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This lone Dr. Pepper can was found very close proximity to an old mine I like to search near.  It was found in an old miner's camp, and it dates to the early 70's.  Amidst the rubble left by the previous inhabitants was this can, along with many others, and an old smoke stack from a wood burning stove.  Nearby, the same inhabitants left giant scars in the Earth, from failed attempts at what I presume was illegal mining.  It was obvious that someone had gone around making shallow holes and inserting sticks of dynamite into them, blowing open huge craters. Sadly for our prospectors, even though the quartz veins in the rock all around deceptively teased that gold may lie near, none was to be found.  I felt ashamed for these men and the mess they left behind, and have considered going back to clean it up. -InTheKnow-

10   This lone Dr. Pepper can was found very close proximity to an old mine I like to search near. It was found in an old miner’s camp, and it dates to the early 70’s. Amidst the rubble left by the previous inhabitants was this can, along with many others, and an old smoke stack from a wood burning stove. Nearby, the same inhabitants left giant scars in the Earth, from failed attempts at what I presume was illegal mining. It was obvious that someone had gone around making shallow holes and inserting sticks of dynamite into them, blowing open huge craters. Sadly for our prospectors, even though the quartz veins in the rock all around deceptively teased that gold may lie near, none was to be found. I felt ashamed for these men and the mess they left behind, and have considered going back to clean it up.
-InTheKnow-

 

Long before Montana became known as "the last best place," Native American peoples called the area home. Just like me they knew their home was extraordinary. They hunted, lived and raised families in the same mountains and meadows I've enjoyed exploring for over 50 years.  One spring while my father fly fished the big Blackfoot River in a beautiful meadow surrounded by ponderosa pines and distant foothills, I picked wild flowers and played along the banks with my sister. On these ten acres in my families' meadow we spent weekends and summers in a modest log cabin without electricity or indoor plumbing. Much like Forrest, I have always enjoyed exploring nature, while looking for signs of earlier cultures. At perhaps age 7 or 8 while pretending to be Sacagawea we found this "moccasin rock." It fits perfectly in my small hands and is easy to imagine a young Indian mother stitching or beading moccasins implementing this shoe-shaped stone tool to press out the seams and cushion against needles. Piegan and Blood Blackfeet Indians were native to this region of Montana, but I will always pretend that Sacagawea dropped it as she passed through our meadow on her journey to the Pacific with Lewis and Clark. My attempts to research moccasin tools turned up empty. I would be very interested to have Forrest, the collector of moccasins, hold the tool and render his opinion. (the top is pitted; bottom is very smooth and rounded on all sides; turned up at toe approx 1 inch). May I send it to you for evaluating Forrest? -42-

11   Long before Montana became known as “the last best place,” Native American peoples called the area home. Just like me they knew their home was extraordinary. They hunted, lived and raised families in the same mountains and meadows I’ve enjoyed exploring for over 50 years. One spring while my father fly fished the big Blackfoot River in a beautiful meadow surrounded by ponderosa pines and distant foothills, I picked wild flowers and played along the banks with my sister. On these ten acres in my families’ meadow we spent weekends and summers in a modest log cabin without electricity or indoor plumbing. Much like Forrest, I have always enjoyed exploring nature, while looking for signs of earlier cultures. At perhaps age 7 or 8 while pretending to be Sacagawea we found this “moccasin rock.” It fits perfectly in my small hands and is easy to imagine a young Indian mother stitching or beading moccasins implementing this shoe-shaped stone tool to press out the seams and cushion against needles. Piegan and Blood Blackfeet Indians were native to this region of Montana, but I will always pretend that Sacagawea dropped it as she passed through our meadow on her journey to the Pacific with Lewis and Clark. My attempts to research moccasin tools turned up empty. I would be very interested to have Forrest, the collector of moccasins, hold the tool and render his opinion. (the top is pitted; bottom is very smooth and rounded on all sides; turned up at toe approx 1 inch). May I send it to you for evaluating Forrest?
-42-

 

I found this  in  North Dakota it's bone the eyes are drilled all the way thru  some pendant of some sort very detailed carving of looks to me a monkey face. I guess some South American that was with Lewis and Clark dropped it :-) I guess I'll never know but a super cool piece .  -Diggin Gypsy-

