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Today I was out back cutting some wood that I am sending Andy for a couple of knives that I ordered. While cutting some really nice Texas Mesquite I noticed how nice it smelled and I was thinking to myself, boy is Andy gonna have fun working with this wood!
Then I got a phone call and went to the front yard to talk to my neighbor and have a smoke. Next I started to cut a piece of Texas Ebony (Ebano) that is also for the knives Andy is making me. While cutting the Ebony I noticed a very different smell from the Mesquite. It was actually very unpleasant and smelled a lot like dog crap! Now I started thinking to myself, Andy is gonna hate me and I've never even met or talked to him before, because this wood is gonna make his shop smell like dog crap. After I finished the cut I stood there for a moment and was trying to decide if I should even send him this wood, because it really smells bad back where I was cutting the wood.
While pondering my situation, I hung my head down and closed my eyes in deep thought ... when I opened my eyes I saw that there was dog crap on the deck I was standing on! The neighbors dog had dropped a bomb in my front yard and I stepped in it while talking with her.
I'm happy to report that Texas Ebony does not have an unpleasant smell and I will be sending the wood to Andy tomorrow. Now I will just have to wait my turn in line for my knives to be crafted.
Then I got a phone call and went to the front yard to talk to my neighbor and have a smoke. Next I started to cut a piece of Texas Ebony (Ebano) that is also for the knives Andy is making me. While cutting the Ebony I noticed a very different smell from the Mesquite. It was actually very unpleasant and smelled a lot like dog crap! Now I started thinking to myself, Andy is gonna hate me and I've never even met or talked to him before, because this wood is gonna make his shop smell like dog crap. After I finished the cut I stood there for a moment and was trying to decide if I should even send him this wood, because it really smells bad back where I was cutting the wood.
While pondering my situation, I hung my head down and closed my eyes in deep thought ... when I opened my eyes I saw that there was dog crap on the deck I was standing on! The neighbors dog had dropped a bomb in my front yard and I stepped in it while talking with her.
I'm happy to report that Texas Ebony does not have an unpleasant smell and I will be sending the wood to Andy tomorrow. Now I will just have to wait my turn in line for my knives to be crafted.