Cincinnati Shaper
Re: Cincinnati Shaper
Ooooooooo, yeah.... nice one... If the pattern's yours to do with what ya please, then a couple coats of spray paint enamel, plus rub'n the pattern down with graphite before pack'n it in sand would work to eliminate those blemishes around the lettering.
Re: Cincinnati Shaper
patterns not mine I have one cast left to do with it hopefully, then the guy can do what he wants with the letters, they aren't important to him this was an experiment on his end the 3D printer plus some castings to make a tool for his lathe and a couple other small projects. For me its just time in the backyard with the Shop Monster.
Charlie says he's going as a devil dog for Halloween
Charlie says he's going as a devil dog for Halloween
David and Charlie aka the shop monster
If life seems normal your not going fast enough" Mario Andrette
If life seems normal your not going fast enough" Mario Andrette
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CHARLIE.... 
I had a dog while I was in service the entire battery embraced as their mascot. His name, initially, was "Quy-Chang" 'cause he was lightening quick and a fight'n fool. He also fully understood military commands and literally became one of the team within our unit. He was a small breed (Brussell Griffin, a terrier derivative) initially bred from China as a palace dog. They were vicious bastards in a fight and would kill any rodent, cat, fox, etc., as well challenge and fight to the death against anything considered an intruder. He was breech at birth and I assisted his birth then the bitch decided to abandon and not feed him. I nursed him, myself, several times a day with whole milk in a rubber glove's finger made into a tit. Kept him in my coat pocket throughout the day till he got too big then taught him to stay quiet and bedded down in my wall locker throughout most of the days thereafter till he got too big for that. Then taught him to hide in my laundry bag while I was away on duty during the day. Eventually, after 7 months, the first sergeant caught evidence of him in my room. After being lectured about not being able to have a pet I explained he wasn't a pet that his only family was the UNIT and the entire battery knew of him and each had some input to his training though he only stayed in my room which always passed inspection. I even told him he'd gone to the field with us on maneuvers quite often which demonstrated his stealth and training to follow orders. The 1st sgt questioned his NCO's about it and they admitted the dog was definitely family to the unit so the 1st sgt told me to take it up with the captain and see if he'd allow the dog to remain. So I did... when called in to report I saluted, announced myself with military protocol and Quy-Chang sat at attention along side of me and did his own salute with a raised paw... and held it there till the Cpt. saluted back and ordered us to stand at ease. The Cpt then ordered to take a seat and that damn dog beat me to it, the only empty chair and he was quick to occupy it (the little shit). So I went to parade rest. Yeah, he lectured me how it's impossible to have a pet in the unit but I informed him he's not a pet but family to this outfit. Not only did he fully understand 90% of military commands he could also recognize rank with due respect. The Cpt was so impressed with him he chose to give him a chance, primarily due the fact the ENTIRE battery was in full support toward having him as a member of the unit. So... we were given the go ahead as a trial and within the next 6 months we received proper orders assigning Quy as a member of the Battery with the rank of private first class. There was only one exception, though... his name... the Cpt. didn't like the one he had and felt it more appropriate he have a name reflecting the Battery... so he was officially given the name "CHARLIE" (for CHARLIE Battery). The men, however, continued to call him Quy-Chang but that eventually grew to Quy-Chang Chuck, then shortened eventually to "Chuck"... or "Charlie". Chuck was his nickname that eventually stuck. After two years my tour of duty was over and I opted to reenlist and was reassigned to Alaska. I moved on.... After three months I got a call from my previous 1st Sgt that I had a package arriving by airline I needed to pick up, something I left behind that belonged in my care. Damned if it wasn't Chuck... with reassignment orders issued by the Army re-assigning him to ME and the unit I was in. Seems Chuck decided to quit eating long after I'd left and didn't want to live without me. So... after retrieving him, I brought him to my new Cpt along with his orders and told him of Chuck's life story. The orders he had clearly stated Chuck was a valuable contributing member of the