Meanwhile the morning began early for some strange reason and the Fishing Team hit the pier early. The jellyfish were so thick that the spoon had trouble penetrating the mass of bodies. A few ladyfish were present again but only one was hooked. They are actually too small to hook reliably.
When I was ready to pay for my groceries, the cashier said, "Strip down, facing me." Making a mental note to complain to my congressman about Homeland Security running amok, I did just as she had instructed.
After messing around in an air conditioned store or two for a bit we headed to get a hamburger before the OFM fainted. Did you know he can nearly swallow a whole Whataburger whole?
Nope the new one was not identical at all. However it looked as if some rotary tool work and a small bit of hammer application would bring it into shape to work.
Notice all the excess space to fit fingers and tools in to the screws.
Old Ben of An Older Texan Remembers has passed on to his new adventures location. I will miss his blogs and humor.
That is the end of the harbor pier in the picture. It is about two miles across the water to the cutter according to Google maps.
The brilliant flash of genius told me to take the flap off the pants. That son of a gun was sewed on to stay there no matter what. About 45 minutes with my super sharp Swiss Army Knife working on the threads was enough to remove the flap.