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central Iowa | I found a perfect arrow head back 40 years ago. Dad was cultivating corn and I was hoeing beans on the same farm. We stopped lined up with one another and walked towards each other.
Just as we met, I looked down and snatched it up. Dad looked disappointed and excited. He'd been watching the ground his whole life (he was maybe 57 then) and never found one.
Always wished I'd been a little slower. He did find a small one years later. | |
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