former artillery unit and that his reassignment would be attached to me and I'd be responsible for him. Chuck stayed with me off post but reported to duty along with me each day till that second tour of duty was up. We pulled guard duty together, went to the field with my section, literally active duty that entire tour as well. The day I was discharged, Chuck got his discharge as well, and we left service together. Chuck had become Corporal by then... he also qualified for full VA health benefits. HAHAHA.... it was AWESOME. Prior to Alaska assignment I had become a member of the 5th Army Rifle Team and shot competition, nationally, against other military groups as well NRA teams. Chuck served with me on that team, as well. But, since we did no guard duty, and only shot competition, there was nothing for him to do but watch which he decided was best done nestled up behind my rifled shoulder (when in prone or sitting positions) and lay his head on my shoulder (or just to the side of it) and watch along side my rifle's stock to spot what it was I was shooting at. Every round fired the brass would flick back and barely miss his head but he'd never flinch. HAHA... Hell, even in the Artillery he'd never flinch when the cannons fired. He LOVED the smell of gun powder in the air, I swear!! And best of all, that little shit was a pussy attract'n fool... Women flocked around him everywhere we went. Never a dull moment with Charlie around. That shit was the epitome of male studliness and a woman attract'n fool. HAHAHA.... After a couple years in civilian life he defended my parent's property, in Alaska, from a pack of dogs that had been terrorizing people's properties at night and killing pets. They did their best to kill him but come daylight I found him, and him alone, sit'n upright, with his head hung low, at the end of the driveway stand'n ground in defiance. His throat was ripped open and his tongue was lay'n against his neck. Vet exam showed multiple lung penetrations and gut penetrations, hide torn back terribly in several places, but he was stand'n his ground (STILL) until relived of duty. The vet took about a week of surgeries to patch him back together and he survived it... but his mind switched to a very dark place. He'd literally go for the kill (rather than just a defense posture) with every encounter that he deemed deserved to die. The vet warned me this might happen which is typical for an animal once they survive such a vicious assault like he did. It got to where I had difficulty taking him anywhere 'cause if someone's pet come up to sniff his ass he'd try to kill it. Yeah, I could order him to stop... initially, but it got more and more difficult to get him to. The day he went after a kid on a bike and managed to topple the kid off it by yard'n her off by the pants leg, I met him at the end of the drive with a 410 shotgun and dispatched him. What was a most amazing and wonderful life with him ended that instant in a most painful memory I'll harbor the rest of my life. But at least the better memories we've had together far outweight the last. Never had another dog with as much heart and soul as that one did. Some were close, but Charlie was a one in a billion.
I had a dog while I was in service the entire battery embraced as their mascot. His name, initially, was "Quy-Chang" 'cause he was lightening quick and a fight'n fool. He also fully understood military commands and literally became one of the team within our unit. He was a small breed (Brussell Griffin, a terrier derivative) initially bred from China as a palace dog. They were vicious bastards in a fight and would kill any rodent, cat, fox, etc., as well challenge and fight to the death against anything considered an intruder. He was breech at birth and I assisted his birth then the bitch decided to abandon and not feed him. I nursed him, myself, several times a day with whole milk in a rubber glove's finger made into a tit. Kept him in my coat pocket throughout the day till he got too big then taught him to stay quiet and bedded down in my wall locker throughout most of the days thereafter till he got too big for that. Then taught him to hide in my laundry bag while I was away on duty during the day. Eventually, after 7 months, the first sergeant caught evidence of him in my room. After being lectured about not being able to have a pet I explained he wasn't a pet that his only family was the UNIT and the entire battery knew of him and each had some input to his training though he only stayed in my room which always passed inspection. I even told him he'd gone to the field with us on maneuvers quite often which demonstrated his stealth and training to follow orders. The 1st sgt questioned his NCO's about it and they admitted the dog