I’ve got photos of the Boaz mastadon, but the story of its discovery I heard was quite different. A couple kids were sent out to place fence posts, and when they did, they found these cool bones, grabbed all their friends cause the adults didn’t believe them, and started digging.
The rest, as they say, is “prehistory.”
When our son heard this story, we found him later digging big holes in a sheltered part of our back yard, hoping to make a similar discovery. We sent him to archaeology day camp for kids shortly thereafter, where he was part of a dig near Perrot Park. The glamor aspect of the field died for him. All they found were a couple tiny shards of indeterminate origin and age.
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