Some time ago, I was milling out one of the pieces of my pattern- a part of one of the cylinder mouths. The wood was a plank of seasoned maple. On the final pass, the chips being thrown up suddenly began to get shiny! I immediately stopped the machine, blew out all the chips and took a closer look. Indeed, buried in the wood was a small metallic blob. I carefully pried it out. It was a BULLET! Part of it had been milled away but enough was left to leave no doubt. Probably a stray from a hunter's rifle long ago. Do you see the deep significance? A BULLET....