It was the last day of July and
it was hot, real hot! I decided to go for a bicycle ride just to cool off. I headed out of town, not even thinking
about arrowhead hunting because the crops were all too tall in the fields. The only other available site I knew
of had been picked over. I rounded a corner and remembered a creek not far off the road that still had a lot of
water despite the fact that it had been very dry this year. So I wheeled down the farm lane to an old ford, got
off the bike and lay down in the cool pool of water.
I had hunted creek beds in the area with some success, having found
several cork bottles and an assortment of points in other creeks in the countryside But I had not hunted in this
particular creek before. When I got up out of the cool water, I decided to check this one out. I had not even gone
twenty yards before the creek began to dry up I came across a dead owl lying in some water and thought to myself
this was probably all that I would find this day, but something told me to keep going. I rounded the bend and to
my astonishment, about fifty feet farther up the creek, was what I thought might be an axe. When I got a little
closer I knew it was an axe! I rushed down the creek bed and looked down at the greatest axe I had ever seen.
This three-quarter-grooved axe is 6 inches long and four inches wide. It was
made from green-gray-brownish granite. It has nice polish on the bit, is well formed and absolutely perfect! The
groove is 1 1/4 inches wide and is also well made. I can still remember jumping up and down, screaming and dancing
because this was the best axe I had ever found. I was in heaven despite the heat.
Then I thought I would leave it there and go get my camera, but I couldn't leave
it. I walked over, picked it up and wondered how it got here, who made it, did someone lose it, did it wash down
to this spot from somewhere up stream. Since I had never found anything in the fields along side this creek, I
was certain I was the first human to touch this ancient tool in thousands of years.
I could hardly wait to get it home to clean it up and show it to my 84-year-old dad. He
was equally thrilled. Then I charted it on my map and entered it into my records. The next day I asked a friend
to go back with me to the spot where I found the axe, and we took photographs We were careful to lay it back in
the impression it had left in the creek bed and snapped the pictures. I felt the Great Creator had truly blessed
me on that day. It really made my summer.