By the time you are reading this editorial, I will be secure in a secret northern Minnesota location catching largemouth and smallmouth bass in vast quantities! (But not exceeding legal limits or the bounds of good sportsmanship.) I will, of course, be using some of my own hand-turned fishing lures. While they have not proved to be so remarkably effective that my long-time fishing buddies are willing to pay the exorbitant prices that I would like to charge for them, the lures actually do catch fish.
Why does that matter? Well, it occurred to me that regardless of what I do, somehow woodworking seems to become part of it. I think it is along the lines of the old adage: “When all you have is a hammer, all your problems begin to look like nails.” So, because the only thing that I apparently know anything at all about is woodworking – well, I think you see the point.
I mean, look at my job … woodworking. Look at my fishing hobby … woodworking. Gardening … woodworking! And don’t even ask me about how I do laundry.
So there you have it, proof positive that woodworking is indeed the center of the world. (Or at least my world.)
Rob Johnstone, Woodworker’s Journal