The thrill of the hunt is addicting. Its what continues to drive me to collect after all these decades, even after all the hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions, of shark teeth I have found. I never know what I'm going to find and I am compelled to look. What else am I going to do? Not collect? That is not an option! If there is a spot to go, I'm going to go. Even though the species are the same, the teeth aren't. Every tooth is unique, no two are identical. Especially when you consider the big guys. There is so much more canvas for nature to craft a distinct treasure! Collecting trips are the same way. Wondering what the collecting area will look like today, whether there is new formation exposed or will I have to dig off a ton of overburden to get to the layer. Then, once I get to the layer, what will it be like? Will it be pea gravel or boulders? What color will it be? How thick? Is it sandy or full of clay? How about the weather? Might we catch a glimpse of some animal out exploring? So many variables, no hunt is ever the same. The questions are only answered at the end of the day, and today I came home happy. What a megalodon hunt this was!
3 дек 2023