sandchip
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My son and I were walking a creek way out in the country. Looking for arrowheads, of course. I was about 20 feet ahead, concentrating on the bottom when he hollers at me. I turn around and head back to where he's standing and he's pointing at this. I had walked right by it, a perfect little Crawford County jug. Oh, the humiliation. Actually, I'm tickled for him. He has looked with me since he was little and never found anything really good. His interest waned in the teen years, but lately at 21, he's shown a bit more interest, so it couldn't have come at a better time to get him all fired up again.
Forgive me for it not being Native American. We were trying. At least I did find the Uglee point.
Today's lesson: Tunnel vision's a b!tch. And sometimes, we can learn from the young'uns.

Forgive me for it not being Native American. We were trying. At least I did find the Uglee point.
Today's lesson: Tunnel vision's a b!tch. And sometimes, we can learn from the young'uns.


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