I find artifacts, the oats are coming up, I am not the pinball wizzard

I plowed this field for the first time in maybe 20 years. My wife has always been disappointed that I find arrowheads and she does not. So I decided to plow. That is just basic farm management.

We found five decent arrowheads and she found part of a spear point. 

This was an old campsite along the river. You can see it when you work ground because the ground is black from the charcoal. This was probably a site where the Injuns (actual term I learned from cartoons) gathered read Albert Camas and eat the roots of Indian hyacinth and paddled their own canoes... (Sometimes I crack myself up)

Also, probably got up to all sort of high jinks which probably included singing woodland creatures and deer with really big eyes.

Mohicans and Stocking Tops no doubt... 

 

I like to think of it as grave robbing but in reality it is not illegal.

I am always amazed when the field actually sprouts. If the picture were clearer or if everything was no blurry when I forget my glasses, you could see the difference in growth/sprout between no-till and worked ground.

 

I dropped $4.25 in quarters and played for 40 minutes while waiting for Pizza. Unfortunately they neglected to tell me my pizza was ready and so not only did I lose my pocket full of quarters but the pizza was cold by the time I got home. But, such is life...

“The absurd is born of the encounter between two opposed concepts: the human need for meaning and the apparent meaninglessness of the universe.”