The Sad And Bl**Dy Story Of What Happened When I Made A Saw
The sad and bl**dy story of what happened when i made a saw is article about Uncategorized bookmarked by raymond with ID 1288427037 was uploaded on 10-02-2019 and has been viewed 185,541 times.
When I started woodworking, I didn't have any power tools.I made my first project—a garden caddy for my wife—with two dull chisels, a coping saw, and a stubby toolbox panel saw.Of course, I quickly realized that I would need more tools.
Being a graduate student—in the lucrative field of philosophy, no less—I didn't have much money, so I got into making some tools.Well, I eventually found myself in the garage making a frame saw so that I could re-saw some boards.
I used a single, big dovetail at each joint to hold the four frame parts together.Everything was going really well until I dry fit the first joint.It was a bit tight.I struggled to get the joint apart, but wouldn't smack with a mallet or hammer—I didn't want to dent the wood.
So, I really put some muscle into the job, bending over the joint and pulling with all I could muster.The joint gave in one quick moment.The part I was holding in my right hand came hurtling towards my forehead (a huge target by any standard).
It was fast.In fact, the first thing I really saw was the blood dropping onto the bench.The corner of the workpiece, right where three edges meet one another, smacked me right between the eyes and left a Y-shaped cut in my head.
It took just a few stitches to sew up the cut.(That's not such a big deal.I needed 164 to sew up a cut in my leg when I was in the third grade.)...