Well living in central Massachusets, I'm blessed with my choice of sharpening stones. See, one of the world's largest abrasive manufacturers is located in Worcester, MA.
Well, it seems that the original owner of the house we live in built the fire place out of sharpening stones from that company. The yard is littered with various types and grades of stones, that I have collected over the years.
Then there's the Arkansas stones that I have bought at flea markets and yard sales. Often they are choked with oil and grease. These I wipe down with paint thinner and then soak over night in hot water and Dawn or Sunlight dishsoap. Then I set them out in the sun to dry. I don't use oil to sharpen my blades, only dish soap and a few drops of water.
As for the angle at which I sharpen my blades, I hold the blade very close to the stone. It almost looks as if I am polishing the blade. I move the blade around in a circular motion. I only use a file to start a new blade or remove a bad nick. My first stepfather showed me how to sharpen knives, he was from North Carolina and his family were backwoods people from way back.
Years ago, think I was twenty, I was sharpening knives for the produce department that I was the Assistant Supervisor of. The manager of the meat department walks up and says I was doing it all wrong. I took a swipe with the large french blade knife at one of the banana boxes stacked up next to the sink. A three sided pyramid, six inches tall fell to the floor. Stunned, the meat manager looked at me, the knife, the box and the box corner on the floor with his jaw hanging down. I replied, "You're right, its still a little dull." He had me redo all his blades. For me, a knife is not sharp, unless it takes hair. You can always tell when I've been sharpening knives by the bald spots on my arms.
Just :m2c: