Nathan the Machinist
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QUOTE="Grenock, post: 20997267, member: 450317"]
^^^^^ All three of these guys are full of chit. Dan is just making up words, but, since he won the damn thing with maximum effort, we are just gonna have to put up with "stabundating" now being an option on all future pre orders, thanks Dan. Gus is so far off base I don't even know where to begin. I am pretty sure English is like a second or maybe even third language for him, so we can't really blame him if he strings a bunch of words together not really knowing how to use them in context together, and it comes across as a load of horseshit. If you think I am being harsh, don't forget, he tends to piss buckets for a living, so I am not the only one who thinks he might have some limitations. Ronnie came the closest, as his explanation involved alcohol, which it surely does, but the rest of it is off the mark. First, no alcohol gets a chance to sit long enough to even consider settling around that shop. Second, this is 'Merica, Nathan doesn't even know WTF a pint is. Third, he's the EVIL genius. Closest he has come to seeing the Lord was the last time Sadie clamped down on his scroat while he was teasing her when she was trying to nap on the couch.
With that, here is why this particular knife was made with a modified tanto point. Since this all goes down on a Friday, it's common knowledge that Nathan starts cracking beers at about 10 AM every Friday, getting a jump on the weekend ahead. This is fact, they actually teach it in the elementary schools in North Carolina. Not long after, the productivity starts to wain and the pontification begins. For about the millionth time, he starts lecturing Bo and Mark about everything like carbides, martensite, austinite, whohemite, hardening humps and hard humping. Bo, at this time, will usually find something productive to do in some other part of the shop. He usually grabs a large cardboard tube, the silicone and the mold release agent and finds a quiet spot to start molding out the handle for the next CPK sword. Mark tries to soldier through Nathan's rant, but it is at this moment, he starts day drinking too. It's now about 1030.
For the next couple hours, Nathan drinks and talks, Mark drinks and listens. At some point, Mark just can't take anymore and to save himself he suggests they do some shooting. Nathan is game and before long, they are burning ammo and not hitting shit. They move the empty Pabts Blue Ribbon box in from ten yards to about seven feet and with their last round each, they put two holes in the cardboard. They bicker about which hole is closer. Once they settle on that, they bicker about who's hole it actually is because they are both seeing double at this point and have no idea which hole what shot by who. After it gets a little heated, Mark concedes because he isn't stupid. It's Nathan's Pabts box, his pistol, his ammo, his shop, his way, you get the rest. Plus, Mark knows one of his misses went through the transmission pan of the new F450 shitbox Nathan just drove back from Illinois, so he figures they are about even at this point. Nathan says, "Let's put our names on the target and post it on the forum, we'll tell them we shot it at fifty yards, those dumbasses will believe anything I say." Mark agrees. They are not wrong.
Its pushing 2 o'clock now, and Jo takes a rare break form making scales, taking orders, shipping knives and basically carrying all the dead weight around the place to find the shop empty. It's not her first Friday in the shop or her first rodeo, she knows what's up. She quickly finds Nathan and Mark and jumps on their ass with both feet. Nathan snaps back with "Yes, Dear!" as he heads back into the shop with Mark in tow. Nathan, mumbles something to Mark about someone not being the boss of him as they quickly hustle back into the shop. Mark snickers because he knows what Nathan just said is bullshit and he knows exactly who the boss of who is around there, remember, Mark isn't stoopid!
Inside, they see Bo off in the corner. He is hard at mocking up that sword handle. Both guys know it is best to let him do this alone. The first time Nathan helped Bo mold the K18 handle. The process scarred Nathan so badly he had to see a therapist to even hold a K18, setting that project back months and months before it could be completed. Yes, Bo is given a wide berth when he is molding sword handles nowadays.
Our heroes are now at the bench trying to look industrious in an effort to keep the bosslady from kicking them in the sack again, all while trying to open the third case of Pabts. They decide the way to save the day and get on Jo's good side is with a Fun Friday Sale. Being that they are both piss drunk at this point, they can't decide what to make, but they are both tired of making the same old stuff. They know the refined collective of the CPK sub will expect something different and unique, so the ideas start flowing. Mark suggests a smatchet. No, that doesn't work for Nathan. Mark says he has an idea for a really sweet fighting Bowie. Nathan scowls, threatens to fire him and pulls the remained of the beer over to his side of the bench, cutting Mark off for the day. Nathan calms down and starts to think about what to make. He remembers when he was a kid, being a product of the late seventies and eighties, that everything was about karate and ninjas. He fondly remembers the ninja tabi he ordered out of the back of Karate Illustrated and wore all summer between fourth and fifth grade. He remembers how happy he was when his mom said okay and gave him the check for 24.99 plus shipping and handling for a pair in black and three throwing stars. His fond memory turns sour however, when he recalls then wearing them to school the first day of fifth grade and getting the shit kicked out of himself at recess for telling everybody he was a ninja.
