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[Pat Riot]

[Pat Riot]

[Pat Riot]

Funny and crazy photoshop images. 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Pat Riot]

I have been this guy a few times. 
 

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[Alpo]

Proof, once again, that old folks is smart.

 

[Pat Riot]

2 hours ago, Alpo said:

Proof, once again, that old folks is smart.

 

That’s a darn good idea. I wonder what they lost that prompted this? 
 

EDIT: 

Ya know, lookin’ at this a bit closer, it would be Murphy’s Law that a piece of dropped hardware would end up in the water anyway. 

How it would go…
- Hardware falls hits anchor

- Hardware ricochets off anchor and hits the left side of the knee of guy sitting down.

- Hardware then rolls down the left side of the guy sitting down’s right leg. 
- Hardware then rests between the fascia board of the dock and the guy sitting down’s heel. 
- Both men look at each other in disbelief and grin. 
- Some completely oblivious butthead has just broken the speed limit in the “No Wake” zone of the marina. 
- A wave from butthead’s boat hits the shock and the boat being worked on as sitting down guy is reaching to get the hardware. 
- Both the boat and the dock move upwards with the mini-swell of the wave. The boat moves more than the dock causing the umbrella to push up on the sitting down guy’s leg.

- Hardware takes a dive. 
- Both men erupt in anger and disbelief. - They loudly speak a language that everyone understands but only use occasionally. It’s called “Sailorese”. A very guttural sounding language. The speaking of this language in situations like this usually also calls for the hitting and kicking things inanimate. It’s kind of a dance, one might say. 
- Once this ritual is complete both men throw their hands in the air and with one look both know that the work day is done and can wait until tomorrow. 
- Usually, shortly after a trauma-drama like this the intake of alcohol is required to calm the nerves.

- The next day the two resume work and the sun is quite brutal on the hungover men. 
- They both stare at the half completed task and mumble incoherently.  One man produces an umbrella with the intent of using it again. 
- The other man takes it away from him brusquely then whacks him in the head with it. 
The job will wait until tomorrow. 

Edited August 3 by Pat Riot

[Alpo]

There's an online story. Hurricane. Flooding. The Cajun Navy to the rescue.

 

And as they're tootling along through the swamp, Buddy's boat stops. He pulls up the motor and sees there is some sort of garbage wrapped around the prop. So he goes over the side to fix it.

 

He tells Mimi to open the seat he was sitting on and get out the wrench with the red handle. Tie a line to it, so if he drops it it won't go glug glug glug, and hand it to him so he can remove the prop.

 

She suggests he put a bite around a couple of the prop blades, so if it gets dropped it won't go glug glug glug.

 

Both of these made sense to me, but there was no mention of how to protect the nut. And it seems like that would be much easier to lose. So over the years since I've read this story I would occasionally think of it, and wonder how to make sure I didn't lose the nut.

 

I finally thought of a mesh bag. Like a lingerie bag. Once I broke the nut loose, I cover the entire prop with the mesh bag, and then finish taking the nut off with my fingers.

 

Then, holding tightly to the nut still inside the mesh bag, I remove the mesh bag from the prop and hand it to my assistant up in the boat.

 

Does that make sense? If it seems too complicated, how would you make sure that you weren't going to lose your prop nut?

[Pat Riot]

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[Pat Riot]

I can not unsee this. From now on…

 

I thought I would share so you can have the memory too. 

 

[Sedalia Dave]

3 hours ago, Alpo said:

There's an online story. Hurricane. Flooding. The Cajun Navy to the rescue.

 

And as they're tootling along through the swamp, Buddy's boat stops. He pulls up the motor and sees there is some sort of garbage wrapped around the prop. So he goes over the side to fix it.

 

He tells Mimi to open the seat he was sitting on and get out the wrench with the red handle. Tie a line to it, so if he drops it it won't go glug glug glug, and hand it to him so he can remove the prop.

 

She suggests he put a bite around a couple of the prop blades, so if it gets dropped it won't go glug glug glug.

 

Both of these made sense to me, but there was no mention of how to protect the nut. And it seems like that would be much easier to lose. So over the years since I've read this story I would occasionally think of it, and wonder how to make sure I didn't lose the nut.

 

I finally thought of a mesh bag. Like a lingerie bag. Once I broke the nut loose, I cover the entire prop with the mesh bag, and then finish taking the nut off with my fingers.

 

Then, holding tightly to the nut still inside the mesh bag, I remove the mesh bag from the prop and hand it to my assistant up in the boat.

 

Does that make sense? If it seems too complicated, how would you make sure that you weren't going to lose your prop nut?

 

I like the mesh bag idea. Thanks

 

I carry 2 spare nuts, 2 spare cotter keys, and a spare prop in the boat.  Like in the story, I have a lanyard attached to the prop nut wrench.

 

Last time I bent a prop, I used the trolling motor to get the boat over to shallow water. Lots easier to work when standing on something other than more water.

