Watts be damned, you are worth them. Now excuse me while I go cry a bit.
In addition, please disregard what I said when you grabbed some extra Upper Penninsula white pines, hemp rope, cinder blocks, and chain to whip up an actual working trebuchet on the shoreline of Lake Superior that one time. Your creative energy easily saw beyond the limitations I placed on the situation. It wasn't until we had that damned trebuchet together that I realized that day at the beach that could easily have been ordinary and forgotten instead became one that I'll remember forever. Plus it made for a cool beach fire days later. Hot dogs and all. Thanks again. Of course, someone could have been killed as that 30 pound stone travelled some distance into the lake. The likelyhood of that was miniscule and the I think the entire collatteral damage of that creative excercise was someone getting a pinched finger. The incredible value of that creative endeavor, the teamwork, and trust built is something I'd pinch my finger for any day. This is quite a feeling. I trust you completely. Jeff
- Of course, someone could have been killed as that 30 pound stone travelled some distance into the lake. The likelyhood of that was miniscule and the I think the entire collatteral damage of that creative excercise was someone getting a pinched finger. The incredible value of that creative endeavor, the teamwork, and trust built is something I'd pinch my finger for any day.
I won't ever forget it either. I'll have to dig up the pictures and post them. I remember our biggest mistake was using old jeans for the sling. :) Luckily they didn't give out on the backswing and send the stone into the neighbor's cottage. If we go for trebuchet 2.0, I'm sure we can get quite a bit further into the lake.