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Lots of people find arrowheads all over the place. Arrowheads in the forest and arrowheads on the farm. I’ve seen large collections. I guess some of those arrowheads must have found their mark somewhere in the dark halls of the past. It’s one thing to find an arrowhead, half sunk in the ground, unmoved for a couple hundred years, it would be another to be shot at with one. To run with a cold feeling in the stomach and then be struck. To lay bleeding on the ground until a wild figure collects another scalp. it sort of changes the way you think about collecting arrowheads. I mean, I don’t think that people in Afghanistan go around collecting empty bullet rounds, categorizing them by gauge. I’d say most people wish there were no bullet rounds to find.
