I need to build a table.

I've been milling up this lumber.

I'm just gonna put them together.

Then the legs.

You're gonna be just like a little wall.

So be a little wall here.

Little wall here, table going across the top.

Cake.

This is a trestle table instead of four legs.

Just kind of have to little walls one at each end than to keep those from wobbling.

You put the trestle in between when it all comes together.

Big free.

Cool.

So start with legs.

I'm going to get the glues together.

This isn't just normal.

Elmer's glue here.

This is a two part epoxy, much stronger.

This is gonna be pretty rustic.

Not really.

Finally finished.

It's pretty simple, I think.

Kind of like you'd expect for a floating homestead.

Rough and tumble.

Let's have everybody over for Thanksgiving table.

You're gonna be the legs.

Next, we're gonna build the trestle, cut it toe length, and then cut the tendons in the end of it.

What we're doing here is this is all gonna go away This inch and 1/2 pieces gonna slide into a hole in the leg of the table.

Give that table structural integrity that we're looking for for Thanksgiving dinner.

I got all those curve cuts made, and now your chisel off the excess would take me down.

A chisel town like that was gonna make a hole.

Then we're going to start making those mortis is holes in the legs of the table.

That trestle he's gonna go through there, wiggle, wiggle back and forth.

It's perfect.

We almost got it done.

It's kind of down to making sure everything's in the right place.

It's no way.

Don't want you to have to try to move this by your lonesome, so we'll pick this up, get on there and then you can just let it finish.

Elk urine clam up.

It'll be where it needs to be and made them can get home before it gets dark.

This is gonna be a historical in our family legend.

You know, the time we went out and found Dad on this loading homestead and he showed us how to build an old mortise and tenon table family working together and creating a family heirloom for me, that's really kind of special to bring of Thanksgiving past me.

More mashed potatoes, please.

A little more Alaska.

The last frontier.

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