Ive rediscovered my old toolbox. I made this tote in an Industrial Arts class my freshman year of high school, which I believe makes this the oldest woodworking project of mine that still exists. I have no memory of actually using it.
Somehow this thing followed me up to Alaska (I dont even remember packing it), spent some time in my brothers shed, and more recently moved into a funky corner of my garage (on the fringe of my shop space), where it promptly got buried under layers of junk.
A few weeks ago, my brother Josh was out in my neck of the woods harvesting spruce poles for a sod house he will be building on his remote property. I was heading out to help, but needed some good choice of taking a small kit of tools along (axe, hatchet etc.) What I needed was a large tool tote...
Hey! What about that one buried over there? I quickly dug it out (finding the hardware for the never completed treadle lathe and a perfectly usable brace in the process - how many of these do I have?)and cleaned it off.
It is very simply constructed - nailed butt joints - but apparently I was very proud of it, because it has my name handwritten in pencil all over it. It was fun to see that - back when I went by "Danny".
I loaded it up and off we went. Here it is in the field:
It easily held my axe, hatchet, disassembled bowsaw, file, sharpening stone, drawknife, hammer and punch (for bowsaw pins), gloves and some snacks.
You could tell it was happy finally getting to do yeomans work after almost 30 years of sitting around!
*** The Candle Till is finished, but the post isnt. That should be coming up next...
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