chute eventually filled.  Well, partially filled.  As a result of the less than optimal recovery, the recovery happened in right field instead of on the infield.  I regarded that as recovery area B. 




The Semroc Astron was a freebie that Carl included with one of my orders.  It was another of the rockets that got stepped on in my failed shop ballet last year.  I was able to find all of the pieces and glue them together, but in the end I just decided to cut a new one.


I knew from past experience that an A8-3 flight here in the Astron was more than enough for an impressive flight, 300'+ with ease.  This flight was no exception.  I wrote down 320', but I should have added -ish.  Flight path was as expected, out into right field, but the streamer decided against streaming and the recovery was at second base.  I was trying a new camera/launcher technique today, using my Canon Rebel set on burst mode.  This is all I have of this flight.  Clearly the old dog isn't great a new tricks.



The Estes Scamp wasn't on my list of rockets to fly on this day, but something about it spoke to me  when I was gathering kits for the launch.  I think it was the fluorescent yellow paint.


 First of all, I'm shocked at how washed out the yellow paint looks in this pic.  Even though it is clear coated, it pops in person.  This would be an A8-3 flight, as would be the two that followed.  This would only be flight #3 on this version, which surprised me.  Seems like I flew it more, but I could be remembering flights of v.1.  This flight was off script for the afternoon, a slight bend out toward center, then a slow drift back toward the infield that ended at deep second.  Altitude was short of 300', I wrote down 275', but I also wrote down that it was the best flight of the day.




Flight #9 would be another recently repaired bird, the Kopter Recovery Hawk.  I didn't step on this one.  It had an unfortunate infield landing when the infield was fairly well baked.  The impact didn't look like something that could have broken a fin, but ir was hanging in two pieces when I picked it up.


This was another flight that I wound up getting nothing but smoke for the launch shot.  The Rebel just isn't fast enough to get everything unless you time it perfectly.  I didn't time it perfectly.  After having most of my flights follow the path out over right field, the Scamp showed a definite lean toward center field.  The Hawk didn't make any pretenses about heading toward right on an A8-3.  It took off way left and behind me.  My first thought was school roof, but I was happy to be proven wrong.  It topped out around 400' and began streaming toward Woodfill Avenue after ejection.  Luckily the trees are not as expansive there these days and it was able to recover without incident about 3/4 of the way up the hill.



The last A8-3 flight of the day would be the BT-20 Cherokee A.  I have quite a few Cherokee variants, Micromax through E.  The A version hadn't flown since 2015, so it got the nod today.


Despite the rod being angled the same way, the Cherokee A flight was a polar opposite of the Kopter Hawk.  Altitude was similar, around 400', but the flight path was back into right field.  Way into right field.  It ejected over the trees behind the Birdcage and looked like it was about to become another of my year-round holiday ornaments but blew back toward the Birdcage outfield.  There was a family doing a softball workout, so I figured there was a chance I could talk them into returning it to me if it landed in the outfield, but that became moot when it breezed all the way back to B6-4 Field, landing on the right field foul line.




That was flight #10, a successful small field day by anyone's standards, and I could have packed up and left right then.  I never gave it a thought.  I still had a rocket loaded and I'd made sure I had the green plug required to keep the igniter in place.  The Semroc Firefly was loaded with an eye toward flying in the cornfield, A10-0T to 1/2A3-4T.  Not a huge altitude load, but not really a B6-4 Field load either.  There was no reason for me to make this flight.


The Firefly had lain dormant for a number of years because it was a serial victim of hangar rash.  In fact, one of the sustainer fins had snapped off when I was trying to seat the motor in the adapter only the day before.  I glued it back and will replace it when it eventually breaks again, but that wouldn't be today.  The flight was excellent, boosting straight and staging around 100-150'.  The booster began coming back to my left, flipping wildly.  I didn't get a shot of the recovering booster because my attention was diverted by the sustainer, which had ignited after windcocking and taken a flight path toward the Birdcage outfield and the trees behind the fence.  It ejected over the left field foul line on the birdcage field, then began drifting back toward the right field line at B6-4 Field.  It landed near the line undamaged.  With the sustainer safe, I began looking for the booster, which, being gloss black, should have been easily found.  Fifteen minutes later it was.  I walked the whole outfield from short center to deep left-center.  I found it fifteen feet from the pad.  It really wasn't that noticeable after all.



So, I learned a few things.  Two stage mini rockets should likely be saved for the cornfield.  Gloss black blends with everything.  A8-3s should be saved for smaller rockets on this field.  (Okay, that wasn't a lesson.  I already knew that, but I just had to try it out.)  


The lineup.  All present, accounted for, and best of all, undamaged.

Monday, November 13, 2023

More like it: 57 degree autumn launch, 11-4-23

 My last launch was a little over a month ago, an 80 degree day in October where I sweated and burned like it was July.  Things had changed for this launch.  No shorts and a t-shirt this time.  I wore jeans, a long sleeve t-shirt and a sweatshirt.  I sweated and burned like it was July.

