I spent all day on Saturday hunting for Indian relics. The weather was perfect, the bright overcast conditions were ideal for trying to spot arrowheads on the ground. I drove to a place where I have had some luck and was thrilled to see that the winter storms and melting snow had washed away all my old footprints from previous visits and left a clean fresh surface with every stone plainly visible. I felt certain that I would be able to find something, perfect conditions like that inspire a lot of confidence. But after two hours of careful searching, poring over the ground, I had found nothing but flakes. In such a situation I sometimes start feeling desperate and would be absolutely thrilled to find anything at all, even the most vague fragment; that was how I was feeling on Saturday. My eyes scanned a spot, I took another step, and something told me to glance back at something my eyes had just passed over. I was elated to spot this.