A Little About Me

For years, I struggled to find where I truly fit. I needed a purpose—something to help me navigate the weight of PTSD and depression. Beyond the grounding love of my wife and children and a deep, quiet faith, I needed an outlet that demanded absolute precision. I needed to work with my hands.

That’s when I discovered the forge, and something clicked. A raw passion woke up inside me. I went out and gathered the tools of the trade—an anvil, a dual-burner gas forge, hammers, tongs, sanders, and grinders. I wanted to dive into something challenging, but deeply rewarding.

I started small, learning the physics of the fire by shaping random pieces of scrap rebar. Then, I stumbled upon railroad spikes. I obsessed over the details—learning their chemical makeup, mastering how the steel moves under the hammer, and developing the techniques required to transform raw iron into high-quality blades. Through trial, error, and hard work, I found my style and refined my craft. And the rest, as they say, is history.