Crab pots ahoy

So ever since that day that cousin Sandy and I do not talk about, my loud mouthed (in talking about that day) father has been inundated with crab pots. Some are in a sorry state, but all welcome. My secondary task this weekend has been to mend some, and so far I have 3 workable. Eeeeexcellent. Those pesky crabs don't stand a chance. Right, who's got the rope?
Really long rope... S