"Carl's Lounge" (Off-Topic Discussion, Traditional Knife "Tales & Vignettes")

[Jolipapa]

And assuming there are still kids.

 

[meako]

Randy-Peter loves to talk it up a bit- Listening to him tell his BMX skills you could be forgiven for thinking it was Evel Knievel talking.
His brother Ryan broke his wrist whilst on a scout camp-one of his knuckleheaded mates pushed him off a fence -but didn't say anything til he got home 2 days later!!! then it was oh my wrists a bit sore.
If you wanna talk pain threshhold he is the new benchmark.
Paul-we did the one car thing for the first 14years in Wollongong (been here 16 lol) logistical nightmare and now that we have 2 neither of us can work out how we did it -and thats with 3 boys at the peak.
I cycled to work actually smashing the 9minute record at one point.
My biggest nemeses on the road were the local bus company-its a bus not a sports car!
Rookie-and people will still throw that last empty beer can into the water next to the "beware of crocodile" sign and jump in for a cooling swim never to be seen of again. Crocs go for the easy meat they don't waste any energy. Pesky mallard indeed- wouldn't even touch the sides

 

[screened porch]

I don't remember exactly what this was about, but I think you were speculating about a future where something might still be there for kids, and I was speculating that the human race mightn't have many generations of future left, hence the "if there are still kids".

 

[pmew]

A buddy of mine bought a boat a while ago which he has moored in the loch. He was asking about for a punt to get him to and from the mooring and the shore. I saw him recently and he told me he had sorted his problem out. I thought nothing more of it until yesterday when I was walking my dog at the slipway where I came across this:



[emoji33]


- Paul

 

[BigBiscuit]

Rub-a-dub-dub.

 

[screened porch]

I'll be ding-blasted. Is that board arrangement on the near end for an outboard motor? Is that ballast in the white bin?
Punts are easy to build, but not as easy as that.
I hope you catch a shot of it in use one of these days.

 

[pmew]

I'll be ding-blasted. Is that board arrangement on the near end for an outboard motor? Is that ballast in the white bin?
Punts are easy to build, but not as easy as that.
I hope you catch a shot of it in use one of these days.

I'm quite shocked. It's a half domestic heating oil tank reinforced with pine off cuts. The red fish box is screwed in and used as a seat, the white one has some random odds and ends of fishing paraphernalia. As far as I know, the cove can't swim either!


- Paul

 

[mrknife]

A buddy of mine bought a boat a while ago which he has moored in the loch. He was asking about for a punt to get him to and from the mooring and the shore. I saw him recently and he told me he had sorted his problem out. I thought nothing more of it until yesterday when I was walking my dog at the slipway where I came across this:



[emoji33]


- Paul

That looks more like the roof of a pethouse than a boat. I dont sail very often, but it doesnt appear to be very seaworthy craft

 

[r redden]

