by Emily Mitchell | February 19, 2018 6:57 pm
by Steve Gamel
Those of you who are friends with me on Facebook may have already seen the photo on this page. But for those who haven’t, my wife snapped an action shot — behind my back — of me trying to get my son’s new drone out of a 50-foot tree.
Most parents might not be willing to scale to such heights for a silly toy, especially if their kid was irresponsible enough to get it stuck up there in the first place.
The problem with my situation was that it wasn’t my kid’s fault. It was mine.
The picture shows me roughly 25 feet in the air. In my left hand is a wobbly, makeshift poll, and I’m gently reaching up between the branches to poke the drone free. Luckily, I got it down.
“Thanks, Daddy!” my son said. “You did it.”
“Well, I’m never playing with that thing again,” I added with a smile.
“Whatever,” he added. “You just need to avoid the trees.”
My son had been bugging me for days to play with that drone, and I declined every time. But he finally convinced me over the holidays to take a break from a writing project and come outside for some fun. Well, flying the drone WAS pretty fun — till I lost control of it 30 seconds later and watched it land in the tree across the street.
The look on his face was one of pure sadness. He tried to say, “It’s OK, Daddy. I don’t need it.” But I knew he was just saying that to make me feel better.
All I wanted to do was bury my head back in my writing project and hope this was all a bad dream. However, it was not, and I knew I had to get it back for him.
Needless to say, I am now part of what I imagine to be an elite group of people who climb trees to rescue lost drones. It took guts. It took precision. And it worked!
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