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ABOUT GERTEN'S FORGE
~ Dealer Inquiries Welcome ~
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 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. |
 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...
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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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Please feel free to browse around these pages, and to contact me with any questions.
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