Reminds me of something from my growing up days. There was a small lake not far from us that's been filled in now and the boy's and I would go fishing there a lot. As we sat under an old apple tree one day we saw something sticking out of the water. We dove into investigate and found the end an old Jon boat sticking up. So boy's being boy's we spent the next couple of days retrieving that old boat from it's watery grave. When we finally got it out of the mud and water we saw it had a good sized hole in the side and bottom. That didn't stop us at all we started the task of dragging that old boat home. Now once we got home with it we started to devise a plan to bring it back to life. We could see our selves floating across that old lake fishing gear in hand and catching the fresh water version of Moby Dick. Now we had thought of a lot of ways to repair that old boat but it was Ray that was inspired by a bit of genius and offered up a plan that should have gotten some kind of award. We could hunt and gather all the old plastic containers we could find, melt them down and pour the melted plastic in that big old hole. After all plastic was waterproof and once melted would adhere to the wood of that old boat thus effectively plugging that hole. So we started our quest for as many old plastic jugs we could find. Over the next couple of weeks we set out every day in search of plastic. Now it's amazing just how many products came in plastic containers and we gathered all we could find. We finally looked up one day and saw we had gathered a huge pile of old plastic. So began the daunting task of breaking all that plastic down. Now in those days every self respecting country boy had a pocket knife in his pocket knife in his pocket and Barlow's were the knife of choice and carried by my crew. We sat down in a circle around that mound of plastic containers pulled out our Barlow's and began cutting that old plastic up. Once cut up we started contemplating how to best melt that plastic. The first thing we did was to build a fire and put plastic in an old metal bucket sat the bucket on the fire and wait for it to melt. That way we could just pour out that plastic and it would form perfectly to the old boat. Problem was we couldn't get the plastic to melt fast enough and when some did melt it would cool off fast and stick to that old bucket. After much trial and error we found the magic formula. We took an old piece of tin roofing carefully molded around the hull of that old boat ad started laying the pieces of plastic in the hole and melted them a few pieces at a time with a propane torch we borrowed from my Grandfather. Man this was ingenious because it worked so well. The hole was patched the roofing tin removed and she was ready for her maiden voyage. The only thing missing were paddles and the only thing I'll say about this is it sure takes a lot of work to fashion a couple of paddles out of a piece of plywood when you do it with a few boys and their Barlow's. The big day was here we had dragged our masterpiece on an old wagon to that fishing lake the day before and camped by her side that night. First light came that morning with a magnificent mist rising from the water it was beautiful and the perfect morning for launching such a great craft. With visions of fishing nirvana in our heads we sat her in the water carefully. SHE FLOATS!! The culmination of all our hard and dedicated work was coming to fruition. We carefully laid our fishing poles and bait bucket in the craft crawled in and began to paddle with the excitement of explorers on their first trip down the Amazon. We had gotten about fifty feet off shore when we started hearing a strange sucking noise. Then it happened our ingenious plug leaped out of that hole and our ship went down fast to the very bottom of that old lake. We managed to retrieve our fishing poles but lost our bait bucket. The walk home that day was silent each of us wondering what had gone wrong, did we really not possess great engineering skills or was this just a fluke absorbed in the many mysteries of life. We left that old boat in it's watery grave along with our dreams of the greatest fishing trip ever.

 

[BigBiscuit]

Hahaha. Great story Randy. I felt like I was there as a kid with you. As a kid I had an old Sears boat. Me and my buddy made a crude trailer for it only we didn't drive yet. So we put four wheels on it and the two of us would push the whole contraption down the street to the local pond. It wasn't an easy push home though as it was uphill and a heavy load for a couple of 12 year olds. We didn't care though. We'd spend just about every day pushing that rig to the pond to fish and we were the happiest kids around.

 

[pmew]

Reminds me of something from my growing up days. There was a small lake not far from us that's been filled in now and the boy's and I would go fishing there a lot. As we sat under an old apple tree one day we saw something sticking out of the water. We dove into investigate and found the end an old Jon boat sticking up. So boy's being boy's we spent the next couple of days retrieving that old boat from it's watery grave. When we finally got it out of the mud and water we saw it had a good sized hole in the side and bottom. That didn't stop us at all we started the task of dragging that old boat home. Now once we got home with it we started to devise a plan to bring it back to life. We could see our selves floating across that old lake fishing gear in hand and catching the fresh water version of Moby Dick. Now we had thought of a lot of ways to repair that old boat but it was Ray that was inspired by a bit of genius and offered up a plan that should have gotten some kind of award. We could hunt and gather all the old plastic containers we could find, melt them down and pour the melted plastic in that big old hole. After all plastic was waterproof and once melted would adhere to the wood of that old boat thus effectively plugging that hole. So we started our quest for as many old plastic jugs we could find. Over the next couple of weeks we set out every day in search of plastic. Now it's amazing just how many products came in plastic containers and we gathered all we could find. We finally looked up one day and saw we had gathered a huge pile of old plastic. So began the daunting task of breaking all that plastic down. Now in those days every self respecting country boy had a pocket knife in his pocket knife in his pocket and Barlow's were the knife of choice and carried by my crew. We sat down in a circle around that mound of plastic containers pulled out our Barlow's and began cutting that old plastic up. Once cut up we started contemplating how to best melt that plastic. The first thing we did was to build a fire and put plastic in an old metal bucket sat the bucket on the fire and wait for it to melt. That way we could just pour out that plastic and it would form perfectly to the old boat. Problem was we couldn't get the plastic to melt fast enough and when some did melt it would cool off fast and stick to that old bucket. After much trial and error we found the magic formula. We took an old piece of tin roofing carefully molded around the hull of that old boat ad started laying the pieces of plastic in the hole and melted them a few pieces at a time with a propane torch we borrowed from my Grandfather. Man this was ingenious because it worked so well. The hole was patched the roofing tin removed and she was ready for her maiden voyage. The only thing missing were paddles and the only thing I'll say about this is it sure takes a lot of work to fashion a couple of paddles out of a piece of plywood when you do it with a few boys and their Barlow's. The big day was here we had dragged our masterpiece on an old wagon to that fishing lake the day before and camped by her side that night. First light came that morning with a magnificent mist rising from the water it was beautiful and the perfect morning for launching such a great craft. With visions of fishing nirvana in our heads we sat her in the water carefully. SHE FLOATS!! The culmination of all our hard and dedicated work was coming to fruition. We carefully laid our fishing poles and bait bucket in the craft crawled in and began to paddle with the excitement of explorers on their first trip down the Amazon. We had gotten about fifty feet off shore when we started hearing a strange sucking noise. Then it happened our ingenious plug leaped out of that hole and our ship went down fast to the very bottom of that old lake. We managed to retrieve our fishing poles but lost our bait bucket. The walk home that day was silent each of us wondering what had gone wrong, did we really not possess great engineering skills or was this just a fluke absorbed in the many mysteries of life. We left that old boat in it's watery grave along with our dreams of the greatest fishing trip ever.

