Old hand forged spoon knife
this one gets a new wooden handle…
Yea yea yea, I’m hopeless.
In the beginning of this summer I was out sailing in my kayak – yes I was sailing, not rowing…
At the habour I meet a really nice man Henning, he invited me for a coffe and told me he had some old tools he would like to offer me. Months went by and finally I managed to make the visit last week.
This is the kayak, when it’s all rigged up for sailing.
(I managed 5,1 knots this summer, that is great fun in a small vessel like this).
Henning gave me a bucket full of old tools, sadly they had been out and was filled with water and the planes were full of wood beetles, so they can’t all be saved.
A little side story…
When I was driving up there on the country road in my car, right after a overtaking, a buzzard was flying in from the side, for a hundred meters or so we were looking into each others eyes – the bird stayed in this height and hit the wind shield with a giant BANG – I closed my eyes since I was convinced the window would break, but nothing happened except the mirror fell down and I was a bit shocked.
(Since there were traffic I could not stop to see what happened to the bird).
I am still trying to find the meaning…
(To see your image killing a developed eagle signifies that you will achieve your goals with hook or crook. It also suggests that you will not allow anyone to instill conspiracies to prevent you from getting what you have desired. In short such dreams signify that you will overcome every obstacle and will reach your highest goal).
Ok, back on track MaFe, we are actually supposed to see a spoon knife!
So this is the guy we are talking about.
Or was supposed to talk about…
Circular centered cut with bevels on both sides and inside out.
The truth is I think it is a clog makes knife, since Henning had a few tools that I believe was the clog makes.
So first a little destruction, the old poor quality pine handle had to go.
It indicates that the tool has been used by a common worker, when it was in use.
A sweet thank you to my friend Jim for this wonderful mallet, he turned for me and send all the way to Denmark, I use it often and always send you a warm thought.
This is what is left, to some a piece of scrap metal.
To others a piece of history and a tool, just waiting to get life back.
So on to the lathe, finding a good shape.
I use some quite hard wood, a piece of scrap, the pole of a old parasol.
When the shape is there, I give it rings.
This to make a good grip.
Not too fine a finish, this will also make the grip better and it is a tool.
Then a little color and finally my favorite antique wax.
So – a handle is born.
Now I make the iron red hot under a flame, but just the tang, make sure the cutting edge and end gets no heat or it will get dull.
And burn it into the handle.
I stick it in water after and leave it to dry.
All thats left now is sharpening and we are ready to go.
Another child in the tool family.
Thank you Henning.
Hope it can inspire others to bring life to old tools.
The best of my thoughts,
-- Mad F, the fanatical rhykenologist and vintage architect. Democraticwoodworking.