We have a hill that when we were kids, if your parents were so inclined could take you and you could dig them. Then a man bought the hill and scraped of the top layer to get down to the bone bed and now it isn't as much work to dig them but you have to jump through lots of hoops to dig there.
I am not much of a hoop jumping sort of person. I wanted the kids to have the experience of digging for shark's teeth one year. So we grabbed shovels and buckets and took the kids up into the hills and came upon a place that looked good.
When it rains here if you want to go out to the park that is out there you can take a walk down the river bank and there will be shark's teeth that get washed down out of the hills.
Now the day when we went to dig it was late in the day so it would be a bit cooler. As we were digging in the dirt we came upon a interesting thing. I don't know if you have or will ever hear this from anyone but me.
The reason we stopped digging and never went back, was next to all of these bones and fragments, Ron got into a section of ground where the bones were not petrified. They were still bone, and they smelled of rotting. Well me being the Mom panicked. Ron called for me to come and see it. In the same hole was putrefied and soft bone. Together. Same whale.
The kids and Ron have dug trilobites in Oklahoma.. The only thing that is on our list of things to do someday is to go dig dinosaur bones. Our oldest daughter and Ron used to volunteer at a museum here and they would get to use tools to scrape dirt of giant sea turtles and all kinds of sea creatures that were buried long ago.
I just thought I would share something different today. As my husband always says, There is treasure everywhere.
Have a wonderful day,