Cool Pictures
Take a look at some of the neat pictures I've taken
that relate to flintknapping, artifacts, and Indian
related things.  Some of the pictures, while modern, I
set the "stage" to apply it to the ancient scene I
envisioned when I shot the photo.   I hope you enjoy
them as much as I do.
 I imagined that this was the view of a Paleo
hunter some 10,000 to 12,000 years ago.  It's very
possible that this hunter's other hunting partners
are distracting this young mammoth while he
sneaks up from behind and downwind.  Since the
temperature has been getting warmer and the
great ice has gone north, this is one of the few
mammoth's this hunter has seen in months.  His
heart is beating fast, because he could die if he
makes one wrong move and the mammoth turns
to see him.  If he's swift and quiet he can thrust
the spear through the ribs of the mammoth and he
will be looked up to as one of the last of the
mighty hunters to kill one of these scarce great
beasts.  If he makes a mistake, it could be his
last.  His hands sweat as he stalks closer and
 There I was, spear in hand, and what came
crashing out of the woods, but a mastodon.  So I
decided to try out my newly made 8 1/2 foot
spear, tipped with a 3 1/2 inch Barnes
Cumberland fluted point hafted to a foreshaft with
sinew and pine pitch.  One of these guys hasn't
been roaming upstate New York in thousands of
years, but fortune would have that I got a chance
to hunt one.  Yes, they taste a lot like chicken
 Ok, this was some truly tough Texas Chert so I
called a friend of mine to bring his special billet
over to biface this piece down.  I wanted
desperately to give this billet a try, but I didn't
want to be associated with those knappers on the
dark side of knapping.
 When I took this picture, I imagined a Woodland
Period hunter making his way along a thick hedge
of bushes as he stalks this big male elk.  He knew
the elk was aware of some kind of presence, but
could not smell him as he had carefully worked
himself downwind of this popular glacial pond
watering hole.  When the elk looked toward the
water, this experienced hunter readied his dart
shaft onto the atlatl antler hook without ever
taking his eyes of the elk.  He'd walked many
miles just to be in the right position to take an elk
at this place.  He sees his carefully crafted dart
and remembered the hours of time he'd invested
to make it straight over the fire,  and he
remembered knapping the 3 1/2 inch
Susquehanna point out of Onondaga chert that
he'd traded his northern brother for in exchange
for some fine Esopus chert he'd collected this
Spring.  The Susquehanna point was straight and
sharp and he knew that if his shot was on target
that this elk would not live long or run far.  He
slowly raised up from his concealed position in the
brush, his thighs burning from raising in such a
slow disciplined manner.  With his arm now in the
ready position, he waited........and then when the
elk turned broadside and began to walk he
released his dart as he stepped forward slightly.  
He watched as the dart impacted the elk, but had
already made his only other dart ready to cast
should he need to.  He lowered his arm as he
watched the running elk crash 100 yards from
where he shot it.  Walking down to the edge of the
pound, he picked up his dart shaft that had fallen
loose from the foreshaft as the mighty elk ran.  
He instinctively reached in a leather pouch
attached to his belt and refitted another foreshaft
into the bloody dart.  Today his village would eat
well, and he would have a nice hide that would be
made into a badly needed new top and pants for
him for the winter. He'd done well, and the time
spent on the dart shaft was well worth it, and now
as he approached the expired elk, he hoped that
his sharp point was also able to be recovered
within the chest cavity of the mighty elk.
I know they
said that
knap-in was
around here
some place
This poor flintknapper heard from
another knapper who was told by
two other knappers that there was a
small gathering of knappers some
place in this neighborhood.  When
he asked for directions, his friend
the knapper said take this road off
of highway (fill in the blank) and
look for all the cars parked along
the road.  I think the guy on the
lawnmower in the background is
getting ready to call the police on
his cell phone.
His blood froze and his knees
began to shake as the sod busting
settler from New Hampshire looked
to his right to see exactly what he
didn't want to ever lay his eyes
upon.  He was hunting for buffalo to
feed his own family, but his eyes
now were fixed on the ring of
teepees on the hill.  Certainly the
occupants of this village knew he
was coming and he knew that it was
only a matter of minutes before he
felt the sharp arrow pierce his
chest.  Just standing there a million
thoughts flashed through his
mind......."Should I
run?"......"Should I hold up my
hands and walk toward the village in
hopes that they are
friendly?"........."Should I
fight?"....."I don't want to die this
kind of death"....."What will
become of my wife and two
boys?"......."How could I be so
stupid?"........."I should have stayed
back east where at least I could
have kept my own scalp"..........  He
knew he'd entered their lands and
he knew he might die a horrible
death or make some new friends.  
Which would it be, he will find out in
the next few steps he took.
There's no short story with this
one, but it does have some story to
it.  This large 4 3/4 inc Genesee
Point lays right in the place where I
took the spall out that it was made
from.  I made this point at the 2007
Letchworth, N.Y. knap-in.  When I
finished it I noticed the "mother"
piece of rock laying there so I laid
the finished point in there and it
looked so neat I just had to keep
both pieces.  I did take some
secondary flakes off the larger
piece of rock after taking the spall
off, but rest assured, that Genesee
point was made from the spall taken
right off that larger piece of Esopus
chert.  It's a nice example of what
could be made from any piece of
knappable rock.  It also brings to
mind just how many points, knife
blades and tools the ancient ones
could have made from one single
piece of stone.  It's a fine example
and I'm glad it kept the two
together.  I had a lot of offers to buy
the two pieces together, but I'm not
ready to sell it yet.
'Ello Mate.  I'm here to save
you a ton of money on your
next bucket of Mook Jasper.
Word has it on the street that a new
dude is in control of all the Mook
Jasper coming from Australia.  He's
a bit of a slimy fellow, but every
once in a while he'll cut you a
break.  In talking with him the other
day at a knap-in he said he used to
be in the car insurance business, but
he got bored and took up
flintknapping after hanging out for a
whole weekend with Dane Martin,
Jim Redfearn, and D.C. Waldorf.  I
guess anyone truly can learn how to