[jimtorr]

I wish. I never learned knapping. Also, all of the big obsidian sources I have been to over the years are National Monuments now, and it’s a big no-no to carry any out.

The big piece I have sitting on my side table was smuggled out of the Obsidian Cliffs, in the Three Sisters Wilderness by my father in 1962.

The greenies would consider that practically a hanging offense today.

I know where to find flint locally where I live. My sister built her house on top of an outcropping. I’ve found a number of flakes in her garden, that seem to have been struck off for butchering meat at a hunting camp.

Good flint is all over the place on the U.S. west coast.

[Hiddigeigei]

"I know where to find flint locally where I live."
When I was a lad, my father took me on walks along a little creek between "Green Acres Farm: where we used to Ice skate in Winter and Forest Glen Station, Maryland. Along the creek was a large up-right bolder of chert surrounded by flaked chips and broken arrowheads. Obsidian would have been more interesting.