I made the June flight by the skin of my teeth. I was afraid I missed my chance when we were mowing last week. The rain moved in again the next day. It's still pretty damp out there, but dry enough for a belly lander, which the Aeroscout became after the last crash. I should have known that I was in trouble when the wind shifted from the north to the south and started picking up as I was pulling in the gate. I had my old beater Aeroscout though, so I wasn't too worried. With the storm moving in, the wind higher up was all over the place. I struggled through a few laps around the field, fighting the wind the whole time. About the time I decided I should land, the wind started gusting hard and tossed that little Aeroscout all over the place.
Unfortunately, I had a nose first landing in the corn, instead of belly landing on the runway. The wind flipped it upside down on the final turn, just before crossing over the runway. It caught me by surprise and of course I pulled, when I should have pushed. That's the 2nd time that poor little Aeroscout has been thought that.
That was my first corn field recovery. I headed straight towards where I thought it had gone in and only ended up about 10 yards south of where I thought it should be. Since it when straight in, everything was in a nice little pile. The Aeroscout will live to fly another day. I won't retire it until it's more glue than foam.
I was even able to get a little weed eating done before the lightning started getting worrisome.
Rob