I have a buddy who is pretty much a Pack Rat like I am, who’s Dad makes us both look like casual collectors.
He’s a heck of a nice guy who I have met a few times over the years. Between the three of us we have swapped all kinds of crap but normally I use my buddy as a middle man because it’s easier on all of us.
I got a special treat today, I got to go see the gentleman at his house, way out in the Pucker Brush.
That’s why it is easier to do our swaps through my buddy, because his Dad lives way out of town.
Hoo boy, it was way cool when I got there finally. He has a machine shop in his basement, a vintage John Deere bulldozer that runs like a top right outside under his upper deck and trees. Acres of big old firs, alders and everything else that grows naturally around here. There is a year round creek at the bottom of the hill his house is on too.
I also have to give him credit, all of his stuff is nice and neatly organized, unlike the general clusterfuck me and my buddy both have got going on. He is just a neat old guy and he and his 3 brothers own a quarter of a mile of this scenic property between them.
They are all Old School and tinker and build things. You know, like fully functional sawmills, log splitters, that kind of thing.
The reason I finally got to go up there with my buddy is because he knows I have been looking for a serious hunk of steel to use for an anvil.
You can’t buy a a decent anvil anymore for under at least three or four hundred dollars and it isn’t too hard to spend $1,500 and up for a big one when they do come up for sale.
Just for shits and grins I got a price quote on a hunk of steel big enough to use as a small anvil and almost choked. There isn’t anywhere around here that sells scrap metal either. Lots of places that will buy it from you but none that will sell you any. Kind of weird but that’s how it is.
Of course you can buy the old Hunk Of Rail Road Track Turned Into An Anvil kind of crap but I was wanting something wider than that narrow shit.
My buddy mentions that I am looking for something to his dad, the Dad says I have a pair of old Forklift Forks I can’t use so bring him up here and we’ll see what he wants.
The thing is, I have this weird work schedule and don’t get to sleep until four or five in the morning. My buddy and his dad are used to getting up about the time I am going to bed. Because they are both basically Workaholics I didn’t want to make my Buddy sit around all morning waiting for my sorry ass so even though I didn’t get to sleep until five this morning, I kept reminding myself that I needed to get up early as I was falling asleep.
At 0910 I started waking up, staggered in, did my business, found my glasses, threw a cuppa in the Nukulizer and texted him that I was on my way.
We got up there about 10 and started right in wrestling this damn long, heavy and awkward hunk of steel trying to get it situated and level in a big horizontal band saw so he could hack me off a chunk. As you can imagine it took a little while but after a bit I had my prize.
Yeah, I know it’s not a real anvil but it’s thick enough, wide enough, heavy enough and tough enough that I can use it to pound things on. I just need to clean it up and find a way to mount it on some kind of stand. I’ll probably hit my buddy up for a hunk of log to embed it in the end of, there is no shortage of those up at his dad’s place either. We’ll see
We hung around a little while swapping the shit but I needed to get back because the Wifely Unit finally made a doctors appointment to get her damn foot looked at so it’s currently out in Phil’s Temple of Tools awaiting further ministrations.
Yeah, I have no problem losing a couple hours of sleep to make a score like that. It isn’t every day you can get your hands on a hunk of quality steel like that for basically free.
That’s what naps are for anyway.