While taking a break between loading trucks this morning, my uncle and I decided to go for a walk and hunt for arrowheads. The wind has been blowing extremely hard here the last several days and has blown a lot of ground.
We headed out to the field and about 15 minutes into our hunt my uncle yelled that he had found one. I went over and had a look and found he had a perfect, unbroken arrowhead. I walked away, jealous of course, hoping my luck would turn around. 10 minutes passed and once again my uncle yelled he had found yet another. I am very competitive, and I know the thrill you get when you find an arrowhead so I was extremely jealous at this point, but determined as ever that I would find my own. It only took me a short 5 minutes to have my own success. My arrowhead was laying in the bare ground, gleaming up at me, begging me to pick it up. Just a minute later I found half an arrowhead to add to my collection.
It is such a thrill to find one of these magnificent pieces of art. I can’t even imagine the work that went into them, but today I feel privileged to find such a masterpiece and to be able to add them to my collection.