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Most of you guys know me as a collector but I've been dabbling in my workshop for a little while now too. Between a few other projects I've had in the works over the past few months, I managed to make myself an integral utility knife and took several pictures along the way. I always enjoy the "making of" threads when I see them posted by other makers, so I figured I'd post one myself.
I began this project on a cold night in late January, 2007. I put on an extra layer over my sweatshirt before heading out to the shop - the thermometer read minus 10. I walked out to the shop, kicked the snow off my shoes, and selected a 1/2" round bar of W2 steel. I cut off a small section with my chop saw, maybe about 5" long.
I heated the bar in the forge and gave it a couple of whacks with the hammer to establish the sides. Then I forged in a point. Every knife needs a pointy end.
I then used my homemade guillotine fuller to pinch the bar directly in front of and directly behind the area that would later form the bolster.
Then I ran into a problem. A big problem. The beer I was drinking began to freeze. I hadn't even been out there that long but I suppose it doesn't take much when it's 10 below... What's the freezing point of beer anyway? Whatever. I brought the beer over to the forge and held it outside the forge door for a moment while I brought the steel back up to a red heat.
At this point the ends were ready to be flattened out. I began with the pointy end (which will become the blade) and forged a slight downward curve into the bar as I flattened it.
Nope, still didn't look anything like a knife yet, but I finished my beer (yes, it was thawed) and went to work flattening and shaping the other end.
Now that I had the approximate dimensions established, I got started forging the bevels into the blade. I did so by hammering on the edge inside the curve, with each hammer blow squeezing the steel out laterally. This caused the edge to "stretch" out a bit and straighten out that curve. All of a sudden, that little bar of steel actually began to resemble a knife.
Much to my delight, it was about that time that I also realized my stash of bourbon wasn't frozen. Coincidentally, it was also about this time that I called it a night. Fourteen below on the thermometer
I began this project on a cold night in late January, 2007. I put on an extra layer over my sweatshirt before heading out to the shop - the thermometer read minus 10. I walked out to the shop, kicked the snow off my shoes, and selected a 1/2" round bar of W2 steel. I cut off a small section with my chop saw, maybe about 5" long.

I heated the bar in the forge and gave it a couple of whacks with the hammer to establish the sides. Then I forged in a point. Every knife needs a pointy end.

I then used my homemade guillotine fuller to pinch the bar directly in front of and directly behind the area that would later form the bolster.

Then I ran into a problem. A big problem. The beer I was drinking began to freeze. I hadn't even been out there that long but I suppose it doesn't take much when it's 10 below... What's the freezing point of beer anyway? Whatever. I brought the beer over to the forge and held it outside the forge door for a moment while I brought the steel back up to a red heat.

At this point the ends were ready to be flattened out. I began with the pointy end (which will become the blade) and forged a slight downward curve into the bar as I flattened it.

Nope, still didn't look anything like a knife yet, but I finished my beer (yes, it was thawed) and went to work flattening and shaping the other end.

Now that I had the approximate dimensions established, I got started forging the bevels into the blade. I did so by hammering on the edge inside the curve, with each hammer blow squeezing the steel out laterally. This caused the edge to "stretch" out a bit and straighten out that curve. All of a sudden, that little bar of steel actually began to resemble a knife.

Much to my delight, it was about that time that I also realized my stash of bourbon wasn't frozen. Coincidentally, it was also about this time that I called it a night. Fourteen below on the thermometer