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Wow and gee! What a lot of discussion going on here. Great! Ed! I appreciate your time here explaining how you do it. I’m guessing Ed and Sean and some others understand somewhat where I am coming from. Mostly it is me and my customers I need to please. I got someone telling me how to write now? I write like I talk? And that’s a problem? I take that as a compliment. Thanks.
Hit the enter key- how’s that? (smile) OK I begin with not loosing site of why any of us are here taking and making knives at all. Why do we exist? What is the bottom line of what we are doing? Supplying knives to do various jobs – please our customers- make some money at it. Do something rewarding that we love and feel good about. Have I missed something important here?
So I say this… my heroes for most of my life have been mountain men. How they lived what they did what they had to work with. We- mankind- has made huge improvements since then! Well.. maybe that’s an opinion. True, I would not mind going back to those days- and bring along a modern weapon, a fiber filled sleep bag and a modern blade. But- it is like finding a guy driving a model T ford, and we want to make fun of him and call him a dork as we show him what a new 4 wheel drive will do. On a chart on a graph when you punch in the numbers that model T is crap. But non the less we got people who want them and will pay dear to have one. They still get a person from point A to point B in style- just a different sort of style. Depending where and how you live.
Backtrack subject change. I tend to attempt the impossible. Realize it is impossible later, backtrack and see how far back I need to go to get up to speed. I was in the news for the first time for my artwork when I was 5 years old. I was 14 and told my art teacher I was going to make a life-size sculpture and cast it in bronze – when asked what I wanted to do this year. That art teacher told me he had nothing to teach me. He gave me my own room and told me to do whatever I want. I made the life-sized sculpture and got the mold made by the end of the year, but was stumped on the casting it in bronze part. But I never gave up. I had no help or advice.
I was 22 years old on the Yukon river – temperature was 50 below. No food – out for 5 days on snowshoes. The last day I only made it 100 yards, by crawling. I still remember turning around now and then to see my trail, and most important was that it was straight. I did not mind the thought of dying. It’s just that, if found- I wanted everyone to know I never gave up and wandered around aimlessly, or panicked.” I died going in the right direction” that’s all I wanted. Write it on my tombstone. Well now? I want on my tombstone “Here! Watch this!”
Sometimes the rules- well just go out the window for some people or in some situations. Got a guy here who asks Ed why he bothers, and what a poor guy I am. Hmm. Well. I smile. Ok well let this fellow and I hook up dog teams side by side at 60 below zero and take off on the trapline. you bring the gear you swear by and I bring the gear I swear by. I pack my trusty blade and you pack yours. And in a week, let us have another conversation.
I’m a guy who just does not trust tests and charts and numbers and graphs and slide shows and videos promoting products and how it’s the best thing since slice bread. Anyone interested can read my first book. It is hilarious how all the items I bought to go into the wilds with failed me. I’m reading advertisements on clothes- on the wood stove- on the lantern saying how great it is and here are the numbers compared to the competition. What kept me alive? Mostly all the stuff a grandpa would suggest.
Sort of Like Ed saying about yes you can anneal the steal…. But sometimes something weird simply happens. Who knows why. It air hardens. Weird things get seen under the northern lights up here. What happens to a blade at 60 below for example? I had someone else’s blade once and tapped on my chain saw bar to get the ice free so the chain would turn. The blade snapped like ice. That does not happen with my blades.
Think of being a cook and following a recipe. Would a great chef make a meal –even by his own directions, and never taste it before serving it? If you are good at what you do- every single time you make it, it will be slightly different. Yes, up to some point you need to know how to cook first! What temperature to bake the cake at, what baking soda is and all that. Till you go to another country, another way of life, and suddenly you are in –Oh- in a village in Alaska being served caribou and marsh marigold leaves with cattail root. Recipe? Oven? Measurements? And you find yourself eating one of the best meals in your life. Looking around you at healthy people who are happy. The caribou killed with a bow- butchered with a piece of flint. Some of us have never experienced that. All is not as it seems. I smile with humor at those who might view me as an idiot and a sucker, who needs to be felt sorry for. It is me doing the feeling sorry for. Who among us has dug up there own mammoth tusk for there knife handle- using one of their own knives as a digging tool? (for example) Or cut over 200 miles of trapline trial with a machete in their life. Who among those who has not, has the right to say I do not understand steel.