12   I found this in North Dakota it’s bone the eyes are drilled all the way thru some pendant of some sort very detailed carving of looks to me a monkey face. I guess some South American that was with Lewis and Clark dropped it 🙂 I guess I’ll never know but a super cool piece .
-Diggin Gypsy-

 

One day while fly fishing the Bitterroot River I sat down on a log that had just absconded with my last grasshopper. While resting, I saw the back edge of a rusty piece of iron sticking out of the log. After several minutes of work, I pulled out this beautiful axe head. When I returned home, my father was more excited about the find than I was. He took it into his shop and cleaned off the rust, and oiled and polished until the head looked nearly new! Next, he selected the perfect piece of weathered wood for the handle. He presented the axe to me for my anniversary the following year. He asked us to pose for some anniversary photos out on the front lawn, and this one is my very favorite! The funny thing is, I still have that old axe…but the wife is long gone. -MichaelD-

13   One day while fly fishing the Bitterroot River I sat down on a log that had just absconded with my last grasshopper. While resting, I saw the back edge of a rusty piece of iron sticking out of the log. After several minutes of work, I pulled out this beautiful axe head. When I returned home, my father was more excited about the find than I was. He took it into his shop and cleaned off the rust, and oiled and polished until the head looked nearly new! Next, he selected the perfect piece of weathered wood for the handle. He presented the axe to me for my anniversary the following year. He asked us to pose for some anniversary photos out on the front lawn, and this one is my very favorite! The funny thing is, I still have that old axe…but the wife is long gone.
-MichaelD-

 

Found along the Oregon Trail, 2013. It previously belonged on the left hind hoof of Sampson, lead oxen pulling the wagon for Narcissa Prentiss Whitman over South Pass, Wyoming 1836. Sampson, aged more than his 7 years, was looking forward to the easy life, plowing the rich fields of the Oregon Territory.  Along the journey from Kansas, he was often seen jerking his leg, attempting to dislodge this ill-fitted shoe. His leg jerking inspired the famous phrase "Shake a leg!" hollered by Whitman each time Sampson paused in agony. Sampson however found relief at the Ice Slough of western Wyoming, where he removed the shoe to cool his throbbing hoof, while his passengers shaved ice and mixed it with juice from wild berries, creating the world's first slurpees. And to my fortune, Sampson forgot to replace it. Just MCO (my creative opinion) of course. -JDH-

14   Found along the Oregon Trail, 2013. It previously belonged on the left hind hoof of Sampson, lead oxen pulling the wagon for Narcissa Prentiss Whitman over South Pass, Wyoming 1836.
Sampson, aged more than his 7 years, was looking forward to the easy life, plowing the rich fields of the Oregon Territory. Along the journey from Kansas, he was often seen jerking his leg, attempting to dislodge this ill-fitted shoe. His leg jerking inspired the famous phrase “Shake a leg!” hollered by Whitman each time Sampson paused in agony. Sampson however found relief at the Ice Slough of western Wyoming, where he removed the shoe to cool his throbbing hoof, while his passengers shaved ice and mixed it with juice from wild berries, creating the world’s first slurpees.
And to my fortune, Sampson forgot to replace it.
Just MCO (my creative opinion) of course.
-JDH-

 

Found this item during a fishing trip in the Ozarks. I have no clue what it is but i think it's super cool. Please don't tell the wife i had it in the house....she's petrified of it. -JJ-

15   Found this item during a fishing trip in the Ozarks. I have no clue what it is but i think it’s super cool. Please don’t tell the wife i had it in the house….she’s petrified of it.
-JJ-

 

I have many cool things I've found out hiking with my grandfather, but wanted to share this awesome painting I embarrassingly admit to have dug out of someone's trash.  I typically restrain myself from temptations of dumpster diving, but a reflection off the gold in this painting lured me in.   My grandfather and I were enroute to pick my son up from work when I noticed it.   I thought I would be able to bribe him into doing the deed, but he's smarter than me.  I dug it out and noticed it to be an amazing piece of Native American art and wanted to share.  -M.E.Semael2015-

16   I have many cool things I’ve found out hiking with my grandfather, but wanted to share this awesome painting I embarrassingly admit to have dug out of someone’s trash. I typically restrain myself from temptations of dumpster diving, but a reflection off the gold in this painting lured me in. My grandfather and I were enroute to pick my son up from work when I noticed it. I thought I would be able to bribe him into doing the deed, but he’s smarter than me. I dug it out and noticed it to be an amazing piece of Native American art and wanted to share.
-M.E.Semael2015-

