I moved to a sleepy little rancher town in central Texas about a year ago, had never stepped foot in this state before. My wife and I came from western Washington state in order to escape the liberal apocalypse.
How anyone could live in this region and not be interested in all sorts of crafts and trades relating to primitive skills, tools, knapping, geology, archeology, or plain old history - is beyond me.
I live on a mountain of chert-flint-limestone, every fenceline I can see from home is tangled in Osage Orange trees, deer antler borders on tripping hazard, every person I meet has a box of arrowheads or debitage found while fixing the porch or putting in a new mailbox.....so on
My wife works at something like a school and she complains about all the arrowheads that keep ending up in the laundry... I'm pretty sure they built this place directly on top of an old Indian village.
But this is Texas, so I gotta get these weird western ideas out of my head. Finders keepers and trespassers get shot. I'm starting to make inroads though, you just need to get to know people. They've had these ranches for over 100 years. They're not about to let strangers roam around.
I've got truck loads of flint in my back yard now, learning how to knap and already sold and shipped off a bit of rock through Etsy. I'll let you know as soon as I obtain some of these local artifacts.
My tiny backyard in 104deg Texas:
How anyone could live in this region and not be interested in all sorts of crafts and trades relating to primitive skills, tools, knapping, geology, archeology, or plain old history - is beyond me.
I live on a mountain of chert-flint-limestone, every fenceline I can see from home is tangled in Osage Orange trees, deer antler borders on tripping hazard, every person I meet has a box of arrowheads or debitage found while fixing the porch or putting in a new mailbox.....so on
My wife works at something like a school and she complains about all the arrowheads that keep ending up in the laundry... I'm pretty sure they built this place directly on top of an old Indian village.
But this is Texas, so I gotta get these weird western ideas out of my head. Finders keepers and trespassers get shot. I'm starting to make inroads though, you just need to get to know people. They've had these ranches for over 100 years. They're not about to let strangers roam around.
I've got truck loads of flint in my back yard now, learning how to knap and already sold and shipped off a bit of rock through Etsy. I'll let you know as soon as I obtain some of these local artifacts.
My tiny backyard in 104deg Texas:
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