Glasses belong to my son and I'm waiting for him to throw them away. They've been shuffled around between the outhouse and the workbench now for over 2 yrs.
Got that ring chased and this is gonna be the one. Already dread giving this one up. Just look at that color. This is the second stave from the same tree and the only two I had. The last one had massive borer damage and I had to reduce it to 51". It made a fine bow and went to my friend and neighbors daughter. 35#@24".
Looks like rain and enough stave work for today. Time to pack some staves off to the post office for shipment. A fresh start again in the morning on this one.