A use for that handle

Handle in previous post used as part of this prop. Crude but works.

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#1 by Old Fussbudget on July 2, 2011 - 11:39 am

It covers the corkscrew where he screws it into his wrist? Eeeww, yuk!

I suppose you spun the dome just to show off? 😉

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- #2 by albell on July 2, 2011 - 11:57 am
  
  The dome is a little stainless steel mixing bowl 🙂 I’d like to try spinning metal someday, but I seriously doubt I could spin stainless.
  
  I cut the hook from 1/4″ Al plate, and continued, but narrowed, the hook through the bowl as a tang. Like a knife, the base of the hook has a bolster that butts up against the bowl, the narrower tang continues on. I threaded a 15/16″ nut onto the tang (cutting its own threads), that and a washer holds the hook firm to the bowl. Then the handle driven on.
  
  I think it is good to make props that can stand some abuse, hate to have the hook fly off during a performance.
  
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#3 by Angus on July 2, 2011 - 1:06 pm

Do you know the story of how Captain Hook ended up with that device?

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- #4 by albell on July 2, 2011 - 1:24 pm
  
  a crocodile?
  
  ab
  
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#5 by Angus on July 2, 2011 - 1:59 pm

A pirate walks into a bar and the bartender says, “Hey, I haven’t seen you in a while. What happened, you look terrible!”

“Arrh – Not at ‘tall.” the pirate replies, “I be fine.” The bartender says, “But what about that wooden leg? You didn’t have that before.”

“Arrh!,” says the pirate, “We were in a battle at sea and a cannon ball hit me leg. But the surgeon fixed me up, and I be fine, really.”

“Yeah,” says the bartender, “But what about that hook? Last time I saw you, you had both hands.”

“Aye,” says the pirate, “We were in another battle and we boarded the enemy ship. I was in a sword fight and me hand was cut off. But the surgeon fixed me up with this hook, and I be feeling great, really.”

“Oh,” says the bartender, “What about that eye patch? Last time you were in here you had both eyes.”
“Arrh,” says the pirate, “One day on me deck, some gulls were flying over the ship. I looked up, and one of them–arrgh, he, pooped–in me eye.”

“So?” replied the bartender, “what happened? You couldn’t have lost an eye just from that!”

“Well,” says the pirate, “‘Twas me first day with me hook.”

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