Lost Treasures & Other Cool Finds

A handyman we hired to build our fence told us that he was hiking nearby and kicked an odd looking rock. He picked it up and took it to the U of A in Tucson. Someone in the archeology department told him that he had found a Wooly Mammoth tooth. Then the guy handed it back to him and told him to make a display box and enjoy. He brought the tooth in to show us the next day. I've got a pic of it somewhere and will post it if I find it.

Murray Springs, a Clovis excavation site, is a couple of miles from our house: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murray_Springs_Clovis_Site

Apparently, they don't need every tooth that's found. ;)

LS

I bet the BLM folks have some "Relic Czar" that goes around tagging relics vs. garbage.... they just didn't get to your area yet LOL.

Enjoy your find :)

Socal desert + milk can = cool

East coast + milk can = Everyone's Grandma's backyard, plus a few municipal landscapes

Jerry Campbell wrote:
A story of trash and treasure.
Once upon a time when I was much younger I was in the mountains of northern NM. walking in the desert and came upon an area of broken glass and old tin cans. It looked like someones old garbage pile from years gone by. There was a little piece of dark colored felt sticking out of the ground. I kicked at it but it would not come out of the ground. I kicked more but no go so I dug it up to see what it was. It was an old black cowboy hat. I took it back to the place where I was staying and layed it out by the side of the house. That night it rained like crazy. The next day I happened to look at it and it had returned to it's original shape and looked great AND it fit me perfectly. When it dried out I wore it.
There was an old man who they called the ditch rider. He was in charge of maintaining the irrigation ditches for the little town. He saw me walking one day wearing the hat and came up to me and said, That's my hat, I lost that hat in a wind storm more that 40 years ago. I tried to give back to him but he wouldn't take it. He said it was my turn now.
Jerry

That my friends, is a cool story. Thanks Jerry!

Jerry Campbell wrote:
A story of trash and treasure.
Once upon a time when I was much younger I was in the mountains of northern NM. walking in the desert and came upon an area of broken glass and old tin cans. It looked like someones old garbage pile from years gone by. There was a little piece of dark colored felt sticking out of the ground. I kicked at it but it would not come out of the ground. I kicked more but no go so I dug it up to see what it was. It was an old black cowboy hat. I took it back to the place where I was staying and layed it out by the side of the house. That night it rained like crazy. The next day I happened to look at it and it had returned to it's original shape and looked great AND it fit me perfectly. When it dried out I wore it.
There was an old man who they called the ditch rider. He was in charge of maintaining the irrigation ditches for the little town. He saw me walking one day wearing the hat and came up to me and said, That's my hat, I lost that hat in a wind storm more that 40 years ago. I tried to give back to him but he wouldn't take it. He said it was my turn now.
Jerry

Wow ... that is SOME story!

Reminds of the fella who lost something in the woods (a ring, I think) and years later found it in the stomach of a deer he killed while hunting.

Double post

A story of trash and treasure.
Once upon a time when I was much younger I was in the mountains of northern NM. walking in the desert and came upon an area of broken glass and old tin cans. It looked like someones old garbage pile from years gone by. There was a little piece of dark colored felt sticking out of the ground. I kicked at it but it would not come out of the ground. I kicked more but no go so I dug it up to see what it was. It was an old black cowboy hat. I took it back to the place where I was staying and layed it out by the side of the house. That night it rained like crazy. The next day I happened to look at it and it had returned to it's original shape and looked great AND it fit me perfectly. When it dried out I wore it.
There was an old man who they called the ditch rider. He was in charge of maintaining the irrigation ditches for the little town. He saw me walking one day wearing the hat and came up to me and said, That's my hat, I lost that hat in a wind storm more that 40 years ago. I tried to give back to him but he wouldn't take it. He said it was my turn now.
Jerry

It is kind of funny how trash-dumps and graffiti from hundreds or thousands of years ago are now considered archeological and anthropological gold mines. By recycling and sandblasting our trash and graffiti are we not depriving future antiquarians life changing discoveries and book deals? ;)

LS

This is another classic example of how 'common sense is not so common'.

All this fuss over someone claiming an old discarded milk can, which certainly isn't a relic. Almost any old family dairy farm here in the east has a milk can or two laying around somewhere, either still in the barn or on the junk pile in the back woods. :R

darsben wrote:

Boon Docker wrote:

darsben wrote:
Let me see a person who takes things that do not belong to them.
With the morals that state if you lose something or leave it in plain sight then I will take it and feel no remorse for you.
I will also take things that do not belong to me so others cannot have the joy of discovering it.and wondering how it got where it was and thinking about the history of it and talking with your children about it.

AS YOU SEE I OBJECT TO YOUR LACK OF CONSIDERATION OF OTHER PEOPLE ON THE PLANET.

My advice return it to where it has sat for the past 50-60 years or do you need the money that bad?

Now that is funny!

OP, you had better take that garbage back where you found it. We don't want people to be picking up other peoples garbage on public land now do we. ;)

Sad that you cannot differentiate between garbage and relics.

And it is very sad that you have such an attitude.