Fly-in Fea-Market Score

 

Went over to a little Fly-in Flea-Market in Middleton NH a couple week ends ago and the host had a big spread of machine shop tooling  purportedly from the old Chance-Vought plant in Connecticut that used to build the Corsairs back in WW2 . 

No prices , just pick a handful for ten bucks sorta deal .

Some of it identifiable some of it absolutely foreign to my eyes .

Didn't need any of it but it was just too good a deal to pass up so I picked a handful .

A roll of  . 0200 safety wire .  A . 2488 thousands reamer. A fractional drill gauge and a two pound bag of stubby drill bits in assorted sizes all for ten dollars .

Oddest darn things too . Never seen anything like it . Top quality stuff , diamond sharp edges . But I've never seen the blunt end like that . Some kind of quick disconnect deal for a gang drill set up where multiple holes were all drilled at once in aircraft spars and skins . They are used tool room refurbished as all had brand new edges and fresh blueing on them . They work slick in my hand held drill too and the stubby bits are real nice for precise drilling as there is absolutely no wobble with them . Now I wish I'd have grabbed a couple more handfuls . 

DEPORTATION . . . because it's the only solution .

 There . . . that should trigger a few window licking libtards .

So about a week ago I saw this around the back side of the garage . A new hole going under the slab . Seems we have a bumper crop of little shit-munks this year and they are digging new burrows wherever they feel like .

Not good as that location is a low spot that tends to flood and freeze in late winter with the likelihood of water now going under the slab and the resulting ice pushing up and busting the concrete .

I dug down about a foot and put some half inch wire mesh against the edge , covered it with soil and put some cinder blocks over it .

 But it made no difference , they found a way around my obstacles .

Time to get serious then , and there was only one solution .

 

DEPORTATION OF UNDESIRABLES . 

Looking at what Tractor Supply had for traps none was small enough and they were asking close to $50 for the smallest they had . Screw that . A half hour of tinkering with the available scraps in my garage produced this .

Just like the store bought only at zero cost .

Works slicker than snot too .

Number one found the sunflower seeds in the bottle cap irresistible and was caught within fifteen minutes .

So did number two .

 As did number three . 

 . . . number four

. . .  number five . . .

 and number six , all caught within fifteen minutes of setting up the trap . Four of them just today .

Now isn't that a much more idyllic place to live than under my garage slab  ?

And no one will care where you dig your burrows .

I am sure Mr Woodchuck from last July would be quite happy to have you as neighbors . No I did not pay for that trap either . Someone down the street put it out by the curb with a FREE sign . That one is worth a couple hundred dollars if you had to pay for it today . 

Overall my home built shit-munk trap is a raging success . 

That's five . . . six of them caught within two days .

Silence is Golden . . .

 My little shit-box hundred dollar mower has had little to no attention since I bought it used from the Oak Hill hardware store twenty years ago . A display model they used to mow the strip in front of the store and sold cheap at the end of the season . 

 

I may have changed the oil in it once or twice but that's about it . It never fails to start on the first or second pull no matter how much I neglect it . I run it for fifteen minutes once a week in the summer to trim up the edges and corners I can't get into with the riding mower . In the last couple years it started surging a bit and fuel consumption was significantly greater , but you know how it goes . If it runs don't mess with it . This spring it started as easy a ever on the second pull , but the surging was definitely a bit worse this time around . All this means that the thing needed attention as the carb diaphragm was toast and it was running mostly on the choke circuit . So time for some attention .

It's one of those 500 series 3.75 hp Brigg and Stratton with the plastic carb mounted right on the tank .

This is the part you need . Diaphragm goes against the tank with the paper gasket over it .

 While it was apart I cleaned it and blew some carb cleaner through all the jets and passages and put it all back together . And it now starts and runs with absolutely no surging at all . 

Just for shits and giggles I replaced the two governor springs on the carb as the smaller idle control one had gone missing a while back and the larger one was mangled badly .

As to the silence part . . . yea this thing is not very quiet . It will rattle the fillings out of your teeth and leave your ears ringing in a couple minutes . It is downright painful .

So . . . 

About ten years ago I picked up a box of these brass drain fittings at Mardens Discount for about fifty cents a piece, figuring they may be useful for some project .

And I think this one is just about right after some modificating with a hacksaw, a drill and the right size socket to stretch the neck a little bit .  Smashed the end down over a large screwdriver, drilled some 3/16ths holes on one side and folded the corners over to pinch it tight .

It actually makes for a real nice press fit on the can that passes for a "muffler" on this thing.

And it drops the harsh rap of the engine to a much more tolerable level . 

Silence is indeed golden now .

Cat Food

 Because marketing . . .

Exactly the same junk . Imported from Holland too. Embiggen to read fine print.

Pearl approves

Sold Dad's old Ford 8N today

 I hate to see it go but I have not started it in three years and really don't have much use for it anymore .
 

The young man that does the mowing and plowing for mom wanted it and agreed to take it in exchange for $2500 of his services . 

 He showed me photos of another one like it he and his brother just restored and it really looks nice , so I trust it is in good hands .

As we could not get it to fire up I raised the bucket with my jack and we braced it in place . Had to pump up the left hand tire and miraculously it actually held pressure though it was pissing the calcium chloride out the valve stem . . .

. . .  and they towed it a mile up the road to his house behind his truck .

 It's sad to see it leave , but in the end we are only temporary custodians of these marvelous relics .