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.
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?
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 .
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 âIndulgenceâ. 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
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.
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