Sunday, July 19, 2015

Odds, Sods and Leftovers

It's spring-cleaning time again and I'm right up there with it.
In the interest of lightening the load, I've decided to release these various experiments and dead-ends into the wild.
Any pictured without a sheath will naturally be delivered with one for the price listed.

Prototype V 44  with a grip of both cast-brass and aluminum. The castings a little funky so it can leave home for $150 plus $10 shipping.

I made this spearpoint Bowie nine years ago and I haven't been able to get it out of the house. Failure to launch. This guy; $160 plus $10 shipping.

  The classic French Nail with box-scabbard: $90 plus $10 shipping.

Ooooh nooo! A hapless customer was preparing to photograph his new trench knife when the tip broke off in the stump he'd stabbed it into. I transferred the pommel spike and sheath to a new one at a discount. 
As she sits: $90. 
Tip ground and a new pommel spike mounted - with a sheath: $140. 
Both prices will also have $10 added for shipping.

Self-explanatory. Brass Punch-Dagger: $120 plus $10.

And, last of all, two prototype tekkos: $35 each or $60 for the pair, plus that same old $10.

To order any of the above, e-mail me.
Thanks for looking.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Custom Work?

Short version: Yes. What is it you want?
Pictured: Request from a fella who'd just gotten a tatoo and wanted the knife pictured duplicated.
He'd sent the pencil drawing that his ink had been done from and...
He ended up with a "Pirate-themed"  Bowie with a cast-aluminum, knuckleduster handle.
He picked it up in person and was happy in the extreme.
New story:
Another fella saw this photo which I'd posted, way back in the dim and distant, at Forums of Ramanon.
He wanted two, just like it - kinda.
Settled on two new-and-improved-spike-knives.
He wanted one with a wood handle and the other with antler.
My man, Donkey, having more skilz regarding antler than I, took care of the lower of the two pictured while I bumbled my way through the wood-gripped version.

So, If you want something special, it's probably not going to be a problem.

To order or talk about an idea, e-mail me.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013


As used by Woody Harrelson.

You never knew you wanted one of these until just now, huh?
Seeing this probably also brought back to mind that famous Eleanor Roosevelt quote:

"I have found that a stout head-knocker is an invaluable accessory for any excursion you may fancy. Slung casually from the wrist, it melts problems away in carefree swings."

I think it was her anyway.
One can get up to speed vis-a-vis my own take on these artifacts here.
First up: A kind-of-generic, inaccurate rip-off of the clubs produced by the Royal Engineer's Workshops during the Great War, like the one Woody used (See link above).
It was turned from hickory and weighted with lead. The wrapping of GI (Galvanized Iron) keeps it from splitting and the head is further graced with a sprinkling of upholstery tacks.

This next was made from English walnut burl that's been ebonized with vinegaroon (which name I am not making up).
Eighteen horseshoe nails comprise the sparkly bits.
lead weighted as well with a grip of wrapped leather.
And last but not least, the most inauthentic of all (but it'll kick your ass if you say so).
The handle is pacific yew. Of course, in a European setting it could have been made of English yew so...  
This one has a bit of a story.
Several years ago, a good and faithful customer (A teacher of history) commissioned two clubs from me.
I had decided that one of the two would to be a grenade-headed club so I cast about for the grenade that looked like it would be easiest to cast 'cause... I'm a lazy man.
The winner was the French Citron Foug of 1915, a grenade with a simple pattern so, with no actual precedent of a citron foug shell being weaponized as a club-head.
I did it anyway and committed the ultimate, FARB sin of saying: "It could have been."
Fuck it, says I.
It was 'cause...
Although this one to the left looks the part, it blows its cover on one big issue.
It's dated. 1917.
These are the most widely faked item of militaria on the market now and one of the big giveaways re authenticity is a date. The other a unit affiliation.
Well, with all those sharks in the water, aren't you glad that I'm here to offer guaranteed, fake trench clubs

Nod and grin. Back away and don't make eye contact.

$50 apiece with $10 extra for the last - casting you know; plus $7.50 shipping.
When one of these go away. I'll make one to take its place.
To order e-mail me.

Monday, July 8, 2013


Brass knuckles.
They've been around for hundreds of years and never with a good reputation.
Even so, given their compact nature and relative simplicity, they've long been favored by lads in wartime.
Examples abound of Civil War knucks, cast from bullet lead around the campfire.
In the First World War they were used in trench raids or just generally carried around a-la Dumbo's feather.