was definitely family to the unit so the 1st sgt told me to take it up with the captain and see if he'd allow the dog to remain. So I did... when called in to report I saluted, announced myself with military protocol and Quy-Chang sat at attention along side of me and did his own salute with a raised paw... and held it there till the Cpt. saluted back and ordered us to stand at ease. The Cpt then ordered to take a seat and that damn dog beat me to it, the only empty chair and he was quick to occupy it (the little shit). So I went to parade rest. Yeah, he lectured me how it's impossible to have a pet in the unit but I informed him he's not a pet but family to this outfit. Not only did he fully understand 90% of military commands he could also recognize rank with due respect. The Cpt was so impressed with him he chose to give him a chance, primarily due the fact the ENTIRE battery was in full support toward having him as a member of the unit. So... we were given the go ahead as a trial and within the next 6 months we received proper orders assigning Quy as a member of the Battery with the rank of private first class. There was only one exception, though... his name... the Cpt. didn't like the one he had and felt it more appropriate he have a name reflecting the Battery... so he was officially given the name "CHARLIE" (for CHARLIE Battery). The men, however, continued to call him Quy-Chang but that eventually grew to Quy-Chang Chuck, then shortened eventually to "Chuck"... or "Charlie". Chuck was his nickname that eventually stuck. After two years my tour of duty was over and I opted to reenlist and was reassigned to Alaska. I moved on.... After three months I got a call from my previous 1st Sgt that I had a package arriving by airline I needed to pick up, something I left behind that belonged in my care. Damned if it wasn't Chuck... with reassignment orders issued by the Army re-assigning him to ME and the unit I was in. Seems Chuck decided to quit eating long after I'd left and didn't want to live without me. So... after retrieving him, I brought him to my new Cpt along with his orders and told him of Chuck's life story. The orders he had clearly stated Chuck was a valuable contributing member of the former artillery unit and that his reassignment would be attached to me and I'd be responsible for him. Chuck stayed with me off post but reported to duty along with me each day till that second tour of duty was up. We pulled guard duty together, went to the field with my section, literally active duty that entire tour as well. The day I was discharged, Chuck got his discharge as well, and we left service together. Chuck had become Corporal by then... he also qualified for full VA health benefits. HAHAHA.... it was AWESOME. Prior to Alaska assignment I had become a member of the 5th Army Rifle Team and shot competition, nationally, against other military groups as well NRA teams. Chuck served with me on that team, as well. But, since we did no guard duty, and only shot competition, there was nothing for him to do but watch which he decided was best done nestled up behind my rifled shoulder (when in prone or sitting positions) and lay his head on my shoulder (or just to the side of it) and watch along side my rifle's stock to spot what it was I was shooting at. Every round fired the brass would flick back and barely miss his head but he'd never flinch. HAHA... Hell, even in the Artillery he'd never flinch when the cannons fired. He LOVED the smell of gun powder in the air, I swear!! And best of all, that little shit was a pussy attract'n fool... Women flocked around him everywhere we went. Never a dull moment with Charlie around. That shit was the epitome of male studliness and a woman attract'n fool. HAHAHA.... After a couple years in civilian life he defended my parent's property, in Alaska, from a pack of dogs that had been terrorizing people's properties at night and killing pets. They did their best to kill him but come daylight I found him, and him alone, sit'n upright, with his head hung low, at the end of the driveway stand'n ground in defiance. His throat was ripped open and his tongue was lay'n against his neck. Vet exam showed multiple lung penetrations and gut penetrations, hide torn back terribly in several places, but he was stand'n his ground (STILL) until relived of duty. The vet took about a week of surgeries to patch him back together and he survived it... but his mind switched to a very dark place. He'd literally go for the kill (rather than just a defense posture) with every encounter that he deemed deserved to die. The vet warned me this might happen which is typical for an animal once they survive such a vicious assault like he did. It got to where I had difficulty taking him anywhere 'cause if someone's pet come up to sniff his ass he'd try to kill it. Yeah, I could order him to stop... initially, but it got more and more difficult to get him to. The day he went after a kid on a bike and managed to topple the kid off it by yard'n her off by the pants leg, I met him at the end of the drive with a 410 shotgun and dispatched him. What was a most amazing and wonderful life with him ended that instant in a most painful memory I'll harbor the rest of my life. But at least the better memories we've had together far outweight the last. Never had another dog with as much heart and soul as that one did. Some were close, but Charlie was a one in a billion.Re: Cincinnati Shaper
