I got myself two steaming smokers yesterday.
After watching fellow hunters through the summer and fall. Gather piece after piece of Native American history. I’ll admit I’ve been on a bit of a dry spell myself.
It’s one thing to go out walk for an hour and come back empty-handed once or twice.
It’s a different issue. If I come back empty-handed, look on my Facebook group and see everyone and their brother are slaying this year.
I’ve been livid. Had I angered the great wise Arrowhead gods?
I don’t know, and it really doesn’t matter now.
I can’t wait to publish this is and share it with the group.
All of these I found yesterday. But there are only two complete points.
They are my favorite types of points. Because they are babies.
Little bitty sharp points. Only about 1/2–1 inch tall.
They are amazing to me. How in the world do they beat rocks without them breaking when they make them this small?
The dry spell over. I love my rocks.Recommend0 Simily SnapsPublished in