My Favorite thing to do with my Father was look for arrowheads. I didn’t care for fishing, but I loved the woods. I swam in many a river.
When we were little, our Dad taught us how arrowheads shine light a light when the sun is right.
And how a heavy rain washes them out.
I’m sure I’m repeating myself. I’ve found tools. I found a Bone.
It was something I was good at.
I found at least 2 priceless arrowheads.
On was white one was black.
We came up on at least three war mounds on river beds, but you don’t fuck with those.
You leave those alone. Put it back!
I said what I said.