That would be another bombproof knot that would work. And there are more, which leads me to an analogy regarding knots and spliced eyes.
A man was in the business of delivering dirt. He had the very richest dirt in the land and people wanted his dirt and would await delivery for weeks. He had a backlog of over a hundred people! He had a dump bed on his pickup and a rockin stereo. When he was delivering a load, he would listen to the radio, he'd groove to the music and he'd be thinkin, "I'm gonna make a paycheck and the people are gonna be so happy...." He would deliver his most excellent, rich, black soil, he would enjoy the praise, he would get his paycheck and he'd zoom on back, all excited, ready to start on another load.
Two weeks it would take him to fill up his pickup bed. SharpStickman was working close by one day, watching this guy all morning from high up in the tree, diligently loading his pickup truck. Sharpstick walked over to him around lunch and said, "Hey Dood, why are you loading your most excellent, loamy, nutrient-rich and balanced soil into the back of your pickup truck with a table-spoon???" "Cuz it works. In two weeks, I deliver another load and get another paycheck." Sharpstickman, feeling some compassion for the pithetic idiot said, "Hey, I've got an idea." Goes to his truck, pulls out an old rusty garden trowel. "Try this." sez SharpStick The garden trowel was SO MUCH faster. Now he could fill his truck in two days.
rbTree was working the next door over some time later. He was watching this man at his business from high up in the tree, diligently loading his pickup truck, walked over to him around lunch and said, "Hey Dood, why are you loading your most excellent, loamy, nutrient-rich and balanced soil into the back of your pickup truck with a Garden trowel???" "Cuz it works. In two days, I deliver another load and get another paycheck. Feeling some compassion for the dorkus maximus said, "Hey, I've got an idea." Rb goes to his truck, pulls out an old rusty spade shovel. "Try this." rb sez. The spade shovel was SO MUCH faster. Now he could fill his truck in two hours.
DadaTwins was doing some landscape work across the street and down two houses, across from the Smiths, kitty corner to the Joneses. His two kids were with him (they were twins, don'tcha know). The Twins watched for TWO HOURS as this hard-working muscle-bound individual loaded the entire bed of his pickup truck with a spade shovel. The very dirty, sweaty, partly dehydrated guy with sore shoulders and blistered hands, gets in his truck, cranks up the tunes, puts a big 'ol cheesey grin on his face and begins his most enjoyable part of his enture business- Rockin and rollin while delivering mulch, eatin a sammich, drinkin some Gatorade, knowing that when he got to his destination the people were gonna be so happy and they would praise him up and down and so very appreciatively cut him a check. This was pure joy. THIS was where it's at. What he used to enjoy every two weeks, and then every two days, he was now enjoying every TWO HOURS.
As Mr. Excellent loamy rich dark black soil was pullin out, DadaTwins saw this load of excellent loamy rich dark black soil driving by and thought to himself, "This yard we're doing here could really use a load of excellent loamy rich dark black soil."
Excellent loamy rich dark black soil man returned a short time later, jammin to his rock and roll and smilin from ear to ear, when DadaTwins flagged him down. "Hey there, neighbor, could we get from you a load of your excellent loamy rich dark black soil for use here in our landscaping?" "Sure thing. I'll have it ready for you in two hours."
Dadatwins said, OK, but he was hesitant because they were finished with the job- all except for the spreading of the excellent loamy rich dark black soil. The twins saw Dad furrow his brow, scratch his chin, and they knew he was pondering, "What are we gonna do for the next two hours while we wait for the excellent loamy rich dark black soil?" he thought. The twins had been aware of all that was goin' down and they had an idea. They ran up to Papa and started tuggin on his pantleg...
"Dad, Dad, Dad, hey, Dad dad, hey Dad..." Just a moment, boys, I'm scratching my chin and pondering. " But Dad, Dad, Dad, hey, Dad dad, hey Dad..." "Yessssss?" "We've got an idea! We've were watchin' him for two hours this morning. The reason it's takin two hours is because he's loading the pickup with a rusty spade shovel. Why don't we go over there with our NewHolland positrack skidsteer loader and fill it up for him." "Hey kids, that's a pretty good idea. You two know how to operate safely the NewHolland positrack skidsteer loader. Why don't YOU two go load him up."
Eagerly they jumped aboard, went through their OSHA-approved startup protocol, adhered to all safety procedures, and then sped down past two houses and across the street. The shovel man saw them coming and stepped out of the way. The NewHolland positrack skidsteer loader dug it's front loading bucket deep into the excellent loamy rich dark black soil. The shovel guy watched in amazement. His jaw dropped, his eyes widened. He was watching the ultimate in the loading of excellent loamy rich dark black soil. We was witnessing soil loading Nirvana.
In just TWO MINUTES, the 7 year olds had loaded the whole truck with excellent loamy rich dark black soil, turned, waved, and went back up the street, past two houses, across from the Smiths, kitty corner to the Joneses. "Good job, boys." dad said. The excellent loamy rich dark black soil truck was on it's way.
OK, there is a story to this moral, but I can't remember what it was. I kinda got lost in the story. I think it was that spliced ropes are easier to come by than NewHolland positrack skidsteer loaders, but you'll have to make up your own interpretations.
. good luck with the new rope.
