Reflection in the fountain located on Pack Square in Asheville, NC.
Knife makers struggle and yearn for the P
P as in publicity
There’s a maker that wants to be unknown
Signing his work just makes him groan
A strange duck is he, seeming to want anonymity
Advice is futile, especially from you
He has his cake and he eats it too
He makes ‘em big, he makes ‘em little
But ask him to sign, and he’s non-committal
To tell it true…he makes what he wants, that’s all he’ll do
It’s odd that he won’t sign his work
I suppose it’s some sort of quirk
So back in the woods, in a shop on a hill
There’s a knife maker that does what he will
I’ll quit now and not be a jerk, just in case he should go berserk
Below are two unsigned knives by the unknown knife maker. The sheaths are by Bob Wiggins who does sign his work on the back, although in VERY small letters.
Knife maker Bill Wiggins grinds a blade.
Yellow, orange, and green.