Any funny or weird experiences while hunting arrowheads?

[Adena_man]

Nothing but snow, ice, and cold here in Kentucky. I'm getting cabin fever really bad! Has anyone had any weird or funny experiences while hunting artifacts? I went to a very good field that unfortunately was well-known for producing archaic - mississippian artifacts. There was a lot of competition. I pulled up and saw a truck parked next to the field. I was a little disappointed to say the least. However, there's no way they could find them all and it was a very big field, so I parked my truck and walked to the field. I didn't see anybody in the field. I looked around and found out why. I guess nature had gotten to this couple because they had spread out a blanket under a tree next to the field and were "going at it". I started to holler over at them and say that they wouldn't find very many arrowheads over there! I decided against it and went on over the ridge to the other part of the field. When I came back, they had left. I wonder what they thought when they saw my truck next to theirs!

 

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[Bent-Twig]

Back in the Spring of 1996 I was hunting one of my favorite spots. This field is huge and I was about a 30 minute walk back to my truck when I noticed rain clouds way off in the distance. It was very warm and I was in shorts-n-t-shirt . I kept hunting and was finding too much to just leave. I kept making my way towards the truck and behind the truck was the storm clouds. No thunder at all, just heavy dark clouds. I kept at my search and looked up to check the clouds and when I looked up a large Doe was running across the field about 400 yards ahead of me. I could not see the truck anymore and all of a sudden the big doe dissapeared into a wall of rain. I was still a long ways from the truck and the rain was comming fast. I had waited too long. I wear glasses when I am point hunting so I turned my back to the rain and balled up some of my t-shirt under my chin so that I would have something dry to wipe off my glasses. I stood still as the rain pounded me and the rain was a solid stream comming off of the bill of my hat. As I stood there thinking what a fool I was looking straight down at the ground, something started to appear at the stream of water hitting the gound. I could have cared less how hard it rained as I stood there and watched this beautiful arrowhead wash out of the dirt right under my feet. It is a high grade translucent pink flint ridge material. The best soaking I can remember. I have been caught in the rain many times since , but none have produced like this storm did. Here are a few pictures of that point. One of my most memorable.

Twig.

 

[creek astronaut]

good thread Adena_man.great stories fellas and thats a killer find twig.last summer i was hunting a cornfield and had to do a number 2.so i found a small clearing at the top of this hump i was walking,didnt want a bunch of cornleaves to dirupt my taking a dump.anyways, i am squatin there (had a good load to drop off)and i am lookin around checkin out flint that i can see and i look over maybe 8 or 10 feet away and i see a point sticking out of the ground.my one and only find while takin a dump
heres the in s h i t su

 

[mainer]

I hope thats just mud on your hand.

 

[Th3rty7]

lmao, nice points guys, and stories.

 

[theviking]

Sometimes it pays to look up instead of down.. He's one of my neighbors, Once he got to the bottom of the tree we both ran our separate way.
H.H. Viking.

 

[Th3rty7]

Nice bear pics Viking, I'm surprised those little limbs held him up.

 

[musky44]

The first day my son and i went field hunting , hes 8 by the way. We were tagging along with a friend and his son hes 5. I also had my 3 year old daughter to. Like i said it was are 1st trip so neither 1 of us had ever found anything. My buddy had been hunting for a while and he had found a couple . After a few hours hunting that day I had found my 1st tip and my 8 year old was getting frustrated, hes very competetive. He was finding alot of flakes and other junk, he was starting to lose his patience. About that time the 2 other youngins started throwing dirt clods at him and chasing him through the field. The more he ran the more they chased . I wasnt very far from the chase and could see them out of the corner of my eye. I saw my son take a pretty good fall as he was trying to hurdle the dirt mounds and dodge the dirt clods. As soon as he hit the dirt I heard him yelling DAD, DAD, DAD.!!! He had landed face first in the dirt right in front of his 1st arrowhead. Thats his 1st on the left mine on the right. We have both been hooked ever since. [attach1]