Arrowhead Hunting With My Dad

| 9/29/2014 11:13:00 AM

Tags: Arrowheads, Axes, Indian, Artifacts, Native Americans, Renee-Lucie Benoit,

From the time I was about 8 until the time I was 14, I went with my dad on his spring arrowhead hunts. He’d say, “I’m going arrowhead hunting this morning. Do you want to come?” And, of course, I said “yes.” It was a precious opportunity to spend time alone with my dad who normally was so busy working.

indianbabyMy dad was born in Canada near the border of Quebec and Ontario by the Ontario River. As a youth he and his dad, who was of French Voyageur descent, would go out in a big canoe to fish for sturgeon on the mighty river. My grandmother would stand on the bank and wave and weep because she was afraid of the river and she wondered if she would see her husband and son again. The canoe was so wobbly and the river so big! But they always came back, and this was the beginning of my dad’s romance with Native American culture. He had been given a little Indian headdress and bow and arrow by a relative, and he went to sleep wearing the headdress and holding the bow every night. In the area he lived, there were many Cree Indians, and he learned from his father and the local tribe many important lessons. Fishing and hunting was all part of that knowledge.

My dad's father holding an Indian baby.

Then the family moved to Ohio. My grandfather had been in a logging accident and he could no longer make a living for his family so he took work as a machinist in the steel mills of eastern Ohio. But the way they lived in Canada was not abandoned, and they continued to hunt and fish in the woods, streams and lakes nearby. When my mom and dad married, they eventually settled in mid-Iowa. My dad took up flint napping and hunted deer with bow and arrow.

In the spring a hard rain would wash a newly plowed field so you could more easily see rocks and other objects including points and flint. A friendly farmer would allow my dad and me to come and tramp around getting what I called a “big mud foot.” The farmer asked us to respect any new growth corn and then we were welcome to see what we could find.

My dad taught me. He said, “Scan the ground around you and a few feet in front. Use 'soft eyes.' Don’t look hard. Just look for a shape or an object that doesn’t fit.” We’d do it on a cloudy day when there wasn’t any glare from the sun, but we’d go on clear days, too. We’d walk back and forth and up and down the rolling hills trying not to miss anything by looking from different directions.

10/5/2014 7:24:21 PM

Hi ND, What you said just reminded me of another childhood memory. That was of the time I got 18 stitches in my arm having fallen on broken glass that was in our yard on the other side of the fence from the farm. I was chasing lightening bugs and fell. It was in a buried junk pile sort of like yours. Sometimes in the arrowhead fields we'd find clay and finer pottery shards that were far from a house. I thought about settlers when I saw these things. There was no other explanation being so far from anything. Your garden could be thought of like a "time capsule" and I'm sure someday someone will come along and think of the coot. Have a good relic hunting day yourself. -TJ

10/1/2014 6:53:28 PM

Renee-Lucie, I love to hear stories like yours. It keeps us connected to the past. My present garden area never had been used for any thing. In fact the neighbors around the garden claims that right where my garden is, used to be the bottom of the Missouri river. About a hundred years ago the Corps of Engineers changed the course of the river for flood control. It wasn't used for any thing for all those decades. Now I am building a garden there but I had to clean up all the presents the neighborhood left for me. I swear I'm finding totally rusted car and machinery parts that are extremely old. There's old doll parts and appliance parts and lots of concrete chunks that had to be removed. I too often wonder about how it all got there and who put it there. I am building my garden so that long after I'm gone the remnants will remain as a memory about the old coot that tried to garden a wild piece of land. ***** Have a great relic hunting day.

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