My cousin did a knife smithing apprenticeship.
It ended up becoming a family affair with my late Uncle Larry, my dad, and the grandkids and I.
I have some excellent memories in the workshop hand hammering billets together to make damascus steel.
Last time I was at the shop was bitter sweet. The propane tanks for the forge still had Uncle Larry's last refill date written on them. That was the same day he and I hammered out a frame for a tattoo machine.
I need to go there and light that forge. Even if I don't craft anything. The low roar of the flame and the warmth are comforting.
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