[Cypress Sun]

3 hours ago, Pat Riot said:

I can not unsee this. From now on…

 

I thought I would share so you can have the memory too. 

 

 

That one is being used as a deterrent to finding out what's being hidden behind the wrought iron in the bed of the truck.

 

Cop magnet for sure!

[Alpo]

4 minutes ago, Sedalia Dave said:

 

I like the mesh bag idea. Thanks

 

I carry 2 spare nuts, 2 spare cotter keys, and a spare prop in the boat.  Like in the story, I have a lanyard attached to the prop nut wrench.

 

Last time I bent a prop, I used the trolling motor to get the boat over to shallow water. Lots easier to work when standing on something other than more water.

I thought about the trolling motor. He has one - he uses it in the story. He would come up to a flooded street, turn off the outboard and use the trolling motor to ease up close enough to the houses so people can get off the roofs and into his boat.

 

But I got the impression that this was like he's out in the middle of Lake Okeechobee. Use the trolling motor to get to shallow water, then fix the prop, then fire up the outboard and go back to the landing and get your spare battery out of the truck because that 3 hours of ½ mph coming ashore thing burned the battery up.

[Pat Riot]

You’ve gotta love dogs. 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[Alpo]

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[Pat Riot]

4 hours ago, Alpo said:

I can just imagine a boss showing up and wanting to know why nobody is working in the pit. 

[Alpo]

[Pat Riot]

Strenuous Relaxation

 

Relaxing Relaxation

 

Relaxation Interrupted

 

Confined Relaxation

 

Relaxation with Friends

 

Relaxation Overdone 

[Texas Joker]

 

ITS FAJITA!

[Cold Lake Kid, SASS # 51474]

[Alpo]

[Brazos John]

1 hour ago, Texas Joker said:

 

ITS FAJITA!

A Parakita?

[Chickasaw Bill SASS #70001]

30 minutes ago, Brazos John said:

A Parakita?

looks a tad undercooked 

[Cypress Sun]

2 hours ago, Texas Joker said:

 

ITS FAJITA!

 

I KNEW IT! 

Taco Bell doesn't use real chicken on their burritos.🐓

[Warden Callaway]

3 hours ago, Cold Lake Kid, SASS # 51474 said:

I don't get it?

[Texas Joker]

32 minutes ago, Warden Callaway said:

I don't get it?

The quite kind in school whose spirit animal is desert eagle is shooty. Ya know the loner kid in back everybody picks on?

[Pat Riot]

1 hour ago, Warden Callaway said:

I don't get it?

Desert Eagle = big intimidating pistol. 

Movie makers love ‘em for the scare factor. 

Edited August 4 by Pat Riot
Forgot the gun

[Pat Riot]

4 hours ago, Cold Lake Kid, SASS # 51474 said:

I am definitely using this answer if someone asks me what my “spirit animal” is. 
 

We once had a team building exercise and this overly mellow 1/64 Cherokee woman asked me what my spirit animal was. 
I responded “Tasmanian Devil - The Looney Toons kind”.

She saw no humor in my response. The rest of my coworkers laughed their butts off. 
 

[Cold Lake Kid, SASS # 51474]

[Hardpan Curmudgeon SASS #8967]

On 8/3/2024 at 5:57 AM, Alpo said:

 

She suggests he put a bite bight around a couple of the prop blades, so if it gets dropped it won't go glug glug glug.

 

 

There, Alpo... fixed it for ya.  

 

Reminds me of ol' Howard.  Howard loved sailing; he was always trying to invite himself along on other folk's boats.  For some odd reason, no one ever thought themselves to invite ol' Howard.

 

Anyway, due to a "change in family circumstances" and having to move from the li'l "rancho" to an apartment in town, I had to find a home for my Cal 2-24.  So I offered her to Howard - with the proviso that he had to secure a berth for her at the local lake, as she was "dry-docked" on a borrowed trailer, which had to be returned.

 

So, Howard rented the berth, we hauled the boat to the lake, and launched her.  The plan was that I would lend Howard a li'l 3-hp auxilary outboard, we'd motor around to the marina, and erect the tabernacle-equipped mast en route.   Simple enough.  Until I heard the first sploosh, followed by Howard's "Oops," as he was securing the starboard-side shrouds.

 

"Uh... what was that, Howard?"

 

"My wife's cell phone."

 

Sploosh.  "Oops..."

 

Damn.  "What was THAT, Howard?"

 

"Uh... one of your wrenches."

 

Sploosh.  "Oops..."

 

"NOW what??"

 

"Uh... part of one of the turnbuckles.  But that's okay!  I saw a box of spares below!"

 

Except that they were all right-hand threaded turnbuckles; the one that went into the drink was the only left-hand threadded 'buckle on the boat.  

 

I had to drive that boy on a 250+ mile round trip to the nearest West Marine in Stockton to buy a replacement.

 

There were further Howard adventures, but that's enough for now.