Did your Traditional knife get a workout today? -Part II

Thanks gents.



"Bacon is good for me!" ;D

The blade was forged by UK knife maker Dave Budd, a 'primitive' blacksmith.

SP - That's a nice hatchet pattern :thumbup:

Dave Budd is a great bloke. I met him last year down in Devon. My 2 youngest boys,myself and my father in law (their grandad who doesn't see them all that often due to the tyranny of distance) did a 2 day bow making course with Dave at his non powered primitive woodland workshop in Cheriton Bishop. We created European flatbows which predate the longbow of merry men fame by 100s of years.At the time Alan was the oldest person and Peter was the youngest he'd ever had on a course. I might add that when i contacted him from Aus first up to organise a male bonding session for the boys and the grandad Dave was pretty much booked up. He very kindly organised a special weekday course time around my schedule.It wasn't cheap but definitely money well spent.If you live in UK and want to make a knife or axe such as the Romans or Saxons did using the same technology check him out.
Thats what I wnted to do but 9year olds ,70 year olds and primitive forging was probably a bit ambitious.
 
Aye, he's well kitted out for sure :) Though it must have been a bit nippy living in Sherwood Forest in Ye Olde t-shirt! :D
Marion-Alack and Alas good Robin.I'm bored. How long til we return to ye trysting oak in merrie Sherwood my love? (said with barely concealed annoyance)
Robin-Keep thy motor running fair maiden.I shall be right with thee once I have partook of a brimming horn of finest Ale or two..
Marion- Forsooths sake !
 
Marion-Alack and Alas good Robin.I'm bored. How long til we return to ye trysting oak in merrie Sherwood my love? (said with barely concealed annoyance)
Robin-Keep thy motor running fair maiden.I shall be right with thee once I have partook of a brimming horn of finest Ale or two..
Marion- Forsooths sake !

:D :thumbup:
 
Dave Budd is a great bloke.

If you live in UK and want to make a knife or axe such as the Romans or Saxons did using the same technology check him out.

That he is and that he does.

I really enjoyed the experience I had a few years back. Pumping those old pot bellows, twice over and then having to hammer under someone else's 'efforts' was hard work mind.....good and honest though.

This is what I managed to knock up on my two day course:



I've handled (I.e. slapped handles on and made pants for) several of Dave's blades in the past. Wish I'd hung on to a couple of em. Still have a couple left too.
 
I thought I'd just done a great job wrapping up a large parcel for another forum member in good old-fashioned brown paper.

Until I noticed I'd forgotten to include something, and had to use my Charlow to cut the tape :(
 
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That stabilized Birch is absolutely gorgeous! The bacons not bad either. :-)
 
I thought I'd just done a great job wrapping up a large parcel for another forum member in good old-fashioned brown paper.

Until I noticed I'd forgotten to include something, and had to use my Charlow to cut the tape :(
Brown paper has always been my preferred paper for wrapping, passed down from my dad who does not believe in unnecessary frills. He's also given me a hunk of coal every year for Christmas for the past 31 years...

Ok, so on to the real meat and potatoes. Today I went to make the coffee (as I do everyday because I show up at the office a half hour early due to carpooling with the girl) and to my horror there was no coffee to be had. I went to Linda, our receptionist to see if she had a lead on to where I might procure more. She brought me to a secret stockroom I'd never been in before. HER KEY WOULD NOT OPEN THE LOCK. I pulled out my trusty case stockman and shimmed the bolt back with the clip point. Coffee was had by all. The end.
 
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Brown paper has always been my preferred paper for wrapping, passed down from my dad who does not believe in unnecessary frills. He's also given me a hunk of coal every year for Christmas for the past 31 years...

I really like to use, and also unwrap brown paper, particularly if string is involved! :D

I used to get an apple and an orange and a new penny! :D

Ok, so on to the real meat and potatoes. Today I went to make the coffee (as I do everyday because I show up at the office a half hour early due to carpooling with the girl) and to my horror there was no coffee to be had. I went to Linda, our receptionist to see if she had a lead on to where I might procure more. She brought me to a secret stockroom I'd never been in before. HER KEY WOULD NOT OPEN THE LOCK. I pulled out my trusty case stockman and shimmed the bolt back with the clip point. Coffee was had by all. The end.

That's a GREAT story :thumbup:
 
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start of beef risotto

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skipped few steps,but result is nice,warm and creamy,perfect for this cold day ;)
 
Very nice Rinos, just the thing on a cold day :thumbup:
 
I was browsing an antiques/vintage shop this afternoon, when I came across a colection of lapel badges (pins). They were very neatly displayed in a small cabinet which had drawers divided into small rectangles. However, the largest badge was sat in its little 'box' so snugly that I couldn't get it out to have a look. The pen-blade on my Alfred Blackwell Lambsfoot was just the thing to lever it out. How do people get by without a pocket-knife? :)

Neat pic, Jack. Those are some cool pins. Seems you Brits place a high value on symbols of your organizations and such; I haven't seen many badges like that on this side of the pond; sadly, I think that most Yanks don't/didn't want to spring for the 4- and 5-color enamel jobs. ;)
As to your query... Lord knows, I have no idea! ;)
 
Brown paper has always been my preferred paper for wrapping, passed down from my dad who does not believe in unnecessary frills. He's also given me a hunk of coal every year for Christmas for the past 31 years...

