Fellow occasional rust-hunters ...
I drove LOML into work at 6:15am (she's doing a 12 hr shift,
and day shift is not her favorite to begin with) and swung by the Reynolds / Price /et al named Field Of
Dreams flea market reported on so many times in the Archives.
This was the second time I'd stopped by this year, the previous
event being a dry-hole experience last week. It has been a tough
place to find much of anything the few times I've been by over
the last two years.
I arrived before most of the regulars had the tarps off their
tables, but there were some new guys this time who had that
early morning enthusiasm. Well, today apparently was 'mechanics &
power woodworking tools' day. Some decent mechanics tools were
offered which I didn't need more of, and some well beat up
portable power saws of various types.
A modest assortment of handtools for a change at a couple of
unfamiliar tables, but all
junk except perhaps one Bailey #5 in poor condition. This was,
however, the first time I've ever seen a guy bring the Block
Plane Burial Ground and dump it on a tarp on the pavement for
all to see, along with a box of what had to be forty bench plane
irons in moderately to very rusty condition.
A couple of the
irons were interesting due to being wide (probably most came
from #6 - #8 Stanley's and similar), and for the chipbreaker or
cap iron attached to a few. One in particular looked like it
might have come from an English infill, with a bevel & miter
edged cap iron, but the name barely readable through the rust
seemed to be "Clover Brand", which sure didn't sound all that
promising. I didn't expect much better than unpleasantly pitted
condition upon cleanup of any of them, so eventually just walked
There had to be 50 block plane bodies, sans almost all
other parts, and all looked to be bog common Stanley standard
bevel angle varieties, or their equivalents, although there had
to be an adjustable mouth body somewhere in there as there was a
damaged sliding mouth part laying on the ground, probably from a
Record given a tinge of what looked to be blue paint.
why the seller bothered, but other people bring stuff that I
would never think sells, and I guess some of it must. One other (unknown) guy was standing there looking at this pile with
me, obviously knew what the parts were too, but he had the same
reaction I did. Picked up one body, looked at me, put it back,
and he moved on too. Garage sales are looking better these days in Old Tool Hell.
Maybe we've finally reached the point in
the market Todd has been waiting for all these years - his stash is
now that last source, he's got 'em, and e*ay is ready and waiting
for our bids. Well, maybe, per the paper last week - at least
until e*ay raises their rates one more time and the second Amurrican
revolution gives Todd a chance to try out all those old
muzzle-loaders in his stash. Sigh, ...... I really liked the
hands-on ways of finding tools. It's been dead at my other favorite