They say a bad day fishing is better than a good day at work.
This is a philosophical post.
I need healing. Or a beer.
It has been years and years since I have thrown a stubborn knife project across the room in anger.
I am ashamed to say I did it this morning. I instantly felt foolish and hoped no one else saw it. I did notice no one came around me after that.
I had to crawl and look under the bench to find my parts. I still haven't found my hand file.
I am milling out the underside of a scale to fit the guts in.
I couldn't get it under a 1/8" scale and that was my goal.
Below is where I have it milled out and it didn't fit.
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Here is where I was using a hand file to just widen the opening to make it fit and broke it clean in half.
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I scaled up (bad pun) the size to 3/16" thickness and I can now make it all work but the fit for the switch opening is absolutely hideous.
I will make sure this all works and then use this (hideous) scale to make a new scale that doesn't look like a 10 year old did it.
I can see several issues now with my switch design and spring design I was so proud of yesterday before I started to cover it up with a scale. I hope I can work around them.
It works but it isn't great. I didn't profile this scale as I changed my order of work flow to concentrate on fitting the switch and milling out the pockets needed.
All day: Mill some, check it, doesn't fit, mill some more, check it, doesn't fit, repeat for 4 hours.
I finally got it all together and working.
As it is now, I could clean this up and call it done but I would hate it more than I do already.
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I am going to have a beer and maybe go fishing.