I found this a couple of months ago while moving some dirt around my yard. I wish arrow heads could talk.

Man, those guys could really work stone.

Cool find, it's got a story for sure.

Let me start the shot was taken at about 15 yards on the bull bison. I must of hit a rib and the head broke off the shaft at the attachment point.

My people went hungery that day because my blade maker didn't leave enough surport.

As I returned home to the village we had words--------

that's one possibility p dog shooter.

I was thinking maybe a young brave came home to his teepee after a couple of days of hard "hunting" with the boys to find an angry woman waiting at the door. A lot of screaming and throwing of heavy objects occurs. Our hero is lucky the only thing that got broken is one of his arrows.


Also it is a definite possibility that I broke it with the shovel.

Yes my squaw was heap plenty mad not only didn't I bring home the meat but I had to spend more on new arrows.

What pissed her off more was that the arrow maker offered his daughter to be my second wife. To make up for the lousey job he did.

I thought it was mighty white of him to do so.

Hauw!!
It was not da Buffalo that broke my arrow-head. It was da BANG-stick of da pale-face that shot my quiver to pieces.