thursday morning arrived and the winds had abated somewhat ( south 20k + k with 30 + k gusts ) ... the relentless rain had turned our flying fields into a substantial lake ( quickly christened the great manjha lake and it's memory dedicated as a sacred icon of nfka's future underwater flying ceremonies ) .
at buka competition time it was all sleet and hail and wind and
a whole bunch of wet kite fliers huddled against nature's wild fury on a
completely unprotected beach... my goodness, what sillies...
we might have all caught pneumonia... our mothers
were going to get really mad... but we were all grinning like
the fools we were and it was clear that the northwestguys' prune-making
strategy had failed. All of our arrived guests were present,
focused, and ready to play with bukas without one single chicken, wimp, or
prune among them... geez, these guys are really impressive.
anyway, polite hosts that we are, we let mike coons take many points from us... no excuses... mike was a better flier on that day while the northwest's great white buka hope ( pooptom ) flew too poorly to beat king coons senseless as we had intended.
First: Mike Coons
Second: Tom Humphrey
then some very brave and hearty fliers flew the novice competition in the afternoon... the weather conditions were as unkindly to the novices as to the buka fliers, but they also prevailed in good spirits and humor... and very proud of them we are.
| first: | mike b |
| second: | patsy l |
| third: | chuckie d |
