I received this contest report this morning – an historic report for sure:
Maxecuters Scramble, September 24th, 2020; Rose-James Field, Unionville, VA
Attached is the Kanone Report from the (so far) one and only Maxecuter’s contest of 2020. Even given the appalling paucity of Maxecuter events lately, this would not normally be of particular interest.
…It should be noted that on a cool day in late September, on a damp Virginia cow field ripe with fresh pies, gopher holes and disinterested bovines, ’neath cloudy skies with a just hint of drift, Wally Farrell scraped out two meager wins against a depleted field of contestants and has thus, through a lifetime of hard work, attention to detail and clean living, at last overtaken the late, great Gordon Roberts as the FAC Ace of Aces.
For a man so accustomed to regular competition, it was clear that the pressure of the moment was weighing heavily on Wally during the meet; a slight film of rust had formed on the well-oiled machinery of his practice, and the vengeful FF gods were watching his every move. A broken motor strand in the finals of the Golden Age ML kept him from near-certain victory. His Dimers were recalcitrant, his timed events…untimely. A great third flight in Modern Civilian ended with 15 crucial seconds (and the model) stuck in the treetops, costing him a win (and the model). A 30 second, early-DT-aborted Embryo Endurance flight nearly sank him. He wavered; he wobbled; but he did not accept defeat. With his trusty aide-de-camp Julie urging him on, he girded his loins, grit his teeth, and persevered. Is it not fitting that in clawing back to win the Embryo event, he gained his place in Free Flight history with a Kanone in that most humble yet keen of events? For what is Wally Farrell if not humble, and keen?
Being similarly humble, I would be remiss if I didn’t call attention to my crucial role in advancing this man’s grand achievement. Over the years, had it not been for my willingness to wind just a little less; to go just a little less hard in the paint; to launch my models like a hamstrung T-Rex; to be, in short, a glad stepping stone to his ambition, that he might enjoy more fully the fruits of his labors, then who knows where he would be today? Eh? Broken? Dispirited? Perhaps even destitute. But this is not the case.
Let the full, throaty roars of the FAC community rain down upon him!
WALLY FARRELL: FAC ACE OF ACES!!
PS in all seriousness—WHAT AN ACCOMPLISHMENT!!! It boggles the mind.