"Hunched under their assorted burdens, the infantry moved up to the line. Their excitement was mingled with nervousness, but at least the waiting was over. At long last they would have a chance of having a 'proper go' at the Hun. Despite the bellicose array of weapons dangling about their persons, many Tommies had thoughtfully provided themselves with knuckle-dusters, lengths of chain and even vicious knives as their personal contribution to the armoury of battle. Most had never seen a German face to face but, as if anticipating some street corner brawl, they intended to be ready when they did. The fact was that, in spite of the long months of careful rehearsal, of lectures and training, of preparation and of orders, in the untried ranks of Kitchener's Army there was hardly an officer or man who appreciated the difference between a raid and a general attack."

From "Somme" by Lyn Macdonald

All are solid, cast brass.

$40 each plus $5 shipping.
These are always in stock and will ship the day after payment is received.

However, any three of these handsome steak-tenderizers (Save by beating the hell out of cheaper cuts of meat!) - delivered to your door by an employee of the Federal Government - can be had for a mere $105.

One final word: If you pay with PayPal, think of it as that aunt you absolutely love but would never, ever tell what you spent the money she gave you for your birthday on.

PayPal is a little old lady. She can't handle too much information.
E-mail me if I'm not being clear.

Today we welcome two newcomers to the lineup and, since it's their special day, we'll lead off with them.

Just in time for Halloween (Two weeks ago); bitchin'-boss-cool Coffin Knucks.

Next up: One of those things that could have been...
Middle East Commando Knucks, based on their trademark knife.

The Lincoln Knucks: 
Between his election in 1860 and his inauguration in '61, an ugly (probably imaginary) plot was hatched to stab the great Emancipator-to-be while en route to Washington. A sort of stabby flash-mob was supposed to convene on the station platform at Baltimore where it was hoped that at least one assassin would be successful.
To thwart this rumored plan, an embarrassing subterfuge was devised to sneak Lincoln through the city at night.
Embarrassing because it was probably unnecessary and because it painted the not-even-president-yet... president... as cowardly. 
The pundits had a field day.
During the course of this nocturnal trip through the wilds of urban Maryland, someone in his party - his former law partner and self-appointed head-bodyguard, Ward Hill Lamon or one of the Pinkertons - carried a set of knucks.
Said item now resides at the Ford's Theater National Historic Site.
They are a T-handle design that fits only one way.
Very comfortable and heavy. 

 Speaking of comfortable and heavy;

The Classic T-Handle
This pattern was cast directly from an original, graciously lent by Dave Grant at
It's a very elegant design and is the heaviest of the lot.
It's one of three that I sell with graduated finger loops, therefore it can only be worn one way but is extremely comfortable.

Next in the lineup is an old pattern based on earlier Chinese examples. This is a pattern, popular in late 19th century America, that I call "The Screaming Monkey". You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out why I call it that: Inboard finger-loops = eyes while outboard = ears.
From that I'm thinking you can figure out the mouth.
I wish I'd made the term up but it was from an article written about brass-knuckle collecting back in the '80's.
This basic design is the basis for all the rest of my knucks.
Some look like drunk monkeys, like spaced-out monkeys, laughing monkeys. You get the picture. They're monkeys.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you...
The Screaming Monkey!
These are the smallest and lightest knucks I make and may not fit everyone.

The Kaiser's Oak
The next was patterned after a knuckle duster which probably parted company with its owner during Britain's "Big Push" during the summer of 1916.
The original was found near Kaiser's Oak, near the village of Gommencourt in France.
It's an older, more archaic design, the finger loops all the same size and relatively small.
The photo of the, seriously distressed, cast-iron set that I copied these from was posted on my favorite, Great War, anorak site, The Great War Forum.
Based on where the poster found them, their previous owner, who by could have been either British or German and probably lost them sometime in connection with "Britain's Worst Day", July 1, 1916. The Somme offensive. (See block-quote above).
Our lad below served a bit North, in a diversion meant to make the Axis think that the main attack wasn't going to take place astride the river that ultimately gave the battle its name.
I pontificated re same previously here .

The Royal Armouries Knucks
Yet another Great War set. These are based on a photo of the original in the Royal Armouries Museum in Leeds, UK.

This is the largest and roomiest of all.