That is a great yarn Randy.


- Paul

 

[mrknife]

Randy and Bob, great stories! growing up in the city i dont get opportunities like that. I didnt even go on a fishing trip like that with friends well until the end of college. I had packed up my dorm room and a short week until graduation. My parents took the stuff home and left me with a car. There was the professor's graduation party for the students and then I drove to my friend's and stayed for a few days. We had strapped a couple of canoes he had on to his jeep, and i strapped a couple of beers on to my life vest, then we paddled out. Lazy summer day on a lake that was near the back yard of a long island power plant. We even had a game, first one to catch a fish, loser had to buy the first round later. What a great time! thanks for the trip down memory lane fellas

 

[Jack Black]

I'm quite shocked. It's a half domestic heating oil tank reinforced with pine off cuts. The red fish box is screwed in and used as a seat, the white one has some random odds and ends of fishing paraphernalia. As far as I know, the cove can't swim either!

LOL! He'll be setting out to cross the Atlantic next! :thumbup:

That is a great yarn Randy.

+1 :thumbup:

 

[btb01]

Great story, Randy! I bet from the shore that would've been a sight to see, a bunch of kids scrambling to save their gear while their self-repaired old boat sunk quickly beneath them.

 

[screened porch]

I'm quite shocked. It's a half domestic heating oil tank reinforced with pine off cuts. The red fish box is screwed in and used as a seat, the white one has some random odds and ends of fishing paraphernalia. As far as I know, the cove can't swim either!


- Paul

..Wow.

 

[pertinux]

Reminds me of something from my growing up days. There was a small lake not far from us that's been filled in now and the boy's and I would go fishing there a lot.

As we sat under an old apple tree one day we saw something sticking out of the water. We dove in to investigate and found the end an old Jon boat sticking up. So boy's being boy's we spent the next couple of days retrieving that old boat from it's watery grave. When we finally got it out of the mud and water we saw it had a good sized hole in the side and bottom. That didn't stop us at all; we started the task of dragging that old boat home.

Now once we got home with it we started to devise a plan to bring it back to life. We could see our selves floating across that old lake fishing gear in hand and catching the fresh water version of Moby Dick. Now we had thought of a lot of ways to repair that old boat but it was Ray that was inspired by a bit of genius and offered up a plan that should have gotten some kind of award. We could hunt and gather all the old plastic containers we could find, melt them down and pour the melted plastic in that big old hole. After all plastic was waterproof and once melted would adhere to the wood of that old boat thus effectively plugging that hole.

