I grew up effectively on the Mescalero Apache reservation (and married my childhood sweetheart— an Apache woman who stated her intention to marry me when we were about six). I learned to make all sorts of stone tools.
We used to scatter them about to excite tourists who “find” them, until the BIA was so confused they thought some random field was an important ancient hunting ground.
No, it’s where we used to drink beer in high school and build bonfires.
Oh that’s damn funny!
I’ll be chuckling for days on that one :)
Thanks very much, I needed that.