maybe you should of just taught him to of stayed in the yard. most of the front of my property is unfenced and shop monster stays in the yard cause he knows them dumbasses in the cars would just love to run over his almost fat butt
David and Charlie aka the shop monster
If life seems normal your not going fast enough" Mario Andrette
If life seems normal your not going fast enough" Mario Andrette
Re: Cincinnati Shaper
HAHA... HE DID stay in the yard. That pack of dogs trespassed, and the road back to my parent's place (at that time a 4x4 backwoods trail) cut through a corner of my parent's property. It was no surprise he hated kids... why, I never knew 'cause he'd never been around them but a few times. Twice before I had to get on him about his attitude toward them, the second time I broke one of his ribs kick'n him away from a little girl play'n jump rope. He charged her, why though, I never could figure out... just that he did and my love for kids far outweighed my respect for him. My reaction was instinctive. All he managed was rip'n her shirt just as I caught up with him and kicked him free. That kid on the bicycle, however, was "in the roadway" and he never once gave anyone any grief walk'n by on foot. That time was after his mind went dark and ugly from near getting torn to shreds by that pack.
Re: Cincinnati Shaper
made these today for the guy that made the plastic patterns, what their for I have no idea he just sent the parts and said I need this, so he got this
David and Charlie aka the shop monster
If life seems normal your not going fast enough" Mario Andrette
If life seems normal your not going fast enough" Mario Andrette
Re: Cincinnati Shaper
That interesting and most curious.... is it a secret?... one of those, "I'll have ta kill ya if I tell ya what it is" kinda things? LOL...
Re: Cincinnati Shaper
its one of those, "if I tell ya you will probably kill me kinda things"
No actually the parts that made up the mold were some plastic Gate and Runner pieces a friend printed for me, then he got the idea that the Hubs for a better word would work to replace some PVC parts on a some machines that they use, so he ask me to cast him some.
I had hoped to cast them along with a small vise pattern made by the same guy, but the sand kept falling out of the flask so I just poured the hubs.
This was what I had planed to pour so he could see the parts in play. The photo above is what was poured.
I was told that the arms on the hubs only need to be .5" long, but figured that I had the parts so why not make them so he could cut them apart then chuck up in the lathe to make the drilling job a lot easier, They are going to be cross drilled and then tapped for pipe thread.
Some shrinkage of the sides that were up, but for what he's going to do with them they will work. I have one more to do which will also include a Y shape piece.
No actually the parts that made up the mold were some plastic Gate and Runner pieces a friend printed for me, then he got the idea that the Hubs for a better word would work to replace some PVC parts on a some machines that they use, so he ask me to cast him some.
I had hoped to cast them along with a small vise pattern made by the same guy, but the sand kept falling out of the flask so I just poured the hubs.
This was what I had planed to pour so he could see the parts in play. The photo above is what was poured.
Some shrinkage of the sides that were up, but for what he's going to do with them they will work. I have one more to do which will also include a Y shape piece.
David and Charlie aka the shop monster
If life seems normal your not going fast enough" Mario Andrette
If life seems normal your not going fast enough" Mario Andrette
Re: Cincinnati Shaper
scratched around on the letter with a wood chisel some this morning and finally got a decent pull on the initals on this pattern.
David and Charlie aka the shop monster
If life seems normal your not going fast enough" Mario Andrette
If life seems normal your not going fast enough" Mario Andrette
Re: Cincinnati Shaper
Oh YEAH.... NICE impression.