Wood Working Project: Fishing Rod Holder

by Kirk on January 15, 2012

While walking through a familiar sporting goods store I came across a fishing rod holder in the shape of a ship’s wheel. I wanted it desperately but had no need for one that could hold that many rods and costs what it cost. So, I decided to make my own.

First, there was the matter of placement. Where would I put it once it was built, in the garage, the basement, my workshop, or my office? Would it hang from the ceiling, mounted on the wall or made to stand on its own? I had to think of my wife since it is her home too. Where would this annoy her the least?

Before I could answer that question I went online to look for some simple patterns to use. I thought that for the time being I would make one that could be mounted on the ceiling or on the wall. I found a photo of a homemade rod holder that used a nice curve in the shape of a wave to hold the tips in place.

I had a basic plan of what I wanted it to look like and I wanted to add a little something with a folk art feel to it. To make my holder I purchased several pieces of red oak from a big box hardware store. I had no idea what I was buying but the grain looked nice and I didn’t want to use pine.

The first mistake I made was drilling my holes first without really thinking about what I was doing. This resulted in a holder meant for five rods not the four I had used in my design. My next mistake was drawing the rip curl waves freehand while talking with my brother. Each wave held a different shape.

Since the wood was expensive and this was a prototype for my own use I decide to press onward with my plan.

As I mentioned before I wanted to add something of a folk art quality. I decided on carving out the profile of a trout. Since we practice catch and release in my family and we are not trophy hunters I thought it would be sensible to add the ever elusive trout to my rod holder. If I can’t catch them I’ll make them.

I sketched the outline of the trout in pencil and then used my Dremel with the router adapter and bit. I had trouble using this set so I went to using chisels and carving tools borrowed from my dad.

This process took the most of my time. Once I decided to stop I moved on to sanding.

Sanding the fish was the most difficult task. I’ve never liked sanding for some reason. In middle school during shop class the shop teacher, Mr. P, never seemed satisfied with my sanding. I would sand my project, take it to him for approval and he would have me go back and sand some more.

Once I had tired of sanding I applied two coats of stain. This was completed with one coat of satin polyurethane.

The next step was conjoining the pieces. For this I drilled holes in the two pieces I then placed small rods of wood in each hole and applied a liberal amount of wood glue. Unfortunately, the pieces are not flush. They are secured but not cleanly.

When the glue was set I made a few screw holes and mounted the pieces on the ceiling in my workshop above my drafting table.

In comparison, it would have been nearly just as costly and less time consuming to have purchased the ship’s wheel. However, it wouldn’t be as unique and I wouldn’t have the satisfaction of creating something.

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Illustration Friday: Messenger

by Kirk on December 30, 2011

Wow, it has been a long time since I posted something on Illustration Friday and boy did I miss it. This week’s topic was Messenger and immediately I thought of Mercury. Then I thought of how much everything has changed in the last few decades.

I did some thumbnails of a foot race between email, twitter, facebook and Mercury. I added snail-mail, word of mouth and the telephone as an added methodology for giving someone a message.

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Fuzzy Memories: Christmas Pt. 3 Conclusion

by Kirk on December 26, 2011

Shortly after Ike fell ill and died Mike followed the leader over the rainbow bridge.  Saddened by our brief relationship with our chameleons we wanted to bury them but our father, the smartest smoking moustache I knew, told us the ground would be frozen since it was winter in Ohio.

The smartest smoking moustache I knew needed to rid our home of our dried Christmas tree and said he had an idea. He took our chameleons and the Christmas tree and lead us down to the river and out onto the canoe landing.

He had us place the box holding the chameleon corpses on top of the Christmas tree floating in the water. We said our goodbyes and after lighting his Winston cigarette, the smartest smoking moustache I knew lit the tree on fire and pushed it out into the current.

We watched from the landing as we gave Mike & Ike a well deserved Viking Funeral.

The End.

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Fuzzy Memories: Christmas Pt. 2

by Kirk on December 25, 2011

After a few weeks of feeding them meal-worms and watching them do just about nothing, the smartest smoking mustache I knew (a.k.a. dad, but as a child all I could associate with him were his moustache, glasses and his brand of cigarettes – Winstons so from here on out he will be referred to as the smartest smoking moustache I knew)  told us that we could tie a shoe lace around their necks and walk them like dogs. Most likely he got this idea from something he had seen during Vietnam and way before there was anything called PETA.

Keith and I tried this with little success. If Mike or Ike tried to run they just hung themselves. There was no training taking place for these little creatures. I remember their little hearts beating rapidly from fear whenever we had them out of their tank. In hindsight it is pretty clear as to why this response occurred.

Here is a little info on this type of chameleon…

A Carolina anole will turn brown when cold or distressed. Keith’s was almost always brown and it was cold in our house for it was winter and our room was especially cold in the winter time. Having a shoe lace tied around one’s neck by an eight year old who is trying to train you to walk on command could cause a bit of stress in one’s life as well. The trouble is there were too many possibilities as to what caused Ike to pass away, but he did and no autopsy was ever performed.

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Fuzzy Memories: Christmas Part I

December 24, 2011

One Holiday season my younger brother and I had somehow managed to talk my mother into buying us pet lizards from a local pet store. This memory seems to be so far removed from reality as something that my mother would do that I had to write about it and speak with my siblings as [...]

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