Setting his mixed emotions aside, he mentions to Mark a ninja sword. They both look over to Bo who is just pulling the handle model out of the silicon mold. They look at each other and agree, nope, no swords, not drunk enough. Mark suggests a tanto, pointing out that is something different that hasn't been offered and that he can grind one better than anyone he knows. Nathan bristles and tells Mark he is in fact the second-best grinder he knows, behind him, of course. Let the measuring contest begin.
It is agreed that Mark will grind the hollows of the primary and Nathan will grind the tanto point. Mark feels good because he knows he can kill the hollow grind. Nathan feels good because he has flexed his muscle on Mark and will be grinding the most intricate part of the blade, plus he has been drinking the remainder of the beer by himself for the last half hour and still has six beers left. Mark gets to the hollow grind, it's a slow going affair. He remembers Nathan saying something about having to go slow and not burning the steel due to the low temp heat treat, but even after hearing it a thousand times, it's all a fog thanks to the Pabts. Despite that, he kills it as usual. The whole while, Nathan is polishing off the last of those six beers and is good and proper lubricated by the time Mark is done and it's time for him to step to the belt and finish the tanto point.
Nathan is absolutely killing it, no one has ever ground a tanto point like this one, Mark is seeing what the master can do. At least that is what Nathan is seeing from his perspective, twenty-four beers into his day. In reality, he has ground the point of the blade into something that more closely resembles a cake spatula than a tanto. When he is finished, he is beaming with pride. He conjures his best Charlie Daniels as he hands the knife to Mark, "I done told you once you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been." He mic drops his last Pabts empty and stumbles away. As he walks past Bo, he mumbles something about how he will mold the next handle next week. Bo laughs to himself as he knows the micro EDC isn't even on the whiteboard for 2022.
Mark looks down at the abused, but salvageable, blade before him. He sets to the task of making something sellable out of it. The best he can do is a modified tanto point as Nathan may not be the best at making a true tanto tip, but he is hella good at making cake spatulas and a modified profile is the only option. When Mark is finished, Nathan staggers back in past the bench after pissing in the sump of the Mori. He picks up the knife, looks it over, admires the tip and again states that he is the baddest motherfucker to ever touch steel to a belt. Mark grins knowing that is the best endorsement he could ask for or will get and quickly packs his gear to head home for the weekend as he sees Nathan looking around for the half empty bottle of bourbon from last week's Fun Friday Sale.
Jo closes up and takes Nathan home where he promptly passes out on the couch in Sadie's spot. Jo feeds the kids, walks the dogs, keeps Sadie from chewing Nate's balls off again and wakes his ass up before ten to hold the sale. The rest is history, and we all hate Dan, but we'll hopefully do it all again next week..............without Dan.
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^^^^^ All three of these guys are full of chit. Dan is just making up words, but, since he won the damn thing with maximum effort, we are just gonna have to put up with "stabundating" now being an option on all future pre orders, thanks Dan. Gus is so far off base I don't even know where to begin. I am pretty sure English is like a second or maybe even third language for him, so we can't really blame him if he strings a bunch of words together not really knowing how to use them in context together, and it comes across as a load of horseshit. If you think I am being harsh, don't forget, he tends to piss buckets for a living, so I am not the only one who thinks he might have some limitations. Ronnie came the closest, as his explanation involved alcohol, which it surely does, but the rest of it is off the mark. First, no alcohol gets a chance to sit long enough to even consider settling around that shop. Second, this is 'Merica, Nathan doesn't even know WTF a pint is. Third, he's the EVIL genius. Closest he has come to seeing the Lord was the last time Sadie clamped down on his scroat while he was teasing her when she was trying to nap on the couch.
With that, here is why this particular knife was made with a modified tanto point. Since this all goes down on a Friday, it's common knowledge that Nathan starts cracking beers at about 10 AM every Friday, getting a jump on the weekend ahead. This is fact, they actually teach it in the elementary schools in North Carolina. Not long after, the productivity starts to wain and the pontification begins. For about the millionth time, he starts lecturing Bo and Mark about everything like carbides, martensite, austinite, whohemite, hardening humps and hard humping. Bo, at this time, will usually find something productive to do in some other part of the shop. He usually grabs a large cardboard tube, the silicone and the mold release agent and finds a quiet spot to start molding out the handle for the next CPK sword. Mark tries to soldier through Nathan's rant, but it is at this moment, he starts day drinking too. It's now about 1030.
For the next couple hours, Nathan drinks and talks, Mark drinks and listens. At some point, Mark just can't take anymore and to save himself he suggests they do some shooting. Nathan is game and before long, they are burning ammo and not hitting shit. They move the empty Pabts Blue Ribbon box in from ten yards to about seven feet and with their last round each, they put two holes in the cardboard. They bicker about which hole is closer. Once they settle on that, they bicker about who's hole it actually is because they are both seeing double at this point and have no idea which hole what shot by who. After it gets a little heated, Mark concedes because he isn't stupid. It's Nathan's Pabts box, his pistol, his ammo, his shop, his way, you get the rest. Plus, Mark knows one of his misses went through the transmission pan of the new F450 shitbox Nathan just drove back from Illinois, so he figures they are about even at this point. Nathan says, "Let's put our names on the target and post it on the forum, we'll tell them we shot it at fifty yards, those dumbasses will believe anything I say." Mark agrees. They are not wrong.