There are many ways to skin a cat, many roads lead to Rome. My opinion is there is not a knife maker among us I would dare to insult. We have no idiots among us. We did not arrive here paying our dues and using the term ‘knife maker ’ owning a computer to check the forum, having a phone being alive plying our trade that any of us would be fools or ignorant. There is not a blade I have seen here I would not take with me in the wilds and know I could survive with it. There is no blade here that the maker is not proud of and deserving of “Hey good job!” And let he who cast the first stone be without sin. Given the right test- we will all be found wanting. So hey- we can lighten up. It needs to be fun. If we are not having a good time what is life about? If we do not love what we do – and want to share that love of our trade, why are we here chatting? I hope “my blade is bigger and better then your blade” is said with a smile
Now oddly God has a sense of humor. God gave me artistic ability and that is not my lifestyle! So I can make ‘fancy’ knives few customers want to take out in the field! I sigh. It’s embarrassing. God has His reasons I assume. I look at the bright side. I understand now! I am doing a blend. I am bringing two worlds together who do not know each other as well as they should! The suit and tie guys and the cover all’s guys. Sort of like as well—the people with the money to buy a nice knife do not need one, and those who need one cannot afford one.
I am not looking for consistency guys. Or not in the sense some mean. Its not even my goal . I like that every single knife is one of a kind never to be repeated you got the only one. I create a blade, then test it and figure out what it is good for, and then choose a handle that suits that- and advertize that knife for what I tested it for. Or—I know ‘somewhat’ what to expect. But I may want a soft tip hard edge or the other way around. A blade with flex or no this applicaion does not weant flex. Sort of like Ed saying it is amazing how inconsistent batches of steel are! In short so many factors to control or that are not in our control we never know for absolute certainly about a blade till we test it. We cannot 100% guarantee a blade just because we followed all the rules.
I am not knocking ‘following the rules’ it suits some people and I suggest those who find that need should! Maybe it is a fault that I have ‘a thing’ about rules – regulations, proper procedures- how it’s done- and such. I try to turn that fault into an asset! The argument can go on forever it seems, how we perceive the world around us. There are those for like laws regulations everything in it’s place and predictable. In this world there are sheep. Followers. Those who bleat when something is out of place and ask the shepherd to make it all go away. And in this world will be shepherds and wolves. There is room for all. All are necessary . If there were no sheep, where would fleece come from?
I am not the best steel worker and never claimed to be. I do claim my blades are better than factory production blades. Period. Even my worse blade I let out of the shop – say a torch treated D2- will outperform factory knives sold in the store as hunters and survival knives the average Joe Hunter buys and swears by. I am thus not at ground zero guys.
While some are busy bending a blade in a vice and writing down the results on a piece of paper—I’m out there in the field slamming my blade in the ice chipping out a mammoth tusk. Nope. Never broke one- well since I was about 18. And that one that broke on the saw at 60 below. Reason? My opinion- because I know steel, and know what it can do and not do and do not push a knife beyond it’s limits. I know the limit of every knife I use. I may chip the edge, take a bit of the tip off – nothing that cant be easily fixed. Anyhow gotta run. Customers waiting.
So Ed first think is I need to get some steel for an initial test 1075 1085 52100E 5160. Between these 4 I bet I find one that likes me and wants to be my friend. Ok will try some real quench oil. Also get the torch tip suggested. It’s a lot to digest Ed. I’m sure there is much more to learn. I’d like to just pay with what I have learned so far and run some tests to some comparing. I’m just guessing Ed, but I bet you are someone to who walking the walk, not just talking the talk means something. Anyone can nod and smile and dish out thanks and compliments. It may or may not mean squat. The best thanks would be handing you a blade and not saying much beyond “Take a look” or some pictures and a story back from the hunt . later! Miles
Wow and gee! What a lot of discussion going on here. Great! Ed! I appreciate your time here explaining how you do it. I’m guessing Ed and Sean and some others understand somewhat where I am coming from. Mostly it is me and my customers I need to please. I got someone telling me how to write now? I write like I talk? And that’s a problem? I take that as a compliment. Thanks.
