My Grandpa Yost had a knack for finding arrowheads and other Indian artifacts. He had a huge collection, which was stolen by some rotten bastard who will hopefully rot in hell...oops...got a little carried away there.
Anyway, I used to ride on the tractor with him when he was cultivating corn. He had a long stick that he always kept on the hood of the tractor. Every once in a while he'd stop and use the stick to uncover a hill of corn that had been accidentally covered up. Invariably though, he'd stop and point the stick at the ground and say, "hop off and pick that up." Nine times out of ten, I couldn't see what he was pointing at until I got down and moved to the end of his stick. There would be an arrowhead, often only part of it sticking out of the ground. I'd grab it and hand it to him. He'd slip it into the top pocket on his bib overalls, and we'd go on cultivating. I couldn't count the number of times that happened. Sometimes we'd walk across the road and roam the neighbor's field looking for arrowheads or other artifacts. I found a few, mostly broken ones. Grandpa had axe heads, spear points, arrow heads, grinding stones, and many other stone artifacts. I have a handful that he gave me before he died. The rest went with the slimeball who broke into Grandpa's bee shed and made off with them.
I have his most prized find though: an arrow head about the size of a dime! He kept it in an envelope with a piece of sewing thread tied around the base to keep from losing it. It was stored inside the clock that stood on his old library table/desk. The clock and desk now sit in my den. Someday I hope to pass them on to one of my grandkids.
Thanks for the post! It brought back some very pleasant memories.