I love the zone I get in chasing a ring. The time spent with a sharp pencil and dawn's early light, finding the shape of the bow in the grain of the wood, absolutely magical. Roughing out the bow with a hand axe and hogging with a heavy draw knife while making manly grunts is just plain cool! Then the hours and hours spent with an LED flashlight held at every possible angle to eliminate the finest tool marks is that zen thing all over again. Hand rubbing finishes, as far as I am concerned, is just a labor of love.
What I hate. And hate is such an understatement because it does not include the terror that grips my guts...is the tillering.