Hit the enter key- how’s that? (smile) OK I begin with not loosing site of why any of us are here taking and making knives at all. Why do we exist? What is the bottom line of what we are doing? Supplying knives to do various jobs – please our customers- make some money at it. Do something rewarding that we love and feel good about. Have I missed something important here?
So I say this… my heroes for most of my life have been mountain men. How they lived what they did what they had to work with. We- mankind- has made huge improvements since then! Well.. maybe that’s an opinion. True, I would not mind going back to those days- and bring along a modern weapon, a fiber filled sleep bag and a modern blade. But- it is like finding a guy driving a model T ford, and we want to make fun of him and call him a dork as we show him what a new 4 wheel drive will do. On a chart on a graph when you punch in the numbers that model T is crap. But non the less we got people who want them and will pay dear to have one. They still get a person from point A to point B in style- just a different sort of style. Depending where and how you live.
Backtrack subject change. I tend to attempt the impossible. Realize it is impossible later, backtrack and see how far back I need to go to get up to speed. I was in the news for the first time for my artwork when I was 5 years old. I was 14 and told my art teacher I was going to make a life-size sculpture and cast it in bronze – when asked what I wanted to do this year. That art teacher told me he had nothing to teach me. He gave me my own room and told me to do whatever I want. I made the life-sized sculpture and got the mold made by the end of the year, but was stumped on the casting it in bronze part. But I never gave up. I had no help or advice.
I was 22 years old on the Yukon river – temperature was 50 below. No food – out for 5 days on snowshoes. The last day I only made it 100 yards, by crawling. I still remember turning around now and then to see my trail, and most important was that it was straight. I did not mind the thought of dying. It’s just that, if found- I wanted everyone to know I never gave up and wandered around aimlessly, or panicked.” I died going in the right direction” that’s all I wanted. Write it on my tombstone. Well now? I want on my tombstone “Here! Watch this!”
Sometimes the rules- well just go out the window for some people or in some situations. Got a guy here who asks Ed why he bothers, and what a poor guy I am. Hmm. Well. I smile. Ok well let this fellow and I hook up dog teams side by side at 60 below zero and take off on the trapline. you bring the gear you swear by and I bring the gear I swear by. I pack my trusty blade and you pack yours. And in a week, let us have another conversation.
I’m a guy who just does not trust tests and charts and numbers and graphs and slide shows and videos promoting products and how it’s the best thing since slice bread. Anyone interested can read my first book. It is hilarious how all the items I bought to go into the wilds with failed me. I’m reading advertisements on clothes- on the wood stove- on the lantern saying how great it is and here are the numbers compared to the competition. What kept me alive? Mostly all the stuff a grandpa would suggest.
Sort of Like Ed saying about yes you can anneal the steal…. But sometimes something weird simply happens. Who knows why. It air hardens. Weird things get seen under the northern lights up here. What happens to a blade at 60 below for example? I had someone else’s blade once and tapped on my chain saw bar to get the ice free so the chain would turn. The blade snapped like ice. That does not happen with my blades.
Think of being a cook and following a recipe. Would a great chef make a meal –even by his own directions, and never taste it before serving it? If you are good at what you do- every single time you make it, it will be slightly different. Yes, up to some point you need to know how to cook first! What temperature to bake the cake at, what baking soda is and all that. Till you go to another country, another way of life, and suddenly you are in –Oh- in a village in Alaska being served caribou and marsh marigold leaves with cattail root. Recipe? Oven? Measurements? And you find yourself eating one of the best meals in your life. Looking around you at healthy people who are happy. The caribou killed with a bow- butchered with a piece of flint. Some of us have never experienced that. All is not as it seems. I smile with humor at those who might view me as an idiot and a sucker, who needs to be felt sorry for. It is me doing the feeling sorry for. Who among us has dug up there own mammoth tusk for there knife handle- using one of their own knives as a digging tool? (for example) Or cut over 200 miles of trapline trial with a machete in their life. Who among those who has not, has the right to say I do not understand steel.
