Well underway with the Roubo bench build that will vault my woodworking endeavors into the next chapter of my life. It has been quite a journey so far and I am only a few months into it. Every Wednesday for about 2 hours or more, I pour my soul into this beast. With the help of a fellow woodworker, I am learning a lot and loving every minute of it. It’s a complete rush and I am fully addicted to the art.
Any who, where was I.
Okay, so the top slabs are glued and ready for surfacing. Using SYP for the top. Handpicked from a knuckle busting trip to Lowe’s, risking life and limb to get the straightest relatively knot-free boards. I am pleased with what we came home with.
After hand planing the boards on the face and edge, we ripped each board and ran them through the thickness planer. Clamped like hell and completed 2 slabs. Target thickness will be around 4’’ with a length of 10’ and a total depth of about 24’’ with a 1’’ gap in between the slabs. I have decided that if the bench doesn’t work out, I can use it as a storm shelter. It’s a beastly pair of wood slabs. Strategically placed boards for the face to accept the leg vice (Lake Erie) and tail vice (BenchCrafted). Not sure what material I will use for the chop just yet.
On to the legs. I wanted something unique and readily available. A Craigslist query led me to the promised land. Here in Kansas we have no shortage of farms, and farms have barns. Old one’s. Like 150 years old.
This was my first time picking through someone else’s wood, and I was not sure what to look for given my zero experience in building a Roubo bench. Borrowed a large trailer from a friend and hauled butt up to Halstead, KS. I arrived on scene to several large piles of wood separated into 6×6’s and 4×2’s and panels of this and that and what have ya. I zeroed in on the thick stock first, nabbing about 7 6×6 behemoth’s and some 4×6’s. Also grabbed about 7 6×2 planks. I’m thinking 12 foot Hayrack table for those. ;) We are quite certain that most of the wood is cedar, btw. Cedar back then was apparently corn fed, ‘cuz this stuff is dense!
With 150 year old barn wood, you get nails. But these nails are special. About half of them are rose head hand cut nails of varying lengths and thickness. I felt like Indiana Jones studying the wooden pegs and and ginormous mortise and tenons hand carved into the beams. The wood was well worn, full of nails, pits, cracks, checks, manure, chicken feed, hay, mud. It was pretty nasty, but it was awesome. It was perfect, and it will be repurposed for something other than holding up a horse barn. It’s fate now lies in my hands, destined to be shaped, planed and oiled for it’s final act. Beethoven called it Symphony No. 1 – I call it my Roubo. The first of a few, perhaps in my lifetime.
Attaching some pictures below. Wish me luck on this exciting adventure. I hope it molds me into the woodworker I dream of being. Thanks for looking!