Real nice. Wish I had the skill to do things like that. Blacksmiths always seem to kick ass on Forged in Fire.
It's like anything else -- lots of practice, lots of failures, and next thing you know... you're halfway decent at it.
One of my favorite ways of training beginners is to have them draw a taper on the end of a bar. They draw that same taper 100 times, each time trying to really focus on the hammer/steel interaction, controlling their arm, feeling the whole process and concentrating doing the best taper they possibly can. The #1 taper won't look nearly as good as the #100 taper, but it's only through that repetition that they can drive the process into their mind and muscle.
Then they go back to the beginning and clean up all the tapers until they all look as good as Taper 100.
Only once that's done do they proceed to the next step.... likely cussing the whole way.
Last night, I put the metalworking skills to good use -- and fixed my reclining chair! The blasted steel bar in the thing developed a hairline crack that grew over the years until the bar failed completely. Might be God's way of telling me to drop some pounds, and lord knows I need to.
Pinched my fingers a thousand times trying to maneuver that thing into a position where I could get a tack weld to hold things, but I persevered and the chair is now back in operation!
It's not all glory. Here's a round dish fresh out of the quench tub after being forged to shape. It's cruddy and generally not much to look at so we have to clean it up on the wire wheel before we can give it that hammered texture.
That curved scar on my right hand is from one little slip, proving that I'm not nearly as tough as the wire wheel. It was over before I even knew it began! I bled, the spirit of the steel got its tribute, and now I have a cool scar.
Production work - gah!
I'd love to be able to never make another wall hook again! People love them, and it's a bit of ironwork they can afford to have for themselves. Making them, though, is so tedious. I don't have a power hammer or press of some kind to speed things up, so it's just me swinging a hammer. It gets old fast!
And, yes, that's pistol brass in the tray on the floor. If anyone wants if for reloading, just say the word and I'll be happy to box it up. Mostly once-fired .38spl, .357Mag, and .45ACP from back in my days as a security guy. I miss those days more than I ever imagined I would, but I try to remember that those days are also the reason I have the blown back and other things. Running an armored truck full of money was great fun, and women most definitely do love a man in uniform. But I think I'll stick with blacksmithing.
It's there for the asking, and I'd love to see it go to a good Lightfighter home.