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brief history here...I have a first cousin the same age as me, we grew up together and are still close after 50 years. He actually runs the family farm, the one I frequently walk searching for artifacts. When I say farm, I know it conjures up images of old barns and cows and maybe amilkmaid or something, but ours isn’t so much that kind of farm. The site I usually hunt is also where our cabin is and where I deer hunt, it’s my fortress of solitude, so to speak. It sits in the center of a 4K block of mostly farm land with a few hundred acres of trees and lakes spread throughout., and its rich to the nth degree with Quapaw/Mississippian artifacts of all types, but because of its proximity to the River, we are likely to never find anything there over 1,000-1,200 years old because of the river meanderings.
occasionally, I hunt other parts of the farm closer to where the family actually lives. We farm about 28k acres spread over 3 counties, and the area away from the river is where some of the more interesting(older) finds have been made. Sometimes the wandering bring up the most interesting mix of artifacts, from paleo to civil war. Last year we had a crew doing some precision leveling(I know, it hurts me too)on a section of new ground, when the land plane broke down. The guy operating it radios my cousin and he shows up and they begin to replace the busted hydraulics. This machine is about 80 feet long, so my cousin is walking it looking for any missed flaws before starting back up when he finds a rock that looks odd. Any rock there is out of place, so he picks it up and puts it in his tool box in his truck. It rides around in the tool box for about 8 months until he trades the truck in and he has a guy swap the tool boxes out to his new truck and clean it out... the guy brings the rock into his office and he was all “oh yeah, I forgot about that thing.” Now, mind you, he knows just enough to be dangerous when it comes to artifacts...he cares next to nothing about any of them...so he takes it home and puts it in a drawer. This past spring he and I were talking about some artifacts I had found(I always get excited and try to get him excited, and it never works) and he says he had found this weird rock. I asked what it looks like, and he draws it in dirt on th tailgate...and my jaw drops. I google images and show him this pic, and he says “yeah, it looks just like that, but the cutting edges are smooth and not serrated.” My heart just about jumps out of my chest. I’ve never held one of these...only seen them in museums and books and on the interwebs...so I say “can I see it?” We hop in his truck and head to his house, which is in the throws of a huge remodel(his wife was inspired by my remodel) and he asked where the contents of a certain drawer are...and she says everything is all boxed up and in storage In the shop. I resist the urge to dig through 50 boxes of his personal belongings, but I don’t know how. He says “when we unpack everything, and when I find it, and you can have it.” I am literally stunned and at the same time not surprised at all, because he just doesn’t care about things like that at all.
so now, I sit patiently waiting on their builder to finish......
heres the image i showed Him he said “looked just like that”....
brief history here...I have a first cousin the same age as me, we grew up together and are still close after 50 years. He actually runs the family farm, the one I frequently walk searching for artifacts. When I say farm, I know it conjures up images of old barns and cows and maybe amilkmaid or something, but ours isn’t so much that kind of farm. The site I usually hunt is also where our cabin is and where I deer hunt, it’s my fortress of solitude, so to speak. It sits in the center of a 4K block of mostly farm land with a few hundred acres of trees and lakes spread throughout., and its rich to the nth degree with Quapaw/Mississippian artifacts of all types, but because of its proximity to the River, we are likely to never find anything there over 1,000-1,200 years old because of the river meanderings.
occasionally, I hunt other parts of the farm closer to where the family actually lives. We farm about 28k acres spread over 3 counties, and the area away from the river is where some of the more interesting(older) finds have been made. Sometimes the wandering bring up the most interesting mix of artifacts, from paleo to civil war. Last year we had a crew doing some precision leveling(I know, it hurts me too)on a section of new ground, when the land plane broke down. The guy operating it radios my cousin and he shows up and they begin to replace the busted hydraulics. This machine is about 80 feet long, so my cousin is walking it looking for any missed flaws before starting back up when he finds a rock that looks odd. Any rock there is out of place, so he picks it up and puts it in his tool box in his truck. It rides around in the tool box for about 8 months until he trades the truck in and he has a guy swap the tool boxes out to his new truck and clean it out... the guy brings the rock into his office and he was all “oh yeah, I forgot about that thing.” Now, mind you, he knows just enough to be dangerous when it comes to artifacts...he cares next to nothing about any of them...so he takes it home and puts it in a drawer. This past spring he and I were talking about some artifacts I had found(I always get excited and try to get him excited, and it never works) and he says he had found this weird rock. I asked what it looks like, and he draws it in dirt on th tailgate...and my jaw drops. I google images and show him this pic, and he says “yeah, it looks just like that, but the cutting edges are smooth and not serrated.” My heart just about jumps out of my chest. I’ve never held one of these...only seen them in museums and books and on the interwebs...so I say “can I see it?” We hop in his truck and head to his house, which is in the throws of a huge remodel(his wife was inspired by my remodel) and he asked where the contents of a certain drawer are...and she says everything is all boxed up and in storage In the shop. I resist the urge to dig through 50 boxes of his personal belongings, but I don’t know how. He says “when we unpack everything, and when I find it, and you can have it.” I am literally stunned and at the same time not surprised at all, because he just doesn’t care about things like that at all.
so now, I sit patiently waiting on their builder to finish......
heres the image i showed Him he said “looked just like that”....
but I googled and see rat tail ETC. Wow, that's quite cool!
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