ThermalTrail Drone Recovery

07/17/2026

Two weeks. One incredible ending.

A couple of weeks ago, I got a call about a dog named Banjo who had been missing for nearly two weeks. I headed out to search, but with no recent sightings, it was difficult to narrow down where he might be.

Instead of giving up, I spent time going door-to-door, handing out ThermalTrail Drone Recovery business cards to nearly every house in the area, hoping someone would spot him and call.

Tonight, that call finally came.

Someone had seen Banjo crossing the road, so I jumped out of bed, loaded up the drone, and headed out immediately. The heavy smoke in the air made my visual camera almost useless, so I had to rely entirely on the thermal camera. I spotted what I believed was Banjo based solely on the size and shape of the heat signature. I wanted to confirm it with the visual camera, but the smoke made that impossible.

I shared the location with Nichole, and she went straight to him.

Banjo is finally home safe and sound!

This is exactly why I do what I do. It isn’t always quick or easy, and sometimes it takes patience, persistence, and a little faith that the next phone call will be the one that changes everything.

Thank you to everyone who kept an eye out, made that phone call, and never gave up on Banjo. Welcome home, buddy! 🐶🚁🔥

07/09/2026

All clean and ready for the weekend!

03/13/2026

02/17/2026

Your friendly reminder it is a felony to shoot at an FAA registered aircraft.

02/03/2026

01/09/2026

As this deer season is coming to an end, I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting and the biggest thing on my mind is gratitude.

Every call I answered came from someone who had poured time, effort, and heart into a hunt. The nerves in your voice, the hope, the doubt, I felt it with you. Being trusted to help find a deer isn’t just a job to me. It’s personal. I know what that moment means, and I take that responsibility seriously every single time I launch the drone.

This season gave me more than recoveries. It gave me conversations in cold fields, handshakes under headlamps, stories that won’t be forgotten, and friendships that started as a phone call and ended with respect on both sides. Some of you called me a service but many of you became friends.
Thank you for trusting me in those moments when the outcome mattered so much. Thank you for the referrals, the messages, the appreciation, and the belief in doing things the right way. Whether I recovered your deer or brought you peace of mind, I’m honored to have been part of your season.
I truly can’t wait for next year.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you.