This is my favorite arrowhead. I have many older but this is my is the first find. Always will remember that day at my grandmother Rosa's home, the grown up were going to the creek's yellow hole to wash cloths, They really did that in the fifties. We kids have to go below the washing so as not to muddy the water, We walked through a newly planted cornfield and I saw it between the rows, I still handel it every time I work in my cave. I'll never display it where I can't hold it.