When I started making knives I was twenty-eight years old. I had a new baby girl, a new little house and life was simple. I bought some tools and set up a small shop in my two-car garage. Blink my eyes and boom, my little girl is now six-feet tall, I also have another son and daughter, I don’t work in that little garage anymore, I don’t live in that house anymore. Heck, I don’t even live in that time zone anymore! I have a new home, new friends, and a very different life than I did when I started.. . .
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Posted by Burt Foster