In order to remove the clamp swarm from the boat, I had to make a few dozen angle-irons (actually they are angle-aluminums) to fasten to each fin of the mold to hold the sproingy monster chines in place. Which required a lot of time down on the floor. Which required inventing a new tool, which I think mechanics call a butt-creeper. The tool catalog wanted $129 for something that would do what I wanted, but about 20 minutes of inspired found-object coalition produced a suitable substitute for $0.00. Somehow this photo seems to imbue personality to the new creeper and its mischievous friend the trusty old Dewalt. They're up to something.
Although the last blast of espresso was still twitching in my veins, I figured I better walk out of the shop while the getting was good. Running loud power tools after midnight makes the neighbors suspicious. Tomorrow, floor joists. Or whatever they're called.
Note severe added bracing on the snout to combat the massive torque of pulling in the recalcitrant oak chines.