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Yes there will be a Black Saturday Sale this year.
What will be on sale?
Rockets and rocketry related things.
More details to come.
Hint#1 you want to get the Wildman e-mail announcements.
Hint # 2 you want to be a Wildman Club member.
 
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Excellent! Want to give us a third hint on what some of these rockets might be? Any new kits coming to the line?!:wink:
 
Has been "yes" to both in the past...

How do you check to see if your "Wildman Status" is current?
 
Has been "yes" to both in the past...

How do you check to see if your "Wildman Status" is current?

Typically Tim will send a test email and post a message here so we can verify we are still current. That should happen a little before Black Saturday.
 
I ain't skeered, just renewed this month.:neener: Looking for a chute and fuel for this beast:
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Maybe another rocket if Tim comes up with something special, like I know he will....
 
I ain't skeered, just renewed this month.:neener: Looking for a chute and fuel for this beast:
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Maybe another rocket if Tim comes up with something special, like I know he will....

The nosecone on that is bigger than my 5" Jart !

Motor sounds.... MMMMMhm .....NNNNNNNNah.....OOOOOOOOOOhh - you can't make the latter 2 sounds in CA

Kenny
 
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Twas the night before Black Saturday, and all through the house,

Fingers were flying 'cross the keyboard and mouse.

My wish list was hung by the telephone with care,

In hopes that Wildman's announcement soon would be there.



The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of rocket launches danced in their heads.
While mom did her best to hide Visa and checkbook
I’ve lived with her long enough to know where to look.



When out on the Forum arose such a clatter,

I sprang to my chair to see what was the matter.

Away to the internet I flew like a flash,

Hoping to log in before the inevitable crash.

I joined thousands of rocketeers all through the land
My computer was whirring, with cash in my hand

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a big motor home and eight fiery reindeer.



With a little old driver, so lively and slim,

I knew in a moment it must be Saint Tim.

More rapid than Copperheads, his motors did light,

And he whistled, and shouted, and knew them on sight!

"White Lightning, Blue Thunder, Redline, Black Jack
Smokey Sam, Classic, C Star, V Max
,
To the far away pads. To the top of the wall!

Use a Wilson controller! Drag race them all!"

A listing of reloads in the email he sent
Bundled with hardware, marked 50 percent.
Ultimate Darkstars and West Systems glue,
bulkheads and nose cones and Aero Packs, too.

Oh, the list was quite long, stretched out into the night,
Eagle Claw, Kevlar, Cesaroni, Top Flite
So onto our screens the ensembles flew,
Rocket kits, motors, and Saint Timothy, too.

He was dressed in event ware, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
The stub of a cigarette held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.

In his trailer were goodies, organized on some shelves
Continually replenished by QCRS elves.
And as he rang up my sale, my pile started to grow,
Like his three-day stubble, which was as white as the snow.



He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And shipped all the boxes, then turned with a jerk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the launch rail he rose!



He sprang to the motor home, and gave Jackie a holler,

And away they both drove with all of my dollars.

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-flight!"
 
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Twas the night before Black Saturday, and all through the house,

Fingers were flying 'cross the keyboard and mouse.

My wish list was hung by the telephone with care,

In hopes that Wildman's announcement soon would be there.



The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of rocket launches danced in their heads.
While mom did her best to hide Visa and checkbook
I’ve lived with her long enough to know where to look.



When out on the Forum arose such a clatter,

I sprang to my chair to see what was the matter.

Away to the internet I flew like a flash,

Hoping to log in before the inevitable crash.

I joined thousands of rocketeers all through the land
My computer was whirring, with cash in my hand

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a big motor home and eight fiery reindeer.



With a little old driver, so lively and slim,

I knew in a moment it must be Saint Tim.

More rapid than Copperheads, his motors did light,

And he whistled, and shouted, and knew them on sight!

"White Lightning, Blue Thunder, Redline, Black Jack
Smokey Sam, Classic, C Star, V Max
,
To the far away pads. To the top of the wall!

Use a Wilson controller! Drag race them all!"

A listing of reloads in the email he sent
Bundled with hardware, marked 50 percent.
Ultimate Darkstars and West Systems glue,
bulkheads and nose cones and Aero Packs, too.

Oh, the list was quite long, stretched out into the night,
Eagle Claw, Kevlar, Cesaroni, Top Flite
So onto our screens the ensembles flew,
Rocket kits, motors, and Saint Timothy, too.

He was dressed in event ware, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
The stub of a cigarette held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.

In his trailer were goodies, organized on some shelves
Continually replenished by QCRS elves.
And as he rang up my sale, my pile started to grow,
Like his three-day stubble, which was as white as the snow.



He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And shipped all the boxes, then turned with a jerk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the launch rail he rose!



He sprang to the motor home, and gave Jackie a holler,

And away they both drove with all of my dollars.

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-flight!"
That was good you made both Jackie and I chuckle pretty good.:point:
Sather the poet at it again.
 

Twas the night before Black Saturday, and all through the house,

Fingers were flying 'cross the keyboard and mouse.

My wish list was hung by the telephone with care,

In hopes that Wildman's announcement soon would be there.



The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of rocket launches danced in their heads.
While mom did her best to hide Visa and checkbook
I’ve lived with her long enough to know where to look.



When out on the Forum arose such a clatter,

I sprang to my chair to see what was the matter.

Away to the internet I flew like a flash,

Hoping to log in before the inevitable crash.

I joined thousands of rocketeers all through the land
My computer was whirring, with cash in my hand

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a big motor home and eight fiery reindeer.



With a little old driver, so lively and slim,

I knew in a moment it must be Saint Tim.

