dear god..
basically my life is about going round saying "dear god" at 90 second intervals..
found it!
stopped to take some cholla out of my toes and bleed on the carpet a bit, but here i am -
yes, you are seeing things correctly. didn't have my camera when i found it so this is not the spot -
in the time between skydrop and retrieval, a little bird stopped and took a crap on my kingkong!
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it's lucky. the birds around here, the drinks are on me. i will keep this crap as it is a lucky turd.
yep, when that thing went so far away, i tried the last desparate yaw-and-forward.. nope wrong direction.. shut the throttle and arm down, and started sprinting into the desert in case someone was watching and tried ot beat me to it. i have to think of things like that, why? because, read my life. i say it here every day, this is what i have to deal with. unbelievable, moment to moment.
incredible.
props aren't too knocked up. battery on, will find out if the motors are cooked et c.
about 200m out.
you see, this is the thing. before you have good stick control, anything you do in terms of banking and yaw also affect altitude. so if your controls are all screwed up and you're like, "is this yaw??" every mistake is going to cost you, because with something like this, a second throttle is scores of feet altitude gain.
anyway. i have to take some bigger thing out of my foot right now. there you are, real as it gets.