Central States Archaeological Societies
Central States Archaeological Societies


Kelly Bastin

Central States Archaeological Societies 1999 April Journal
Paragon, Indiana

    It was the last day of July and it was hot, real hot! I decided to go for a bicycle ride just to cool off. I headed out of town, not even thinking about arrowhead hunting because the crops were all too tall in the fields. The only other available site I knew of had been picked over. I rounded a corner and remembered a creek not far off the road that still had a lot of water despite the fact that it had been very dry this year. So I wheeled down the farm lane to an old ford, got off the bike and lay down in the cool pool of water.

     I had hunted creek beds in the area with some success, having found several cork bottles and an assortment of points in other creeks in the countryside But I had not hunted in this particular creek before. When I got up out of the cool water, I decided to check this one out. I had not even gone twenty yards before the creek began to dry up I came across a dead owl lying in some water and thought to myself this was probably all that I would find this day, but something told me to keep going. I rounded the bend and to my astonishment, about fifty feet farther up the creek, was what I thought might be an axe. When I got a little closer I knew it was an axe! I rushed down the creek bed and looked down at the greatest axe I had ever seen.

    This three-quarter-grooved axe is 6 inches long and four inches wide. It was made from green-gray-brownish granite. It has nice polish on the bit, is well formed and absolutely perfect! The groove is 1 1/4 inches wide and is also well made. I can still remember jumping up and down, screaming and dancing because this was the best axe I had ever found. I was in heaven despite the heat.

   Then I thought I would leave it there and go get my camera, but I couldn't leave it. I walked over, picked it up and wondered how it got here, who made it, did someone lose it, did it wash down to this spot from somewhere up stream. Since I had never found anything in the fields along side this creek, I was certain I was the first human to touch this ancient tool in thousands of years.

  I could hardly wait to get it home to clean it up and show it to my 84-year-old dad. He was equally thrilled. Then I charted it on my map and entered it into my records. The next day I asked a friend to go back with me to the spot where I found the axe, and we took photographs We were careful to lay it back in the impression it had left in the creek bed and snapped the pictures. I felt the Great Creator had truly blessed me on that day. It really made my summer.



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