 

Early summer last year, close to lunchtime, my husband and I were on a search. He ventured one way, I another, so I could eat my sandwich.   Soon an hour passed, so I walked a bit following his path, and began hollaring for for him. Soon hollaring turned into screaming because I couldn't hear his response (think it's that woman's voice over a man's voice thing). So I turned back to get my gear to pursue him further when finally I heard his voice. I had now passed it twice. He had just found it, "Hey dummy", he whistles woohoo, "there's something up here, and it aint natural." I rushed to him, and he had picked it up already but placed it back almost in it's original place. We were both elated beyond belief as this place is nowhere near close proximity to any designated human trail. -Jdiggins-

17   Early summer last year, close to lunchtime, my husband and I were on a search. He ventured one way, I another, so I could eat my sandwich.
Soon an hour passed, so I walked a bit following his path, and began hollaring for for him. Soon hollaring turned into screaming because I couldn’t hear his response (think it’s that woman’s voice over a man’s voice thing). So I turned back to get my gear to pursue him further when finally I heard his voice. I had now passed it twice. He had just found it, “Hey dummy”, he whistles woohoo, “there’s something up here, and it aint natural.” I rushed to him, and he had picked it up already but placed it back almost in it’s original place. We were both elated beyond belief as this place is nowhere near close proximity to any designated human trail.
-Jdiggins-

 

In 2003 I traveled to Tyre, Lebanon.  Just off the beach there in the Mediterranean Sea, you can swim out to a small piece of land/rock.  I found these beach glass and rocks there.  There really isn't anything special about them except that at that time I had never heard of or seen beach glass.  So when I saw it I was in love.  The colors, the smoothness, the shapes.  I knew I had to have some.  So the next day we swam out again and I brought a couple plastic bags and scooped up a bunch, sand, rocks and all.  I brought about a 5 pound bag home in my carry on.  I shared with all my family and friends, anyone who wanted some.  I still love my beach glass and rocks.  I keep them on display in a jar.  The beach glass was covered with a white kind of rough look.  But I wash them occasionally when they get dusty and over the years they've become more clear.   -Ramona-

18   In 2003 I traveled to Tyre, Lebanon. Just off the beach there in the Mediterranean Sea, you can swim out to a small piece of land/rock. I found these beach glass and rocks there. There really isn’t anything special about them except that at that time I had never heard of or seen beach glass. So when I saw it I was in love. The colors, the smoothness, the shapes. I knew I had to have some. So the next day we swam out again and I brought a couple plastic bags and scooped up a bunch, sand, rocks and all. I brought about a 5 pound bag home in my carry on. I shared with all my family and friends, anyone who wanted some. I still love my beach glass and rocks. I keep them on display in a jar. The beach glass was covered with a white kind of rough look. But I wash them occasionally when they get dusty and over the years they’ve become more clear.
-Ramona-

 

Here's a Chinese Writing Rock  I found half submerged in the sand next to the creek on our property. It was so cool that I had to take it home. My problem was that it weighed 45.4 lbs and it was 650+ feet uphill to the house. My husband thought I was nuts but he helped me anyway. Carrying that stone has given me a good appreciation of the weight of “Indulgence”. It'€™s REALLY heavy. One of these nights I'm going to sleep with the rock in our bed to check out its metaphysical properties. It is reported that the rock can direct your dreams to help you reach your goals or to locate items. It also allows you access to the Akashic Records. Of course I'll have to wait until my husband goes to sleep before I quietly slip it beneath the covers. Perhaps tonight, shhhh€ -Raven-

19   Here’s a Chinese Writing Rock I found half submerged in the sand next to the creek on our property. It was so cool that I had to take it home. My problem was that it weighed 45.4 lbs and it was 650+ feet uphill to the house. My husband thought I was nuts but he helped me anyway. Carrying that stone has given me a good appreciation of the weight of “Indulgence”. It’€™s REALLY heavy. One of these nights I’m going to sleep with the rock in our bed to check out its metaphysical properties. It is reported that the rock can direct your dreams to help you reach your goals or to locate items. It also allows you access to the Akashic Records. Of course I’ll have to wait until my husband goes to sleep before I quietly slip it beneath the covers. Perhaps tonight, shhhh€
-Raven-