Okay, so it was windburn, and I could have taken the sweatshirt off at any time, but by the time I had reached the field I could tell the t-shirt was pretty much soaked with sweat.  Layering works, but the idea is to add or subtract layers as conditions warrant, not wearing what you chose at 8am the whole day.  I need to write that down.  Or stitch it on a sampler.

I'd done a lot of my prep work on Thursday and Friday, choosing my victims from my spreadsheet, centering on those that had never flown, those that hadn't flown in quite a while, or those that were beanfield fliers.  The Estes Pathfinder ticked two of those boxes, only because I'd built the vintage kit with an E motor mount.

As you can see, the vintage decals didn't age well.  I managed to get one on, but in pieces, and I'm not about that kind of misery.  In the background, you can see the unharvested corn in the fields across the road.  This normally wouldn't be a big deal, as the prevailing winds normally came from our right and rockets windcocked that way.  On this day, the winds were coming more from behind us, which caused any windcocking to be back over the flightline.  For the most part, the field behind this photo would be the recovery area.  WAY out in this field.  

As expected, the Pathfinder windcocked to our six and slightly right.  It tipped over at 1246' 7" and began riding the too small chute back over top of us and deep into the beans.  After a recovery walk that had me seriously thinking about learning to ride a hoverboard, I found it near a plastic trash bag that the wind had left wedged under a dirt clod.  All was well.  Almost.  The decal had partially torn away at some point during the flight.  Looks like a job for CMR.




On the recovery trip, I stumbled upon a piece of rocket history.  Not sure what, not sure whose, but I wracked my brain trying to remember if anything I flew had red painted ply fins.  


A big part of the theme for this launch had been flying the unflown.  I had a large backlog of finished or flyable rockets that I planned to bring along with me, but in the end I only wound up flying two.  The Air Commander had been finished for several years.  Sorry, flyable.  I haven't found the time to move it to the paint queue.


This rocket has been loaded for flight for a long time.  It had actually been brought to the field several times, either here in the beans or at eRockets field in Huber Heights.  I thought I'd loaded it with a C11-0/C11-7 pairing, so that was what I wrote on the flight card.  The announcement was greeted with shouts of "CATO TO CATO!"  Alas, I had erred.  It was actually a C11-0/D12-7 pairing, so there would only be one CATO.  It left the pad fine, but the staging event was quite a bit more explosive than the norm.  It staged with a BOOM around the 150' mark.  The sustainer lit immediately and continued to fly with noticeable vigor to around 1000'.  Definitely not a C11.  Ejection occurred behind us on the flightline, just as the rocket tipped over.  It began drifting to the expansive fields out in front of us and to our left.  Another long walk.  It landed deep in the beans, about fifty feet from a windblown shopping bag that the wind brought in as a directional beacon.  A fin was cracked on the landing, but nothing that can't be fixed.  Inside I found the expected D12-7.






Flight #3 on the day would be another first timer, the Semroc Aerobee 300.  No, scratch that.  Forgot launch lugs.  (facepalm)

So, flight #3 would be the Advanced Rocketry Group - Black Brant IVB-30 (Hawaii), a long ago NARCON purchase that last flew in 2006.  On the first flight it broke the tip off the nose cone during recovery, and short of buying another kit, I couldn't figure a way to replace it.  I improvised.  It's no longer as pointy as it had been, but I'm good with that.


The first flight in 2006 was on an E9-8, and I was convinced that the long delay was the cause of the broken nose cone tip.  The flight was huge, as was the recovery drift, so much so that I drove to the landing site.  This flight would be on an E12-6 and would be equally as huge.  I estimated 1126', 31".  Give or take a meter.  As did the others, it left the pad and headed into the wind, over and behind the flightline, but not enough to make the recovery walk more manageable.



With all that windcocking going on, you might think this would be a shorter walk into the beans for me.  Nope.  That's my old friend the directional bag in the background of this landing portrait.  I mentioned before that I thought some impact broke the tip off of the nose cone on the previous flight.  While that is possible, it's also possible that the nose down way the payload section recovers might have been the culprit.  Whatever the case, I would like to find a new nosecone, just because it's such a cool scale bird.



The Estes Stratocruiser D would be next on the pad.  Stratocruiser was Estes name, I added the D.  I picked up a couple during an Estes closeout and at some point, opened this one to scavenge the motor mount for another project.  Sometime later, I decided to pair the orphaned Stratocruiser with a similarly orphaned D motor mount. So, the Stratocruiser D was born on a night when I had nothing better to do than build something that was lying around minding its own business.  I liked the looks of the Stratocruiser, and with the D power, it immediately elevates itself out of the B6-4 Field realm.


There should be flight pics.  Really.  If you know of them, please let me in on the secret.  I was convinced that I had my old trusty Sony back in service, but that seems to have not been the case.  This would not be the only flight of the day that had this issue.  The flight was pretty standard, a straight boost, minimal windcocking back over the flightline, then a recovery deep in the beans.  I estimates 1000', but it could have been 996'.


