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John Miller

My Great Grandfather, "Harry Cameron Earl" was born in 1888, Harry was a farmer, and a stone mason by trade, and deserves credit for my own fastination with rocks and artifacts.  He owned a small farm near Kalamo Michigan, and his love of rocks was evident to anyone who visited his farm. His house and outbuildings were made entirely of field-stone, even his mailbox, BBQ. grill,and yard ornaments were stone.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       During his many years as a mason, Harry amassed a large collection of interesting rocks, fossils, and artifacts. My favorites being four flint arrowheads that he kept on top of his fireplace mantle.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           In the summer of (1972) I was invited to spend a few days with grandfather on his farm. I was 7 yrs. old, Harry was 84. Harry was a wonderful storyteller, he kept me entertained for hours with tales of when and how he had found each of his favorite fossils.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       One morning after breakfast, grandfather said, "Come along Johnny, I want to show you something." We drove down a lane behind his farm until we came to a stream that meandered through the rolling farmland. We exited the old truck, and Harry showed me what looked like a small cave in the bank of the stream. "That is a quarry where you can dig a high quality marl type clay," he said. "many years ago Indians traveled long distances to dig clay here." Then pointing to a high flat piece of ground he said, "they would camp right here till they were ready to make there  way back home." If you take a look around maybe you can find an arrowhead," he said.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Harry took a break, watching from the truck as I walked along looking at the dirt in the newly plowed field. After what seemed to be a long time< I was ready to give up when I spotted a small bird point.(my first arrowhead)  I was thrilled as we drove along the lane back to the house. Inspecting every detail of my very own arrowhead, I asked "Grandfather, how did you know that Indians camped there?" so many years ago. Harry smiled and tussled my hair with his weathered old hand and said, "because Johnny my boy, I saw them with my own eyes, when I was just a boy about your age."

Dec 03, 2010

Steve"s Story

Steven Jones

I started hunting arrowheads when I was 6 years old.I found my first arrowhead at the home place in Tellico Plains Tennessee.My dad was a big part in my getting started.I am 39 years old and still hunting ..Every where I go and everything I do my eyes are on the ground.Have walked many miles and have enjoyed evry minute of it..A lot of my collection came out of East Tennessee ,North Georgia .

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