The BC-41 Knucks
Moving forward into the Second War, this is a reproduction of the BC 41 knuckleduster.
Assumed to be a companion to the famous knuckle knife of the same name, it suffers from the same lack of information that surrounds the knife.
No one knows for certain but the belief is that BC 41, stamped both on knives and knucks, designated; British Commandos, 1941.
These are small and light but still with nice roomy finger stalls.
Available with points - or not.

Bo'sun's Knucks
This next one was copied from a photo provided by  the Maine Maritime Museum in Bath.
On the website, it was referred to as a set of "Boatswain's knuckles". I suspect that they simply belonged to a bo'sun rather than having any serious, nautical provenance.
Like the Royal Armouries knucks (above), they're large and roomy but are one-sided - index-finger must go in the index-finger hole, like the T-handle. Also it includes completely gratuitous knuckle points which take the form of blunted cones. Wicked.

 Rough Riders' Knucks
Like the Classic T-handle, this example was cast from an original; an original with an actual provenance.
These were carried by a participant in one of our earlier experiments in meddling abroad, the Spanish-American war.
The original is pictured next. It's a pretty standard, screaming-monkey design but larger than the classic monkey and with no hard edges anywhere. Very comfy.
The coolness factor comes to the fore with the inscription.
One side (Top photo) reads: "W. Samuels.  1898" while below is stamped "Cuba Libre" which is, of course, a rum-and-coke with lime.
The flip side reads: "Go Ahead".
I'd have gone with a motto that was a bit more dynamic. I can't imagine yelling "go ahead!" while making a charge but I wasn't there.
All I can think is that "Go ahead" sounded more badass back then.
Below that are the letters: "USV" for "U.S. Volunteers".

Thanks for looking.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Happy Bastille Day!

On this date, in 1789. members of the newly-formed National Constituent Assembly stormed the Bastille, a prison, which also contained weapons and ammunition. An effort with motivations similar to those of the raid on the Harper's Ferry Arsenal by John Brown sixty years later.
Exactly a century ago, Woodrow Wilson Guthrie was born in Okemah Oklahoma. Check out the sticker on his git-tar.
His best-known song, the inclusive and patriotic This Land is Your Land was written as a fuck-you to the sappy and complacent America the Beautiful by Irving Berlin. That alone is enough to redeem him for the blatant rip-off of the tune from the Hobo folksong, Wabash Cannonball (used in Grand Coulee Dam).
Besides, the hobos probably nicked the tune from somewhere else as well.
And since he died when he was only fifty-three, we'll also forgive him for Arlo.

"I don't want a pickle
I just want to ride on my motor-sickle...
And I don't wanta die
I just want to ride on my motor-sy."

Motorcycle Song 
By Arlo Guthrie.

My point, such as it is, is made.

Also, on this date, only fifty years hence, the members of the World's Greatest Rock and Roll Band were recovering from the hangover occasioned by the drunk that was intended to kill the hangover resulting from the earlier drunk which followed their first gig: at he Marquee Club in London.
I'm reaching on the dates. Deal with it.
The world's greatest rock and roll band is/was/and ever shall be the Rolling Stones for those slow on the uptake.

1881, Par Garrett killed William Bonney.

Richard Speck killed eight nursing students in Chicago on 7/14/66.

Harry Dean Stanton was born in 1926.
Best Harry Dean quote:

"Repo man's life is always intense"

We've been all over the map vis-a-vis timeline.
We have, like Billy Pilgrim before us, "...come unstuck in time."
Bonus (meaningless) points for any getting that reference.

In 1959, on this date the, USS Long Beach was launched.
One could say that she was in a class by herself which was indeed the case.
She was the last cruiser built on the traditional, cruiser hull.
She was nuclear-powered.
She was also designed to be an "all-missile" ship; later amended, at Pres, Kennedy's suggestion, to include some five-inchers.
I saw her more than a few times at Subic Bay.
A weird-looking boat to be sure.
Here's the beauty part:
She's up for grabs.
As scrap, on a per-pound basis. The nukes are long since gone as is most of the superstructure but, you can pick her up!
Just go here.
She's set up for conversion to... big-ass cabin-cruiser, bitchin' cool party boat.
You name it.
Remember: Marion Michael Morrison used a converted mine-sweeper as his private yacht.
And she may look a little rough but, think of her as a blank canvas.
Go nuts.

Monday, May 7, 2012