Speaking of goon's, a couple days ago, I was flying lowly goon lowly to capture a knitwit vehicle base...when a spit pilot with binoculars permanently super glued to his eyeballs spotted me from d1000. He dove from way out. I was sure he'd rip his wings off. Positive. But no, otherwise was my fate. He came on, closing fast, low and level. Intent on his target. He got closer and closer, humm, ditch? Pop silk? hmmmm No way Jose. I'm ridin this baby in! He closed to 900, 800, no winking wings, 700, surely he'd fire now, 600...I'd had enough, he was trying to conserve ammo. I yanked that dam stick so hard I dislocated my shoulder<thththtwook> <screams in pain>. As I got 1/4 way through my loop, I slammed my left rudder, spraining my bad ankle<sproing>.
I started hearing pings. More pings. ROLL BABY ROLL! Whoosh, I could hear him pass<really, I could>, I was almost to the base. He would surely get me now. Quick damage check...hey, guy musta forgot his cannons at home, nothin fell off! He's goona change that fer sure....nothing. Well, to fast for gear, not enough time anyway. Slam that baby in the dirt. Slidin home momma! More left rudder! Pretty as you please, right up to the green little hobbit hole. "Out you ground pounders!" GO GO GO,....oh shi* open the door knumbskull!!! Thier, all out, "Geronimo" still ringing in my ears...or is that tinitus? Ok, he was setting up his second pass, he'll start peggin chutes now. Humm, whered he go? Check buffer, no manuever kills? Hummm, Auger Queen I guess. With a great feeling of accomplishment....Captured!
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Liz of TSM
"Never take counsel of your fears."
T.J.(Stonewall) Jackson