Being that this blog is new, I haven’t really given you all the information about me – because, well, I like to be coy.
So here’s the scoop: I am a knifemaker. After years of study – under my former father in law; bladesmith – John Zembko of Zemknives – I started a knife company called “Ragged Mountain Knife Works” with my best friend, The Wolf (Really, that’s his name).
RMKW is in a state of hibernation right now, but we’re working on the next batch of knives, eternally. I’ll go deeper into that realm another time, eternally…
I am also an overly-technical, deep-dive reviewer of knives, tools, and all sorts of things related to hiking, camping, overlanding, and living my life in the outdoors.
So all of this a natural fit – an extension of my soul – as I find myself at the peak of my existence when out wandering.
Over the years, I’ve made a bit of a name for myself, through various channels – all in an attempt to keep myself writing, exploring, and entertained. It all worked, believe me – life is good. I am happy. The creativity within me seems endless if not ethereal, and I keep finding more ways to keep on sharing my thoughts and ideas.
I digress, again.
In July, an email came across the wire from Joe Jackson at Outside Magazine. He’d been given my name and some cocktail napkin credentials from a mutual friend in the industry (I love you, Tal-ee), and he wanted to ping me about knife care.
We got on the phone, talked shop for a bit – had a few laughs – and then it was a bit silent for about a month. Then comes another email, followed by another phone call, a bit more of the laughs, and then the stage was set.
Never didn’t I think the whole article was an interview with just me:
To say I am humbled would be an understatement. So, believe me when I tell you, I am going to get a little bit of traction out of this one.