Had a good time smiting and machining metal. Then I hit a few walls. Handles, sheaths, and a long lasting finish. A lot of the metal I used is scrap something. That is about when I hit the point where

These are a few of pics from my deployment. I thought they were lost. A friend had a copy. Nothing amazing or gory. Just everyday life pics.

Things I made a few years ago.

A gunshot, and a metallic pling distracts me from distant building I'm looking at. Without thought I crouch low and turn towards the gunfire. I don't see any threat, just us. I see Clemmings lowering his