Its pushing 2 o'clock now, and Jo takes a rare break form making scales, taking orders, shipping knives and basically carrying all the dead weight around the place to find the shop empty. It's not her first Friday in the shop or her first rodeo, she knows what's up. She quickly finds Nathan and Mark and jumps on their ass with both feet. Nathan snaps back with "Yes, Dear!" as he heads back into the shop with Mark in tow. Nathan, mumbles something to Mark about someone not being the boss of him as they quickly hustle back into the shop. Mark snickers because he knows what Nathan just said is bullshit and he knows exactly who the boss of who is around there, remember, Mark isn't stoopid!
Inside, they see Bo off in the corner. He is hard at mocking up that sword handle. Both guys know it is best to let him do this alone. The first time Nathan helped Bo mold the K18 handle. The process scarred Nathan so badly he had to see a therapist to even hold a K18, setting that project back months and months before it could be completed. Yes, Bo is given a wide berth when he is molding sword handles nowadays.
Our heroes are now at the bench trying to look industrious in an effort to keep the bosslady from kicking them in the sack again, all while trying to open the third case of Pabts. They decide the way to save the day and get on Jo's good side is with a Fun Friday Sale. Being that they are both piss drunk at this point, they can't decide what to make, but they are both tired of making the same old stuff. They know the refined collective of the CPK sub will expect something different and unique, so the ideas start flowing. Mark suggests a smatchet. No, that doesn't work for Nathan. Mark says he has an idea for a really sweet fighting Bowie. Nathan scowls, threatens to fire him and pulls the remained of the beer over to his side of the bench, cutting Mark off for the day. Nathan calms down and starts to think about what to make. He remembers when he was a kid, being a product of the late seventies and eighties, that everything was about karate and ninjas. He fondly remembers the ninja tabi he ordered out of the back of Karate Illustrated and wore all summer between fourth and fifth grade. He remembers how happy he was when his mom said okay and gave him the check for 24.99 plus shipping and handling for a pair in black and three throwing stars. His fond memory turns sour however, when he recalls then wearing them to school the first day of fifth grade and getting the shit kicked out of himself at recess for telling everybody he was a ninja.
Setting his mixed emotions aside, he mentions to Mark a ninja sword. They both look over to Bo who is just pulling the handle model out of the silicon mold. They look at each other and agree, nope, no swords, not drunk enough. Mark suggests a tanto, pointing out that is something different that hasn't been offered and that he can grind one better than anyone he knows. Nathan bristles and tells Mark he is in fact the second-best grinder he knows, behind him, of course. Let the measuring contest begin.
It is agreed that Mark will grind the hollows of the primary and Nathan will grind the tanto point. Mark feels good because he knows he can kill the hollow grind. Nathan feels good because he has flexed his muscle on Mark and will be grinding the most intricate part of the blade, plus he has been drinking the remainder of the beer by himself for the last half hour and still has six beers left. Mark gets to the hollow grind, it's a slow going affair. He remembers Nathan saying something about having to go slow and not burning the steel due to the low temp heat treat, but even after hearing it a thousand times, it's all a fog thanks to the Pabts. Despite that, he kills it as usual. The whole while, Nathan is polishing off the last of those six beers and is good and proper lubricated by the time Mark is done and it's time for him to step to the belt and finish the tanto point.
Nathan is absolutely killing it, no one has ever ground a tanto point like this one, Mark is seeing what the master can do. At least that is what Nathan is seeing from his perspective, twenty-four beers into his day. In reality, he has ground the point of the blade into something that more closely resembles a cake spatula than a tanto. When he is finished, he is beaming with pride. He conjures his best Charlie Daniels as he hands the knife to Mark, "I done told you once you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been." He mic drops his last Pabts empty and stumbles away. As he walks past Bo, he mumbles something about how he will mold the next handle next week. Bo laughs to himself as he knows the micro EDC isn't even on the whiteboard for 2022.
Mark looks down at the abused, but salvageable, blade before him. He sets to the task of making something sellable out of it. The best he can do is a modified tanto point as Nathan may not be the best at making a true tanto tip, but he is hella good at making cake spatulas and a modified profile is the only option. When Mark is finished, Nathan staggers back in past the bench after pissing in the sump of the Mori. He picks up the knife, looks it over, admires the tip and again states that he is the baddest motherfucker to ever touch steel to a belt. Mark grins knowing that is the best endorsement he could ask for or will get and quickly packs his gear to head home for the weekend as he sees Nathan looking around for the half empty bottle of bourbon from last week's Fun Friday Sale.
Jo closes up and takes Nathan home where he promptly passes out on the couch in Sadie's spot. Jo feeds the kids, walks the dogs, keeps Sadie from chewing Nate's balls off again and wakes his ass up before ten to hold the sale. The rest is history, and we all hate Dan, but we'll hopefully do it all again next week..............without Dan.
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drown my sorrows in BBQ sauce!
so that is two issues... and what sucks is I live in Australia, so to have any of those covered by warranty seems timely and costly 