More rapid than Copperheads, his motors did light,

And he whistled, and shouted, and knew them on sight!

"White Lightning, Blue Thunder, Redline, Black Jack
Smokey Sam, Classic, C Star, V Max
,
To the far away pads. To the top of the wall!

Use a Wilson controller! Drag race them all!"

A listing of reloads in the email he sent
Bundled with hardware, marked 50 percent.
Ultimate Darkstars and West Systems glue,
bulkheads and nose cones and Aero Packs, too.

Oh, the list was quite long, stretched out into the night,
Eagle Claw, Kevlar, Cesaroni, Top Flite
So onto our screens the ensembles flew,
Rocket kits, motors, and Saint Timothy, too.

He was dressed in event ware, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
The stub of a cigarette held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.

In his trailer were goodies, organized on some shelves
Continually replenished by QCRS elves.
And as he rang up my sale, my pile started to grow,
Like his three-day stubble, which was as white as the snow.



He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And shipped all the boxes, then turned with a jerk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the launch rail he rose!



He sprang to the motor home, and gave Jackie a holler,

And away they both drove with all of my dollars.

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-flight!"

*like*
 
Saint Tim?????????:rofl::rofl::rofl::rofl::flyingpig::flyingpig::flyingpig::grin::grin:
I've heard of tall tales before, but Tim as a Saint???????? Sather, you've met Tim, right?
Oh, wait, that must be that poetic license stuff I've heard of...

Adrian
 
Saint Tim?????????:rofl::rofl::rofl::rofl::flyingpig::flyingpig::flyingpig::grin::grin:
I've heard of tall tales before, but Tim as a Saint???????? Sather, you've met Tim, right?
Oh, wait, that must be that poetic license stuff I've heard of...

Adrian

In reality, Jackie is probably very near sainthood - Tim should be in an elf suit.
 
Jeff your club member ship has expired:facepalm:

Thanks for the heads up, Tim! I'll remedy that tomorrow sometime :wink:

Edit: Or...I could just go ahead and do it now so I don't forget...

DONE :cheers:
 
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Let the Wildman Black Saturday sale frenzy begin! At least I am in the same country this year, geeessshh.

Wildman Santa, I would like either a killer deal on Jr. two-stagers (Shapeshifter?), a regular or XL Gizmo dual deployment or a two-stage option for the Blackstar 3" I bought last year. I'll even leave a cookie & milk on my the rocketry workbench the night prior for you. And, lets hope my wife doesn't see my purchases this year...
 
That poem was super cool,,,,,,,
I can't wait to see what's put on the chopping block either,,,,,,,
Tim, I looked online to see if I could tell if my membership has expired without having to call,,,,,,,,,
I can't find it if it's there,,,,,,
Am I up to date ????????

Teddy
 
What about a something nice for my first Wildman kit and first fiberglass kit; perhaps a Darkstar lite? or maybe a mini eagle claw?
Nice poem btw! :clap:
 
Awesome! Looking forward to it! How often are email announcements sent out? I've signed up for them, but haven't gotten any since I did (maybe ~2 months ago).

But I do know my Wildman Club is current! :)
 

Twas the night before Black Saturday, and all through the house,

Fingers were flying 'cross the keyboard and mouse.

My wish list was hung by the telephone with care,

In hopes that Wildman's announcement soon would be there.



The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of rocket launches danced in their heads.
While mom did her best to hide Visa and checkbook
I’ve lived with her long enough to know where to look.



When out on the Forum arose such a clatter,

I sprang to my chair to see what was the matter.

Away to the internet I flew like a flash,

Hoping to log in before the inevitable crash.

I joined thousands of rocketeers all through the land
My computer was whirring, with cash in my hand

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a big motor home and eight fiery reindeer.



With a little old driver, so lively and slim,

I knew in a moment it must be Saint Tim.

More rapid than Copperheads, his motors did light,

And he whistled, and shouted, and knew them on sight!

"White Lightning, Blue Thunder, Redline, Black Jack
Smokey Sam, Classic, C Star, V Max
,
To the far away pads. To the top of the wall!

Use a Wilson controller! Drag race them all!"

A listing of reloads in the email he sent
Bundled with hardware, marked 50 percent.
Ultimate Darkstars and West Systems glue,
bulkheads and nose cones and Aero Packs, too.

Oh, the list was quite long, stretched out into the night,
Eagle Claw, Kevlar, Cesaroni, Top Flite
So onto our screens the ensembles flew,
Rocket kits, motors, and Saint Timothy, too.

He was dressed in event ware, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
The stub of a cigarette held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.

In his trailer were goodies, organized on some shelves
Continually replenished by QCRS elves.
And as he rang up my sale, my pile started to grow,
Like his three-day stubble, which was as white as the snow.



He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And shipped all the boxes, then turned with a jerk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the launch rail he rose!



He sprang to the motor home, and gave Jackie a holler,

And away they both drove with all of my dollars.

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-flight!"

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Awesome! Looking forward to it! How often are email announcements sent out? I've signed up for them, but haven't gotten any since I did (maybe ~2 months ago).

But I do know my Wildman Club is current! :)

The announcements list doesn't get used very often. As the sale gets closer, Tim may do one or two posts to it, and the morning of the sale, there will be an announcement.

5:30AM calls from Wildman - that's the stuff nightmares are made of!

-Kevin
 
That poem was super cool,,,,,,,
I can't wait to see what's put on the chopping block either,,,,,,,
Tim, I looked online to see if I could tell if my membership has expired without having to call,,,,,,,,,
I can't find it if it's there,,,,,,
Am I up to date ????????

Teddy

Teddy your good until December .
 
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