So we started our quest for as many old plastic jugs we could find. Over the next couple of weeks we set out every day in search of plastic. Now it's amazing just how many products came in plastic containers and we gathered all we could find. We finally looked up one day and saw we had gathered a huge pile of old plastic. So began the daunting task of breaking all that plastic down. Now in those days every self respecting country boy had a pocket knife in his pocket knife in his pocket and Barlow's were the knife of choice and carried by my crew. We sat down in a circle around that mound of plastic containers pulled out our Barlow's and began cutting that old plastic up. Once cut up we started contemplating how to best melt that plastic.

The first thing we did was to build a fire and put plastic in an old metal bucket sat the bucket on the fire and wait for it to melt. That way we could just pour out that plastic and it would form perfectly to the old boat. Problem was we couldn't get the plastic to melt fast enough and when some did melt it would cool off fast and stick to that old bucket. After much trial and error we found the magic formula. We took an old piece of tin roofing carefully molded around the hull of that old boat ad started laying the pieces of plastic in the hole and melted them a few pieces at a time with a propane torch we borrowed from my Grandfather. Man this was ingenious because it worked so well. The hole was patched the roofing tin removed and she was ready for her maiden voyage.

The only thing missing were paddles and the only thing I'll say about this is it sure takes a lot of work to fashion a couple of paddles out of a piece of plywood when you do it with a few boys and their Barlow's.

The big day was here we had dragged our masterpiece on an old wagon to that fishing lake the day before and camped by her side that night. First light came that morning with a magnificent mist rising from the water it was beautiful and the perfect morning for launching such a great craft. With visions of fishing nirvana in our heads we sat her in the water carefully. SHE FLOATS!! The culmination of all our hard and dedicated work was coming to fruition. We carefully laid our fishing poles and bait bucket in the craft crawled in and began to paddle with the excitement of explorers on their first trip down the Amazon.

We had gotten about fifty feet off shore when we started hearing a strange sucking noise. Then it happened our ingenious plug leaped out of that hole and our ship went down fast to the very bottom of that old lake. We managed to retrieve our fishing poles but lost our bait bucket. The walk home that day was silent each of us wondering what had gone wrong, did we really not possess great engineering skills or was this just a fluke absorbed in the many mysteries of life. We left that old boat in it's watery grave along with our dreams of the greatest fishing trip ever.

Great story! I took the liberty of adding some paragraph breaks, for those of us who browse BF without our glasses.

I am reminded of my brother's and my plan to jump off our roof and gently float to the ground, courtesy of the parachute painstakingly constructed from newspapers, string, and several rolls of scotch tape.

[Alas, our grand plan was thwarted when-- after removing the sheets and blankets from all the beds in the house and placing them on the ground beneath the roof just in case-- we summoned the audience -- our mother-- for the Big Jump.]

~ P.

 

[screened porch]

We had gotten about fifty feet off shore when we started hearing a strange sucking noise. Then it happened our ingenious plug leaped out of that hole and our ship went down fast to the very bottom of that old lake. We managed to retrieve our fishing poles but lost our bait bucket. The walk home that day was silent each of us wondering what had gone wrong, did we really not possess great engineering skills or was this just a fluke absorbed in the many mysteries of life. We left that old boat in it's watery grave along with our dreams of the greatest fishing trip ever.

Let's haul 'er up and do it again, but leave the roofing tin on with a bead of caulk, and another piece on the inside.

 

[mrknife]

Great story! I took the liberty of adding some paragraph breaks, for those of us who browse BF without our glasses.

I am reminded of my brother's and my plan to jump off our roof and gently float to the ground, courtesy of the parachute painstakingly constructed from newspapers, string, and several rolls of scotch tape.

[Alas, our grand plan was thwarted when-- after removing the sheets and blankets from all the beds in the house and placing them on the ground beneath the roof just in case-- we summoned the audience -- our mother-- for the Big Jump.]

~ P.

mommy does love her babies so, she didnt let it happen!

 

[pertinux]

mommy does love her babies so, she didnt let it happen!

I think she was as upset at having to re-make all the beds as she was about our possible demise.

~ P.

 

[btb01]

A buddy of mine bought a boat a while ago which he has moored in the loch. He was asking about for a punt to get him to and from the mooring and the shore. I saw him recently and he told me he had sorted his problem out. I thought nothing more of it until yesterday when I was walking my dog at the slipway where I came across this:

Paul, that "boat" is something else! All he needs is an electric trolling motor and a car battery and he should be good to go.