Come read about what I found while burying our guinea pigs.
If you haven't been following along with my personal blog on here, we had a guinea pig and a hamster die recently. Both from old age.
Since we live in a tiny apartment, a friend of ours allows us to bury our dead pets in their backyard.
They have nice, loose soil, and so we take our folding shovel and have a little hang-out while we bury our dead.
Our friend knows where their underground services are so that I don't have to worry about digging where I please.
In the last few years, I've been studying about primitive methods. As a prepper, it's important to know methods that came prior to electricity.
I also watch a couple of metal detecting channels on YouTube, and it's this knowledge I've gleaned that makes me confident that I found a piece of history.
I only dug about two feet, which if memory serves correctly, should be going back up to thirty years ago give or take.
There were several sizeable rocks along the way, but one in particular piqued my curiosity. As soon as I held it in my hand, I quickly realized what I had found.
It fit into my hand nicely, and the angled edge and right angle all tells me that it's a knapping stone for making stone tools. There is even a groove where my thumb rests.
I have to assume that someone recently had found it and was using it near the remnants of a campfire that I also found. Maybe they were learning how to knap flint, or chert in our case.
I'm excited for this find because I've been wanting to learn, and now I have my first primitive tool for doing just that. I just need to find some chert now.
Thank you so much for reading. Have a wonderful day....[[|:-)
I tried to check out your post and only reached a login page. But I can assume that I know what the stone looks like. If it really is a knapping tool you should have it checked out. If you have a local university with an archaeology department, I would start there, or if you are in a larger city, go to the natural history museum.
I don't know the geography of your friend's property, but natural soil building in a wooded area of two feet would probably be more like 30,000 years unless it was silting from a river flooding nearby. The remnants of the campfire probably were recent. One time when we lived in the country. I had an opportunity to see the collection of the owner of the farm across the road he had gathered from the land every year when they plowed crops. Dozens of arrowheads and other tools.
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
She never felt safe at home as a young girl, and didn't understand why when she finally escaped she wasn't safe in the big wide world either ...effectively jumping out of the frying pan into the fire!
