As I stated, today is Sabbath for us SDA Branch Davidians. I also believe that if there's a charitable bone in my body I'm certain there's a Higher Power with a better plan. I'm was just the messenger for the little redhead.
But I was now a knife short, and I like to have spares. I sorted out the Barges I had left, and knew I'd call Sheila on Monday. However, I would never take a perfect knife for my personal use, I can fix the worst, and I found it
Cosmetic mark on the pry tool. More bevels than an engagement ring. At least it locked tight or it would have been shipped back to Blue Ridge.
I flattened my stones, and as they soaked I took a an Atoma 140 and tried to shape the bevels. The tip was so far off I got the obsidian brick, and just removed the entire bevel all the way to the shinogi line. This was going to be a complete tear down and rebuild.
Now, I reached that "frustrated point" and my wife and I stopped for coffee. I got home, tried to nap, but it wasn't going to happen.
I put on a new edge, chided myself, stoned it off and tried again. I did this at least five times on the left tip. Then almost by dumb luck the knot of mangled steel became a perfect folder--front to back and left to right.
Now this was supposed to be a jackknife, just a tool. But I'd spoken to Ken Schwartz about nanodiamonds and he gave me some pointers. I'd already used five stones, paste and glass--heck, what's a small fortune of diamonds worth now?
I polished the bevels with glass and got all of the visible marks out, you have to start there with diamonds. Then I "roughed it in" with the 3.2 million grit slurry. I'm not kidding.
Then using Ken's directions, I spritzed on a king's ransom of 5.4 million grit slurry to a nano-cloth mount, and started polishing.
After the slurry, I bathed the entire knife in scalding hot soap suds to remove any dirt or film that might have covered a flaw. Then I touched the knife to newsprint, and it fell through without leaving any ragged edge.
After the knife was blown thoroughly to remove water and dust, I handed the knife carefully to my wife and asked her to find a flaw. She doesn't as yet know of my hourly time, my use of stones, pastes, glass and two grades of slurry--let that be our secret!
She could not find even a smudge.
BTW, I placed the knife onto two playing cards to show this is a different knife--that, and it kept the edge from carving itself through the table!
I've dallied with the slurry, but never took the fateful jump until today. It reminded me of a quote from Hunter Thompson:
"...it's hard to believe there's a perfect machine, screaming along in the hands of a maniac...
And I admit as I type this, Mr. Thompson was right.
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