I liked to pride myself on finding treasure, but I think my siblings were actually better at spotting them. I did find one that I especially like. I was waiting for the school bus (and that right there was highly unusual--I usually was flying out the door in disorganized chaos as the driver tooted his horn) and looked down. There on the ground was a wonderful projectile point with only a little chip on one side. I like to look at it and wonder about the individual who made it and what his life was like. We consider that a primitive culture, and yet it took a practiced skill to make the point and use it successfully.
The one on the right is the one I found at the school bus stop.
Do you have a collection of projectile points?