CTaylorJr
Well-Known Member
I got started making knives back in the early 80s in FFA and continued on until college activities, marriage, and career took over. I’ve never forgotten about knife making, but I did forget a few of the great things that go along with it!
The feel of a warm piece of metal in your hands that resembles exactly what you had in mind.
The satisfaction you get when you are required to change the shape of the knife mid grind and it still looks good!
Giggling like a school girl when the carbon layer from HT comes off easily since you took the time to get the blade smooth before HT.
Being as nervous as a kid at Christmas while you wait for the knife to finish its first temper session so you can touch it again!
Watching the scales you epoxied on last night take shape today better than you had anticipated they would.
Holding the roughed out handle in your hand and feeling just how good it fits in the palm.
And my favorite, which I had truly forgotten, the smell of Mother’s wax on your hands after the final hand rub finish on the knife… When I first popped the top on the can it literally took me back 15 years!
It’s great to be back into this world and I appreciate the welcome received here and the willingness for others to share their knowledge!
I think I’ll be at it for quite a while this trip! I have a LONG way to go before I am to the point of trying to peddle anything, but I have the time and will to get there!
Thanks Dogs!
Charlie
The feel of a warm piece of metal in your hands that resembles exactly what you had in mind.
The satisfaction you get when you are required to change the shape of the knife mid grind and it still looks good!
Giggling like a school girl when the carbon layer from HT comes off easily since you took the time to get the blade smooth before HT.
Being as nervous as a kid at Christmas while you wait for the knife to finish its first temper session so you can touch it again!
Watching the scales you epoxied on last night take shape today better than you had anticipated they would.
Holding the roughed out handle in your hand and feeling just how good it fits in the palm.
And my favorite, which I had truly forgotten, the smell of Mother’s wax on your hands after the final hand rub finish on the knife… When I first popped the top on the can it literally took me back 15 years!
It’s great to be back into this world and I appreciate the welcome received here and the willingness for others to share their knowledge!
I think I’ll be at it for quite a while this trip! I have a LONG way to go before I am to the point of trying to peddle anything, but I have the time and will to get there!
Thanks Dogs!
Charlie