My fifth flight would be another Estes bird, the Hi Flier XL, and this time the camera worked.  This rocket hadn't flown since 2017, and that had been the first flight.  I must have had quite the backlog of big birds


for this not to have flown in the beans in six years.


This was a cookie-cutter flight on an E12-6, straight boost with windcocking back over and behind the flightline, but not far enough to make one think about driving after it instead of making the walk.  Not the most adventurous recovery, that was still to come, but it was the longest.  I didn't make it to the farm buildings in the background, but I overflew the directional bag by a hundred yards plus.




Jerry Irvine passed recently, which made the next flight a must.  Not only had it not flown since 2017, I'd never really fed it all the onions.  The Sniper was my first USR kit, and introduced me to a couple of the peculiarities of a Jerry designed kit.  As USR kits go, this is the best-looking design and name combination in the catalog, but I made a couple of changes during the build.  I swapped out the stubby nose cone for a sleeker one, I printed off a transition instead of using the "cut and bend the body tube" transition, and I swapped in a 24mm motor mount instead of the 29mm minimum diameter that Jerry was convinced this should fly on.  Jerry's nose was a bit out of joint, but he still used my image in his online catalog.   


So, no E16-6 for this flight, but an E12-6 should still make for high entertainment value, right?  And then some.  The Sniper flight was exactly like every other flight I made on the day, with one huge exception.  Boost was excellent, a gentle arc back over the flightline to about 1200'.  I saw the tracking smoke, then nothing.  Luckily, younger eyes were present among the spectators.  A couple of people were able to track it as it came back across the field.  I never saw a thing.  There is an unharvested field of corn across the road from us, and the Sniper was obviously heading that way.  One of the guys claimed to have seen it drop into the corn behind a white pole 5 to 10 rows deep.  I never saw a thing.  



Still, I felt like I had to at least make an attempt at finding it for form's sake.  I headed straight for the white pole, carefully lined up the entrance to the corn, and pushed my way into the stalks.  This was my first trip into the corn since my first NARAM in 2001, but I was having my doubts as to what kind of success I was going to have this time.  I walked five rows deep and found a small path between the sections, looked up, and two rows further in saw my red parachute draped over the cornstalks.


Up next was the SLS Goblin.  This was last flown in 2015 back in the day when Hobby Lobby was still selling 29mm BP motors and looked like they would be forever.  Fool me, I don't know, four or five times, shame on me.  Not long after I built a bunch of rockets for the 29mm motors, HL discontinued them.  I still have a few scattered around, and actually found one in a Coaster Space Probe yesterday.  The big Goblin also had one loaded, a rather optimistic F15-6.  "Fly it!" my tiny walnut-sized brain said.  So, here we are.


Actually, it wasn't quite as bad as expected.  It windcocked more than any of my other flights on the day, still back over the flightline, but deeper into the beans than expected.  It crossed back over us and landed out near the road, but not close enough to have been a pucker flight.  One fin broke on landing, but will be an easy fix.  I really should have thought ahead and made these through the wall fins.

At this point on the day I was approaching 13,000 steps on the FitBit.  I was hurting, but I still had motors to burn.  I decided to make one more flight and see how things felt after that.  Flight #8 on the day would be an Estes Sandhawk that I had picked up in an eBay auction back when old rockets were bought at estate sales and sold as a group.  I don't remember what other birds came packaged with this one, but I know it would be the first flight since I bought it back in 2013.


This would be a D12-5 flight, and I was hoping it would keep things a little closer than most of the others.  Turns out I was half right.  I angled the rod to get a bit more cross-creek action to go along with the windcocking that would certainly take it behind the flightline.  I was spot on, as the Sandhawk creaked and groaned its old carcass off the pad and across the creek.  Okay, so the creaking and groaning was me, but still.  Everything was fine until ejection, when the ejection charge snapped the shock cord like it was a strand of sewing thread.  The body tube and fin can started free-falling toward our side of the creek.  I was going to get that back.  The nose cone and parachute were a different story.  The flight topped out around 800' and the vintage cone and brand new nylon chute were around 700' when they passed over the flightline.  There was nothing to do but watch.  I felt like Henry Blake watching his antique desk fly away under a helicopter.  It was still several hundred feet in the air when I lost sight of it.  Repairs have already been made, but it won't be vintage anymore.




I still had rockets loaded and ready, but the Enerjet 1340 and Semroc SLS Jaguar had corn written all over them, and the Madcow Army Hawk was going to be another long walk into the beans.  I had ideas about going to NSL in Indiana the weekend following this launch, but the idea of a drive longer than 1.5 hours didn't have much appeal.  I finished up the day with 2111 flights since 1977.  The first flight on my next launch will be 2112, and if that number doesn't hold some significance to you, you're obviously not ancient.  I'm still trying to figure out which rocket will be tapped for the honor.