When the Lair’s addition went up 3 years ago I included a back door for convenience and fire safety. But the door I had to work with didn’t have a cutout for a deadbolt and the lock on the knob left a lot to be desired. Rather than invest in a hole jig and maybe screw up my only door, I went old school.
That worked so well I ended up doing the same thing on the front door*. Those brackets are sized for a 2X4 but the application really calls for hardwood. Except nobody, at least nobody within my traveling range, sells hardwood lumber – and I got some funny looks when I enquired. Finally just relaxed about it – but I won’t say it didn’t bug me a little.
Then this morning I was cutting up pallets for firewood…
…and I happened to be cutting up an especially nice hardwood one…
When the older wiser voice in my head that doesn’t come around very often mused, ‘Four feet? Weren’t you looking for two 4-foot hardwood 2X4s?’
*Yeah, and if you think that sounds extreme I won’t argue. But weird things can happen in the boonies – Not far from the Lair there once was a guy who lived not so differently from me…until some nutjob murdered him in his bed. His situation wasn’t exactly like mine: He was more public than I am and a rather unpleasant character. But I know of nothing he did that earned a whacking. And you can’t defend your own sleep, so anything that delays and loudens a forcible entry is good. I don’t have even the illusion of cops to defend me.