Nope. Common to find these on the prairie where Indians were camped. No Civil War battles there. I have a couple from my late wife's family homestead near Swift Current, SK. Stone cannonballs are something one might find on Middle Ages European battlefields and they would typically be MUCH larger.
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I knew I had something similar laying around. I never thought about a horse hobble, I always figured mine to be a hammer with the ends the way they are. It’s next to a tomahawk in pretty tough shape and what I think is a hand axe as it has no notches to attach it to anything.
Did you find those in the same area as each other? I haven’t really had a chance to get back out and look around where I found mine. So cool
No, they’ve all been found within 5 miles of each other in the general area.
Looks like some kind of old buggy with the spindle axles and the spring ride seat maybe.
Makes you wonder the things that thing has shot
I don't think deer and elk were hi on the target list.
We wondered how the old guy lost it. Did he just drop it? Did he throw it at the bear or the Indians that were chasing him? Or did he die on that spot. I kind of wish I would have looked around for more stuff. Maybe a pickaxe, a frying pan or possibly an old tobacco tin full of gold nuggets. But it was the end of a long hot day, on a super steep slope and we were just trying to get back to the cabin we were staying in.
Found a Sharp's Carbine barrel way back in the woods this last hunting season.
Please don't do that again -- my breath is getting too short these days to sustain such prolonged laughing without serious risk to my survival!I imagined a clan of buffalo-hide-covered early people hunting this ridge, surrounded by glaciers, arguing about whether the decrease in mammoth population was due to hunting or climate change.
Hardly seems adequate if the sheep hunter in the pictograph that Theat found was average!
About nine or ten years after the oldest graffiti you saw was deposited on that stock tank, my father and I hiked up a slope near Twin Lakes (near Bridgeport, CA) and through some aspen grove on our route to check out a lightning-stuck snag in the conifers above. Wish I could remember the dates carved on those tree trunks--they certainly seemed old to me at the time--but what stuck in my young, innocent mind were the naughty illustrations! At least the scenes portrayed other humans and not "Montana ladies."
A sheep hunter, quite likely. Perhaps hundreds of years from now, someone will find a spent 168gr Nosler that I left at similar elevation on the Beartooth plateau
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Must have been lucky in the draws.