 

This pistol was found on the ground by my dad in 1958 in a rugged desert range near Salome, Arizona. As a kid growing up his description of this find fascinated me. It felt like I was there. Reaching the top of a cholla-strewn knoll, lying on its side and partly buried, an 1851 Colt Navy Revolver, 0.36 caliber, with wooden handle long since rotted out. The cylinder was half-empty with 3 rounds fired and three lead slugs remaining. Men did not travel with half-loaded pistols. A sharp shooters choice sight had replaced the original factory-made sight. This pistol was special to its owner. I imagined that as the hammer came down for the last time, he fell. What or who got him? My dad said that some day he would like to find out what happened to that guy. My dad is gone now and I hope he knows. -need-to-focus-

20   This pistol was found on the ground by my dad in 1958 in a rugged desert range near Salome, Arizona. As a kid growing up his description of this find fascinated me. It felt like I was there. Reaching the top of a cholla-strewn knoll, lying on its side and partly buried, an 1851 Colt Navy Revolver, 0.36 caliber, with wooden handle long since rotted out. The cylinder was half-empty with 3 rounds fired and three lead slugs remaining. Men did not travel with half-loaded pistols. A sharp shooters choice sight had replaced the original factory-made sight. This pistol was special to its owner. I imagined that as the hammer came down for the last time, he fell. What or who got him? My dad said that some day he would like to find out what happened to that guy. My dad is gone now and I hope he knows.
-need-to-focus-

 

 

 

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  1. Wow, I don’t stand a chance with this competition, but that’s ok, I just enjoy seeing everyone’s finds and reading the stories. Awesome finds!

  2. Wow! Some fascinating finds! I have so many, no clue which is my favorite…well, there is one thing inparticular…but hmmmm, not sure…
    😉
    Should I?

  3. More really cool stuff and great stories…..

    @ JDH that’s funny…..your MCO. We have lots of those around here. I think Fenn would enjoy your interpretation of the shoe.

    I had no idea oxen actually had shoes, but sure enough they do. Most of them don’t look like your shoe because oxen have a split hoof, and can wear two shoes on each foot. Thus a fully shod ox wears 8 shoes. But hey you could be right which would make yours a very special shoe……The shoe that created the slurpee, that’s hilarious.

    http://ruralblacksmith.blogspot.com/2009/09/like-shoes-on-ox.html

    @Michael; So that’s your anniversary picture, I can’t imagine why she’s gone. 😆

    • Thanks G_O_G,

      for the link… very interesting!

      thus ill-fitting.

      Here’s hoping my attempt at a snow like background and the story are “cool” enough for honorable mention. 😉

      jdh

    • In that photo I’m holding it up to a lamp. It’s a textured surface… It’s almost like the canvas was peppered with sand prior to the paint being applied. There may be a term for that technique, but I don’t know it. The pin holes where the light shines through seems to be a result of individual sand particles being broke lose. I sent Dal a few pics of it without the backlighting, and let him choose which one to pick (my apologies Dal). If you’re interested I can send one to you.

      • Sema,
        Awesome painting. Have you ever had it appraised? How cool would it be if you saved a treasure from the trash only to discover it actually was a treasure, and not just to you! Cool stuff, hope you weren’t late picking up the boy from work…I’m sure he understood.

        • Thanks, no I haven’t had it appraised, actually just found it a week or so ago. I would be interested to know its value and about the artist, but I would have to be pretty desparate to consider selling it at this point.

          • Painting with sand….reminds me that I need to finish my bench project for my wife after I get sandpaper at Lowes.

  4. So Raven you’re going to sneak a rock in bed with you and your husband. All kinds of scenarios just flashed through my brain……..I can just hear it now:

    911 operator: What is your emergency?
    Husband: Send help, I just snuggled up to my wife and she’s cold as a rock and won’t move.
    911 operator: So what’s new……you need family marriage services not 911. Please hold I will transfer you now……..OK I’ve got to stop now, if I don’t I’ll have to nuke myself. 🙂 But I can’t wait to hear where the rock tells you the chest is.

