This is the jointer that I was forced to haul home with the afore mentioned band saw.
A fellow I know owns a commercial building in Port Townsend. When I told him I’d been looking at a used planer he offered me the band saw and what he said was a planer that were collecting dust in the basement storage/maintenance room. Well it didn’t turn out to be a planer but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings and knowing my wife would be oh so happy to have another chunk of iron sitting in her parking space, I brought it home.
The infeed table has a little pitting. I suppose if a guy were really anal about it that could be resurfaced but I think it will be good enough for the girls I go out with. Aside from that the tables are flat and parallel. The crank for the outfeed adjustment has part of the handle broken off but, thanks to years of strength training with twist top bottle caps, is easily mastered.
The knives were in dire need of attention.
It used to be, when there were crummies full of hung over loggers on the road at 4am and scores of seven fingered saw mill operators around these parts, there was a burgeoning cottage industry of hunch backed saw filers and gimpy legged ex-logger knife grinders around here. Now there is one shop in the neighboring town and a call to my local lumber yard reveals that they’ve got a guy that travels up once a week to pick up work and returns it the following week (“and he just left 15 minutes ago”). So I’m left with the decision of whether to drive 20 miles to the filer’s shop and back in “three or four days” or drop them at the lumber yard and wait two weeks for their return. Needless to say, I choose wrong.
After 18 days and a couple of legitimate but “that’s really no way to run a business” excuses I made the return trip to the filer’s shop and returned with my wayward knives.
There is a good thread on the power tools forum ( http://lumberjocks.com/topics/30898 ) about the acquisition of an fine old jointer. Mr. Gaskins leaves off with the comment that he is now intent on cleaning and painting his new toy. I can only wish I had Jacks restraint and attention to detail but screw that… I want to make some sawdust.
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