Post by supercub1 on Oct 15, 2017 11:37:00 GMT 1
The story i am about to recount ,is both sad and hopefully instructional.happened about two years ago,i had a vacancy for a supercub,after my cubby with floats and lights and many flights on her,decided to part company electricaly ,never did find it.anyway i saw one on the net for £80 with a 480 brushless conversion,with esc as well.put my reciever in bound it up everything working ,the wing completely stock no airlerons.i went flying at a local farmers field i use for testing , i have permission from the farmer.time for the maiden,wound her up to about 3/4 and sent her a loft,it was then i noticed my mistake,instead of just giving it a cursory check at home i should have had the cowl off,and inspected the conversion,anyway the converter must have cracked the fire wall at some point,or messed up the thrust angle,as i opened her up a bit she did a massive sort of right hand half loop clearing the field i was in and landing across a deep stream in an adjoining field.search and rescue time,as usual this was a pain,as the steam was too deep to cross and the field across it had barbed wire fences.eventualy i found a gate into the next field,it had a field of cows in ,who kept looking at me a bit odd they did that cow thing ,when they sort of move across the field on masse and cut off escape,it was at this point that i noticed the cows didnt have many udders,bugger.i eventualy got away over another gate into the next field which was l shaped, couldnt see cubby.then the strangest thing,i caught sight of two eyeballs on astick pearing around the corner of the field,next second the stick got longer and i realized it was a long neck with a beak.these days farmers have to diversify with crops and different livestock for food.anyway the beak and eyeballs came around the corner attached to an ostritch,this evil bag of feathers chased me all over this field eventualy running into me and shoving me into a stream along the side of the field.the pigging great thing ,wouldnt let me out of the water,every time i tried it gave me the beak,i needed a vegemite sandwich to throw at it ,wouldnt inflict the stuff on humans.i waited untill the malevolant fleabag bent over for another pecking then i grabbed it by the leg it dragged me out,then legged it round thecorner of the field,i suppose the relief got to me,and i felt brave,i shouted at the dear little bird,yeah thats right you run off ,come back with your mates iff your ard enough.any road up i continued my search for cubby,when about five minutes later i heard a stange drumming noise on the ground and a whole herd of nastys came around the corner,i just had time to vault over the fence into the field with the boy cows,by this time i was,nt stopping for anything ,i ended up in a crumpled heap ,i was thankfull i had put my transmitter into my backpack,as i would have had to leave that as well so i say,leave the cubby as god intended dont stick a 480 in it and leave brown on the ground supercub 1 
