Arrrggh.
I am fucking, absolutely sodding fuming.
My father at his finest, again. In his garden, decided to remove a rotten fencepost. (rotten because he does'nt bother to paint the end of the post when cut to length, and therefore, it rots up the grain, I should add)
The Fencepost is in a metal socket, with large steel tines on the inside to grip the timber.
so how does he remove the rotten wood? a slow turned drill, and then pull the peices out? extract the socket and burn the wood away? pliers?
no.
he uses a chisel. by smashing the wood and the chisel into the metal tines.
repeatedly.
and he does this...
with a 100+ year-old Mathieson of Glasgow carbon steel woodworker's facing chisel which about two years ago I spent hours on, carefully grinding a new, fresh bevel into, and then using a succession of finer and finer carbonundrum stones, finishing with an ultra-smooth arkansas oilstone to hone it to a perfect, razor-sharp mirror finish for wood working.
Now, that gorgeous blade is sitting with miserable fucking great chips in the edge 3-4mm deep and an edge that, instead of the perfect square face with an exact 25 degree bevel and 30 degree projection, has an edge that wanders all over the place like it was drawn by someone with hiccups.
I am absolutely livid. He has absolutely no clue how to use any tools properly, instead simply banging away like some village idiot with entirely inappropriate equipment, wrecking it in the process. And he hasnt the slightest appreciation that a hundred year old carpenter's chisel might be valuable. He was asking me a few days ago "where are the planes". I have them. specifically, I have them, after restoring the faces and irons to razor sharpness, because he bloody well uses them on peices of shit timber with nails in it and wrecks the blades, and so I took them to stop him fucking them up any more.
Pissed off? oh yes, you better bet I am.
And another tool to repair.
My father at his finest, again. In his garden, decided to remove a rotten fencepost. (rotten because he does'nt bother to paint the end of the post when cut to length, and therefore, it rots up the grain, I should add)
The Fencepost is in a metal socket, with large steel tines on the inside to grip the timber.
so how does he remove the rotten wood? a slow turned drill, and then pull the peices out? extract the socket and burn the wood away? pliers?
no.
he uses a chisel. by smashing the wood and the chisel into the metal tines.
repeatedly.
and he does this...
with a 100+ year-old Mathieson of Glasgow carbon steel woodworker's facing chisel which about two years ago I spent hours on, carefully grinding a new, fresh bevel into, and then using a succession of finer and finer carbonundrum stones, finishing with an ultra-smooth arkansas oilstone to hone it to a perfect, razor-sharp mirror finish for wood working.
Now, that gorgeous blade is sitting with miserable fucking great chips in the edge 3-4mm deep and an edge that, instead of the perfect square face with an exact 25 degree bevel and 30 degree projection, has an edge that wanders all over the place like it was drawn by someone with hiccups.
I am absolutely livid. He has absolutely no clue how to use any tools properly, instead simply banging away like some village idiot with entirely inappropriate equipment, wrecking it in the process. And he hasnt the slightest appreciation that a hundred year old carpenter's chisel might be valuable. He was asking me a few days ago "where are the planes". I have them. specifically, I have them, after restoring the faces and irons to razor sharpness, because he bloody well uses them on peices of shit timber with nails in it and wrecks the blades, and so I took them to stop him fucking them up any more.
Pissed off? oh yes, you better bet I am.
And another tool to repair.