    Seriously, I’m learning all kinds of stuff from these pictures; I had no idea what a Chinese Writing Rock was. From my research on the rock you live in the foothills of the Sierra’s. And apparently these rocks are known for their metaphysical properties; and that’s the little bitty ones they sell. With the size of that puppy you have, you should be able to solve every mystery known to man. Forget about the chest; let’s talk Cibola, Cortez’s treasure, The Lost Dutchman. Tell your husband to go sleep on the couch we need to get serious about this.

    http://www.crystalsrocksandgems.com/Healing_Crystals/ChineseWritingStone.html

    • Goofy–that’s very funny. When my husband read my blurb for the pic he just laughed knowing that there is NO way I could be subtle putting the rock in the bed as he slept. Yes, a smaller chunk would work out better but I’m reluctant to mess with the stone. Oh well. I told my husband that since I’ve managed to sleep with his snoring and laughing (yes, he laughs in his sleep) for 40 years that he could manage to sleep with the rock one night. He just shrugged his shoulders and relented. I guess I still have it….and of course he proves once again that he is a good sport.

      You are correct about our location. We are in the Sierra Foothills in Amador county. These rocks are usually found north of us in Auburn (about 100 miles north ). A geologist told me that this boulder was probably shot here to our place from a volcano. Whenever I look at the rock I think of a time thousands of years ago and a far away volcano exploding and hurling the rock through space until it plops down into its resting spot until I happen upon it and take it home. Pretty cool. I just love rocks! As to its metaphysical properties– I’ll let you know what dreamland reveals when I finally sleep with the rock. Geez, what we will do for treasure….

      • Wow! That’s a great story about your rock being blown out of a volcano; what you have is very rare. You should cut it in half and polish the faces, it would be beautiful.

        • I agree Goofy, it’s a real beauty! Would love to have one of those myself. I also love the colored glass above from Ramona. We need to start a rock swap around here. And Raven, put that rock in your bed and have your husband help you carry it.

  5. Raven, the size of your Chinese Writing rock is impressive!!! Did you ever consider it might be more valuable than the treasure chest to some people? But, do let us know what it tells you about the treasures location… Unless it tells you exactly where it is then I guess you might not share… 🙂 And your husband is a great guy for being such a good sport and relenting…

  6. Carolyn. You can call it a pen, but it’s not. I took a picture of how it was found, then I brought it home.

    Ever play card poker where the dealer deals all players 4 cards then flips one over on the table and that’s everyone’s wildcard?

  7. Hello, Raven. Just like Goofy I envisioned a scenario with you and your rock, also.

    “Honey! I kept it a secret so you wouldn’t find out…but I slept with the rock last night and it was amazing! Do you want to hear about it?”

    “You slept with The Rock? You mean…like…in your dreams?”

    In his mind he’s thinking this:
    http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2604797/Dwayne-Johnson-pumps-iron-gym-22-hour-flight-Australia.html

    “Of course not! I slept with the rock for real!”

    “You mean…’Mr. Johnson’? …Dwayne-the-bathtub-I’m-dwowning Mr. Johnson?”

    “Huh?”

    • Funny you should mention Dwayne Johnson–I saw a reference to an article about him in Muscle and Fitness magazine that says he eats about 2.5 Pounds of cod EVERY day or about 821 pounds a year. Wow! And that’s just part of the 10 pounds of food he eats every day. I must be getting old because that fascinates me more than dreamin about the young lad….although that’s nice too….

  8. I’d give a half-shot of wood aged moonshine spirits to get look at and hold that pistol. From below, you should have good access to any markings or serial numbers. There could also be a makers mark (not the bourbon, and different from a SN). Let me know if there is one and I’ll try to look it up in my historic firearms magazine stash.

  9. Have you ever watched yourself on video and learned you really don’t appear to be a likeable person?

    Anyway, I digress. Just curious if anyone has any ideas about my entry.
    There’s more to this pic than meets the eye. Sound familiar?

    Anyway, don’t know if this will go through, bad reception today…okay, here we go….submit….
    🙂

  10. Hi spallies. Sorry 4 the delay, while waiting 4 this page to load (badrecept) , my answer has now changed so many times I confused myself. 🙂
    My first reply was
    Depends on where I ate my lunch. 🙂

  11. What is your reasoning for this particular photo and it’s inclusion at the beginning of TTOTC with vague description (false iyo?) ?
    In my incomplete and quite simple, though incredibly wild solve, it’s an identifier.

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