Spiders on Webbing now available at www.DutchwareGear.com

[Yojimbo]

I like the look of these. They are similar to Papa's MultiBuckle but lighter and Ti. The thing I took from the video is how you were attaching the whoopie. I really like it and find if holds much better than how I doing it before.

[Charliez317]

Hi group, my name is Charliez317 and I'm now a Dutch-aholic.

[Dublinlin]

Hi group, my name is Charliez317 and I'm now a Dutch-aholic.

Welcome to the club, Charliez317!

[Mouseskowitz]

Have you tried these with two lines coming off a bridge?

[Dutch]

Have you tried these with two lines coming off a bridge?

No, it would have to be pretty big loops at the apex. I also am just not sure it would work. I would connect the apex with a continuous loop and put the loop on the spider.

[hutzelbein]

Dang it, just when I thought I was done with ordering (at least until next year), and just when my Black Friday order was on its way...

[Canahang]

DANG IT! I JUST got my Dutch buckles in the mail

Oh oh. I don't have much money, but my Spidey cents is jingling.

I feel like no one applauded these puns enough! Us Canadians are hilarious.

[GreatBigDave]

... Us Canadians are hilarious.

Sorry.

Feel free to send me those heavy, nasty, obsolete Dutch Buckles.

[TominMN]

Us Canadians are hilarious.

Just ask them...

[Ratdog]

I swear Dutch is related to Mary Howitt.

An old fable, one of Aesop's and the poem by M. Howitt.

"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly;
"'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to show when you are there."
"O no, no," said the little fly, "To ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in."
"O no, no," said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said,
They NEVER, NEVER WAKE again, who sleep upon YOUR bed."

Said the cunning spider to the fly, "Dear friend, what shall I do,
To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome; will you please to take a slice?
"O no, no," said the little fly, "kind sir, that cannot be;
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see."

"Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise,
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf,
If you'll step in one moment dear, you shall behold yourself."
I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,
And bidding you good-morning NOW, I'll call ANOTHER day."

The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly fly would soon be back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready to dine upon the fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
"Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing:
Your robes are green and purple; there's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead."

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
Hearing his wily flattering words, came slowly flitting by.
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her crested head - POOR FOOLISH THING! At last,
Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlor; but she ne'er came out again!

And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed;
Unto an evil counselor close heart, and ear, and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.