These were all found in East Tennessee, Western North Carolina, or Indiana. (Indiana finds are all Nick’s.)
I love this new hobby 🙂 I have tried other forms of “getaways” and stress relievers over the years like Hiking (which I still love), DIY projects, reading, girls’ night out, etc. But, for a mom that is always in demand, this has been one of the most relaxing hobbies I’ve ever tried my hand at. The best part? Most of these fields are so remote, I have no cell phone reception 🙂 It’s like a magical gift from the daily grind of a never-ending string of phone calls, messages, and social media beeps going off.
This will be my last post about arrow-head hunting until late fall this year. Sadly, farmers are planting their crops now or will be very soon. Arrowhead field hunting is coming to a close for the season 😦
I will stop with the pictures for now 😉
On a lazy Sunday my husband recently said, “Want to go arrowhead hunting?”
“Yes” was my reply. We loaded up 2 of the boys and struck out on a new adventure. In my twisted humorous mind I kept thinking how odd is the phrase “arrowhead hunting”?
How does that play out exactly: (daydream sequence begins)
We stealthily maneuver through the corn field, crouching low and moving methodically. Senses heightened as we listen to every sound around us and use our eyes as though they were scanning devices. Sudden movements are forbidden. The children must communicate through hand gestures. After we cover some distance…
“Shh! I hear one”, he spurts out in a deep breathy tone while waving his hand to motion down, crouch lower. Then I see it. The desired prey in its natural habitat. He extends his arm slowly, quietly, and with precision to capture the great trophy. Just as his fingers are within millimeters of it – one of the kids violently sneeze! …and it is lost forever 😦 Darn allergies!
Ok, seriously now, it was actually a lot of fun. We walked several fields hunting arrowheads. I found flint that had been worked, but not a full arrowhead. We had a blast and we all got a little much-needed exercise. It was a time of meditation of sorts also. Hypnotically walking with your head down looking at the ground is soothing, clears your mind and can bring some very interesting conversion about. I would recommend wearing the worst pair of shoes in one’s collection though. We came out of there caked in mud. Evidently the best time to look is right after a nice rain.
We found a cool old stone well and I, personally, had a chance to connect with the place where my father grew up around the quarry. It was also nice to see where I came from before I was adopted. I think I should like to go “hunt” these inanimate objects again in the future 🙂