Ok, so on to the real meat and potatoes. Today I went to make the coffee (as I do everyday because I show up at the office a half hour early due to carpooling with the girl) and to my horror there was no coffee to be had. I went to Linda, our receptionist to see if she had a lead on to where I might procure more. She brought me to a secret stockroom I'd never been in before. HER KEY WOULD NOT OPEN THE LOCK. I pulled out my trusty case stockman and shimmed the bolt back with the clip point. Coffee was had by all. The end.
Haha! Knice!
I have a similar tale...
On Friday, everyone cleared out of work early. Must have been a slow day for some folks around here. Well... That included my boss and my coworker, who are the only two people with whom I share my workshop (the brass sits upstairs in their offices & cubes). I, on the other hand, did not have the luxury of an early departure, as I was out on the river tweaking a radar system on one of our tugs.
When I got back to the dock, I saw the empty parking lot and the darkened windows. Uh-oh... the keys to my truck normally hang on a little hook by my desk, in case anyone needs to move my vehicle while I'm elsewhere. And, of course, my guys locked up our shop, not knowing when I would return.
Not wanting to camp out for the weekend, I gained access to the main building with my key-card, which works 24/7, and then used my big Robeson/Queen barlow (with its miraculously thin blade) to jimmy the latch on the inner door of my workshop. :D
What do people do, without a pocket knife? ;)
 
Neat pic, Jack. Those are some cool pins. Seems you Brits place a high value on symbols of your organizations and such; I haven't seen many badges like that on this side of the pond; sadly, I think that most Yanks don't/didn't want to spring for the 4- and 5-color enamel jobs. ;)

Thanks Alex. Yeah, it seems even the tiniest club here has to have a pin. If you collected them, finances aside, you could easily acquire 10.000 I think. Bowls clubs have only ever been the preserve of the elderly and middle-class here, and have been on the wane for decades, yet I came across a collection of around 100 pins from different clubs. Who'd a thunk it! :D

I have a similar tale...
On Friday, everyone cleared out of work early. Must have been a slow day for some folks around here. Well... That included my boss and my coworker, who are the only two people with whom I share my workshop (the brass sits upstairs in their offices & cubes). I, on the other hand, did not have the luxury of an early departure, as I was out on the river tweaking a radar system on one of our tugs.
When I got back to the dock, I saw the empty parking lot and the darkened windows. Uh-oh... the keys to my truck normally hang on a little hook by my desk, in case anyone needs to move my vehicle while I'm elsewhere. And, of course, my guys locked up our shop, not knowing when I would return.
Not wanting to camp out for the weekend, I gained access to the main building with my key-card, which works 24/7, and then used my big Robeson/Queen barlow (with its miraculously thin blade) to jimmy the latch on the inner door of my workshop. :D
What do people do, without a pocket knife? ;)

Another great tale :thumbup:

Yeah, what DO they do?! :confused:

Winter is most definitely here now. My faithful Castor helped me make a hearty stew :)

 
My son at dinner asked for a knife to help him out with his steak.
A boy's knife helping a boy ;-)

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I used my fine GEC Bullet End Jack (gifted by a kind forum member) to open a pkg from another friend containing a used SAK, 93mm Red ALOX Solo. It was a good day! Much to be thankful for this week.....
 
Haha! Knice!
I have a similar tale...
On Friday, everyone cleared out of work early. Must have been a slow day for some folks around here. Well... That included my boss and my coworker, who are the only two people with whom I share my workshop (the brass sits upstairs in their offices & cubes). I, on the other hand, did not have the luxury of an early departure, as I was out on the river tweaking a radar system on one of our tugs.
When I got back to the dock, I saw the empty parking lot and the darkened windows. Uh-oh... the keys to my truck normally hang on a little hook by my desk, in case anyone needs to move my vehicle while I'm elsewhere. And, of course, my guys locked up our shop, not knowing when I would return.
Not wanting to camp out for the weekend, I gained access to the main building with my key-card, which works 24/7, and then used my big Robeson/Queen barlow (with its miraculously thin blade) to jimmy the latch on the inner door of my workshop. :D
What do people do, without a pocket knife? ;)

They have a miserable coffee-less morning then get locked out of their car. Get home after calling the locksmith, go on the internet and question why people carry knives.
 
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