I’ve written before about my ambition to find an arrowhead at Roundrock. An arrowhead. A spear point. A bird point. An axe head. Last week, Pure Florida posted some pix of points he had found in his ground, and he wrote a very evocative bit of musing about the experience of finding them.
Here are some things we have found that an archeologist identified as thumb scrapers.
The two smaller ones we found in unlikely places. The one on the right I spotted in the early days of the pecan plantation, when the ground was freshly scraped by the dozer. How it escaped being crushed or broken, I don’t know. It’s very likely I did not find it in its original location since the dozer pushed the gravel back and forth across the acre that would become the pecan plantation.
The one on the left we found in the lakebed when it was in its dry phase. It should have suffered a similar fate that the first should have suffered. Yet it also was unscathed. Once again, it is not likely that it was in its original location, but neither could have been very far from home. This gives me reason to think that our Central Valley may have been a native campsite many years ago. A campsite I’ve flooded.
Note how nicely the scraper fits in my fingers. There is even a smoothed depression that accepts my thumb nicely.
Each of these has a nicely worked business end, and each is suited for a right-handed person, which I suppose is not surprising.
We did not find the largest scraper at Roundrock but at a bit of woods in the next county. The area where we found it is peppered with dozens of mounds that are human sized and all aligned east/west. Are they burial mounds or simply remnants of the root wads of fallen trees? L is inclinded to the latter, but I am a foolish romantic.