This past April, I went hunting Rio gobblers in Texas. Had a great trip and took two good birds.........one slammer.

But I also found a couple whitetail sheds..........and flint rocks were EVERYWHERE. There was no plan. I just brought the sheds and some flint rock home. Then a buddy told me of a fellow that lives just over a couple hills from me. An artisan. A flint knapper. Long story short, I paid him a visit and he agreed to try working the stone I brought home. A couple months later I picked up the COOLEST souvenir I ever ended up with from any trip I've ever taken.

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Wollen nicht krank dein feind. Planen es.