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ABOUT
GERTEN'S FORGE
~ Dealer Inquiries Welcome ~ |
 Hi.
Thanks for visiting my website. I'm Frank Gerten and I operate Gerten's
Forge. I live in Salmon River country—famous for hunting, fishing,
whitewater rafting and outback living.
I have inhabited this very scenic area
for 25 years, currently with my three teenagers (two sons and a
daughter), our pooch named White Dog, a cat and a couple of ducks, all
of whom get into the act when they're not getting into other kinds of
trouble.
It's hard to complain about life when
you live in country like this and have such varied activities to attend
to.
Along with some rodeoing and a lot of
sheriffing, I've been involved in metal artistry for over 20 years,
doing custom wrought iron work and creating fine knives. I shoe a
lot of horses, too. It's a wild combination, for sure, and I can't say
that I've been bored very often. |
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I used to sell my knives by word of mouth
only, which I thought worked pretty well. It put them into almost every
U.S. state and province of Canada. In addition, knife lovers across the
world heard about and ordered my knives: like people from the Virgin
Islands, South America, Europe, Africa—even from Tonga, an island
kingdom in the South Pacific.
My customers tell me that you'll have a
hard time finding custom knives of better quality or design. Except for
the old horseshoes that I forge into some interesting items, I use the
finest materials and I pay a lot of attention to my workmanship. Every
one of my knives is unique, and hand made to your specifications. If I
can't be proud of it, I won't let it out of my shop. |
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If you arrived at this website to look at
my knives, you might be interested in some of the stories about them...
When I met the sword swallower at a
restaurant to deliver his blades, I laid them out on the table so we
could discuss them. The waitress came over and said we'd have to leave
because the sight of "weapons" might upset the other customers. So we
left. Outside, right in front of the windows, the guy began to swallow
his new swords, hamming it up just like in his act—for example, by
"pounding" the last one down. With all seven inserted (up to the hilt),
he grabbed the bunch and twisted, then bent over to take a bow before
withdrawing them. Eyes and mouths wide open, customers stopped eating to
watch the performance.
This guy also had me make him a special nose dagger. Really! But it
didn't go up his nose, it went straight in. He'd had his skull drilled
to accept the blade, it's point coming to rest 1/4" from his brain. Hey,
whatever it takes to make a living. Right? I'm waiting for an order to
top that one. |
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