I've always got my eye on the ground when walking in a plowed field and have found a few decent rocks over the years but nothing half that good.
When I was the Ranger on a Boy Scout Camp I could hunt anywhere on the place. There was one long point that stuck out into the lake where you could shoot a couple mallard occasionally if you didn't hunt it too long. The point was also where our Order of the Arrow ceremonial grounds were. I was hunting on the point with a friend one morning and he found an arrowhead literally in my boot tracks. I had to trade him a box of shells to get it away from him, had it silver mounted and wear it to this day on my OA bead totem.
The other crazy one was a real nice nutting stone I found out goose hunting in Ontario. We'd shot into a bunch and killed several, I'd picked up one with my second barrel pretty far out. I walked to get it and it's head was literally laying on the stone.
DLH
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I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. Falstaff - Henry IV
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