No worship here, but a great respect for any master - even if they do not agree with anyone else. Maybe idolize was a bit extreme. Different methods, same end results, respect for all. And maybe I should clarify a bit, I am not a highly skilled smith, I would be considered an apprentice at best in the old trade systems. In carpentry and masonry materials I would put my work against the best in the world. I would loose of course, but still I would compete without any fear. In blacksmithing, I have knowledge but only limited time at the anvil. Best feeling in the world though, and even my very first blades were easy due to many years swinging many different hammers. Heat treating is an obsession so I believe that soon my blades will be at an acceptable minimal quality. I have worked on toys and tools and done modeling, sculpting, carving, and woodworking my entire life. I ground out my first knife (shank) at nine years old on grandpa's grinder from some kind of ag steel bracket. Still have it.
Funny first story on wanting to forge. My grandma took me to play over to town with two sons of a preacher. Soon, I had excited their minds with the idea of a sword. We found a sledge, rebar, and some gas. Gas and rebar onto a concrete patio, convince the younger to steal a lighter. I lit it up and starting dancing around the spreading flames, whacking away with the sledge as best I could. One boy ran for mom, the other started crying. I seem to recall laughing like a maniac and enjoying the process greatly. No remorse at all at any time afterwards - needless to say, no more playdates. I spent the rest of my summers playing on the scrap steel pile where I belonged. Later on I beat a civet cat (fast skunk) to death with a steel pipe with a little help from an ancient snake dog, Bullet, right next to my pile of scrap. Good times.