(Ready to cut up some venison ribs!)
Right down the road we pulled over into the driveway of a old dilapidated country home I have been keeping tabs on as a possible buy as its location is choice. Soon, after we were done poking around the property the farmer who rents the land pulled up and started to chit-chat. After talking about the house for a bit the topic turned to the battlesite. “Right over there cross the road whar that pole is, is whar ECU come out and did a dig. They covered all the post holes of the fort up, and I’ve been planting over everything ever since.” The farmer related. I wish you could have seen N.Y.Rob’s eyes pop open, “Sir, can we do some arrowhead hunt’n if we promise not to trample the crops?” With a little hesitancy the farmer in the pickup truck relented and said “Go ahead” and off we went!
Late on Sunday night I saw the flashing numbers on the answering machine. It was N.Y. Rob. I had semi-forgotten that we were kicking around the idea of doing something on Monday since we were both off. I wasn’t initially too enthusiastic about the idea since I was coming off a 5 day straight wood working binge building kitchen cabinets at the wood hobby shop on Camp Lejeune. But I figured I’d give him a call and see if he could talk me into something. “Yo, bout time youse called! We doin sumptin tomorrow or waaht.” The man from N.Y. mumbled on the phone.
We decided to head up thru the backwoods of Eastern N.C. and check out a fella’s antique store who I knew is/was a big Indian relic hunter. As we traveled thru the backroads I had N.Y. Rob pull over to check out a historical marker I always thought to be quite relevant for Indian enthusiasts.
We decided to head up thru the backwoods of Eastern N.C. and check out a fella’s antique store who I knew is/was a big Indian relic hunter. As we traveled thru the backroads I had N.Y. Rob pull over to check out a historical marker I always thought to be quite relevant for Indian enthusiasts.
“On the morning of March 20th, every man was at his post when a trumpet sounded the signal for the attack. Three days later Fort Neoheroka lay a smoldering ruin and the enemy acknowledged defeat. The Indian loss was 950, about half killed and the balance taken into slavery. Moore's loss was fifty-seven killed and eighty-two wounded. With this one crushing blow, the power of the Tuscarora nation was broken”
Right down the road we pulled over into the driveway of a old dilapidated country home I have been keeping tabs on as a possible buy as its location is choice. Soon, after we were done poking around the property the farmer who rents the land pulled up and started to chit-chat. After talking about the house for a bit the topic turned to the battlesite. “Right over there cross the road whar that pole is, is whar ECU come out and did a dig. They covered all the post holes of the fort up, and I’ve been planting over everything ever since.” The farmer related. I wish you could have seen N.Y.Rob’s eyes pop open, “Sir, can we do some arrowhead hunt’n if we promise not to trample the crops?” With a little hesitancy the farmer in the pickup truck relented and said “Go ahead” and off we went!
Well, for me a new hobby was tested, and the taste was excellent. I don't think that I'll ever have enought time to pursue it to the fullest, but it was pretty close to relic or fossil hunting and something to plan for when the crops come in.
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