Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here!
Gather round and I will spin you a tale about Brother’s Campfire.
I needed a large slab of metal in addition to my railroad rail for an anvil so I prayed for one.
I went on a 15 minute walk and found a smooth piece of iron , flat and with 4 options for a hardy hole.
And an angled piece of metal I can use to cut with.
And, a piece of rebar to work with.
For those of you that do not believe in miracles and God doing things for His people, I am sorry you feel that way. I got exactly what I prayed for.
Before I get ahead of myself, My Beloved made me an epic breakfast. Tasty Tasty! I washed it down with coffee as bitter as death.
When I went to the blacksmith class, I was informed that I would need to drop at least 400 USD into an anvil to get started. Then I was told I need a specific forge. Well, the work needed doing despite all those US dollars so I repositioned the red bricks I found in a dumpster and fired up the Brother’s Campfire Forge.
Besides the ground, Bubbles, and her special size ball, everything in this picture was free to me. You came too late to tell God is not real.
I heated, I hammered. I hammered, and I heated. That piece of rebar didn’t know the difference between hard surfaces when confronted with force.
Punching a hole in hot metal was one of the toughest parts. I got my beloved to assist.
The time for making a rivet had come. Having no tongs, I torched a bolt so I could actually reach it.
It worked! Until it didn’t. The thread melded with the rebar and I had to drill my rivet out. That was a Lot of work!
I worked all day on that project.
I hit myself in personal places, burned my hands, hit my thumb with a hammer twice, and missed lunch, but it got done. I manufactured a pair of tongs in my backyard.