"A Picker"

Blogging is new to me.  I’m used to talking but not writing.  However, my wife enjoys typing and listening to my stories so she thought we should start a blog as a way to spend time together.  How do wives think these things up?

 

I guess you could say that I’ve been a “picker” all my life.  When I was young I would pick on my three younger sisters.  As a teenager, I picked up girls.  And I’ve been known to pick through discarded items on the side of the road.  During one of my recent walks through the pasture, I found an old cow bone. 

Being the picker that I am, I picked it up and took it home.  I polished it until it was smooth, shiny and resembled ivory.  I knew it was meant to be a knife handle.

 



I have a saw blade that I picked from an old saw mill about 15 years ago.  I cut some of it off to make my knife blade.
 

 

I draw the knife design on the blade and cut it out.  I then heat the metal with a torch and put it on the anvil and work the metal until I get the edge I need.  I use a finish grinder to finish the edge and polish it. 

Now where did I put the leather strips?  My knife needs a sheath.