Blacksmith for Barter | Live Free or Die

Gonna be a hot one today in the mountains of Colorado. Primitive blacksmith Derik fires up his forge to nearly 2500 degrees, the ideal temperature to mold iron.

Today I'm gonna continue working on my camp set, try to finish that out—four more pieces because all I need to get those other mules back. Derrick's mules are two corral, 15 miles away. This camp set is as good as money; it'll buy their ride back home.

I'm gonna start with a spoon today. It's getting hot; I'm gonna have to strip down here. This kind of camp set was a very necessary piece of equipment to all the people that came out here pioneering.

This is a highly desired commodity, you know? You can't go down to Walmart and buy this stuff, so I could trade this for the shipping of my mules.

Well, we're good in there, starting some cuffing. The shipping of my mules is a big expensive process, and this is the kind of trade good that I can make to make that happen.

My spoon's done. Oh, look at that! I didn't even measure that; I guess they made it, and they came out identical. Really nice!

The lady who has my mules would love to trade for something like this. She's a real down-to-earth person, loves to camp out—probably get a lot of use out of this piece.

Done with another piece; three more after this one. But right now, I need some more metal, so I'm gonna saddle up my mule and ride down to the old junkyard and dig around to find the right pieces of metal I'm looking for.

Good, Mom! We got an easy job today, Scout—gonna go downtown, pick up a little metal in the saddlebags. No big deal!