I've been depressed for three days. I was filming the entrance to a development on High Rock Lake, flying low to capture the bridge and creek. I had my P3S on course lock and was sweeping over the entrance. Third sweep and I stopped at the edge of the woods, about thirty feet vertical. I swung the bird around facing me and brought the right stick forward thinking I was gonna fly straight to me. Oh no - still on course lock! Struck a tree hard and fell fast. I knew instantly the mistake I had just made. My heart sunk to my stomach where it has remained for three days. I ran down the shoulder of the bridge to my drone, upside down in the creek. Sorry, no film as I had turned off the camera. Got her in March, crashed her in May. The pain is palpable.