Its still a blur as I am slipping in and out of sub conscious visions, it could be the medications to suppress the images. Long story short, about as short as the ladder supplied by the owner of the dome. As he teetered on top of the 15 foot step ladder with about 20 feet of pipe, pokeing and prodding, I stood below, transmitter in hand, waiting to fly away when freed. No go, stuck fast. Now with a TX strap taped to the end of the pole and securely wound around one wheel, he pulled and pushed with the now arced pole, stressed as if there was a 100 pound marlin on the other end. Finally it let go. With only a grasp on the end of the pole, teetering on the top step of the ladder, the weight of the pole proved to much to bear and it all came tumbling down. Now , with an arena of the dimensions 400 X 600 feet, where do suppose the pipe landed? On the plane. I need another pill. Joe