There are many ways to skin a cat, many roads lead to Rome. My opinion is there is not a knife maker among us I would dare to insult. We have no idiots among us. We did not arrive here paying our dues and using the term ‘knife maker ’ owning a computer to check the forum, having a phone being alive plying our trade that any of us would be fools or ignorant. There is not a blade I have seen here I would not take with me in the wilds and know I could survive with it. There is no blade here that the maker is not proud of and deserving of “Hey good job!” And let he who cast the first stone be without sin. Given the right test- we will all be found wanting. So hey- we can lighten up. It needs to be fun. If we are not having a good time what is life about? If we do not love what we do – and want to share that love of our trade, why are we here chatting? I hope “my blade is bigger and better then your blade” is said with a smile
Now oddly God has a sense of humor. God gave me artistic ability and that is not my lifestyle! So I can make ‘fancy’ knives few customers want to take out in the field! I sigh. It’s embarrassing. God has His reasons I assume. I look at the bright side. I understand now! I am doing a blend. I am bringing two worlds together who do not know each other as well as they should! The suit and tie guys and the cover all’s guys. Sort of like as well—the people with the money to buy a nice knife do not need one, and those who need one cannot afford one.
I am not looking for consistency guys. Or not in the sense some mean. Its not even my goal . I like that every single knife is one of a kind never to be repeated you got the only one. I create a blade, then test it and figure out what it is good for, and then choose a handle that suits that- and advertize that knife for what I tested it for. Or—I know ‘somewhat’ what to expect. But I may want a soft tip hard edge or the other way around. A blade with flex or no this applicaion does not weant flex. Sort of like Ed saying it is amazing how inconsistent batches of steel are! In short so many factors to control or that are not in our control we never know for absolute certainly about a blade till we test it. We cannot 100% guarantee a blade just because we followed all the rules.
I am not knocking ‘following the rules’ it suits some people and I suggest those who find that need should! Maybe it is a fault that I have ‘a thing’ about rules – regulations, proper procedures- how it’s done- and such. I try to turn that fault into an asset! The argument can go on forever it seems, how we perceive the world around us. There are those for like laws regulations everything in it’s place and predictable. In this world there are sheep. Followers. Those who bleat when something is out of place and ask the shepherd to make it all go away. And in this world will be shepherds and wolves. There is room for all. All are necessary . If there were no sheep, where would fleece come from?
I am not the best steel worker and never claimed to be. I do claim my blades are better than factory production blades. Period. Even my worse blade I let out of the shop – say a torch treated D2- will outperform factory knives sold in the store as hunters and survival knives the average Joe Hunter buys and swears by. I am thus not at ground zero guys.
While some are busy bending a blade in a vice and writing down the results on a piece of paper—I’m out there in the field slamming my blade in the ice chipping out a mammoth tusk. Nope. Never broke one- well since I was about 18. And that one that broke on the saw at 60 below. Reason? My opinion- because I know steel, and know what it can do and not do and do not push a knife beyond it’s limits. I know the limit of every knife I use. I may chip the edge, take a bit of the tip off – nothing that cant be easily fixed. Anyhow gotta run. Customers waiting.
So Ed first think is I need to get some steel for an initial test 1075 1085 52100E 5160. Between these 4 I bet I find one that likes me and wants to be my friend. Ok will try some real quench oil. Also get the torch tip suggested. It’s a lot to digest Ed. I’m sure there is much more to learn. I’d like to just pay with what I have learned so far and run some tests to some comparing. I’m just guessing Ed, but I bet you are someone to who walking the walk, not just talking the talk means something. Anyone can nod and smile and dish out thanks and compliments. It may or may not mean squat. The best thanks would be handing you a blade and not saying much beyond “Take a look” or some pictures and a story back from the hunt . later! Miles