There is a story in my family on one of my uncles throwing one of these very wooden darts, widdies, into the his brother’s head, causing the afflicted brother to run upstairs screaming. No idea if it’s true, but it’s a fun story… well, fun for most of us. At some point these came into my sister’s possession and she gave them to me to see if I could make them nice again. I held on to them for a while, unsure whether these were toys, tools, or artifacts. In the end, I remembered that whatever they were, they were meant to be fun, and sitting on my bench wasn’t. I think they came out pretty well.
This is the full set of darts, just as I received them from my sister.
…a closer look at one dart. This is the one I didn’t touch.
I started by scraping all the old, beat up feathers off
I had to pry the tips out
Then I needed a way to hold them while i worked on them. This is just some wire nails in a bit of scrap, but it worked great for the entire project!
Making progress, and here’s the untouched original. That’s actually the only one I didn’t give back to my sister
That’s Mike’s Sherline mill doing something very un-mill-like
…it worked pretty well, though…
Come on… the boy figured it out without even thinking about it.
Yup, the hexagonal shape let me line up the feathers in perfect thirds. Pretty neat trick, I thought.
And here are the finished darts… and ol’ ugly there in the middle. It was a super-fun project and it totally made me go lathe shopping…
I gave these to Cheri, and she loved them… now to challenge her to a game. Duck!