I live just north of Austin, Medic, and I likely have swum in your favorite swimming hole. I love the Guadalupe. I've spent a good deal of time there. Perenially cool water, cold enough to keep the beer drinkable, even when it's 110 degrees in August.
My last dog had an issue with one of the chihuahuas that lived next door. Lived, past tense. That annoying little rodent dog was yapping away, like the foul creature that it was, and Jazzy, my late, lamented overly protective black Lab, decided that enough was enough. Jazzy didn't eat the nasty little creature. But she did jump the fence and bite it practically in half. It died on the spot. I wasn't sure whether to thrash her or hug her. The neighbor wife was mighty upset. The husband, several days later, very quietly thanked me and gave Jazzy the bone from a t-bone while we built a higher fence. I miss that old girl. She was unrestrained by inhibition.
Jsaab was describing my dilemma very well. That is the needle jet I referring to - the jet that the jet needle slides through down into the emulsifier tube. I'll rap it lightly and if it doesn't move I'll stop.
Patrick