You mean besides our foremost geologist, ND news reporter and fierce defender of freedom and life, you are also an archaeologist?
@Smokin Joe
Did the archeology dream give way to the reality of making a living as a geo? Or more likely, the '79 run-up in o/g prices dangle dollar signs above your head?
I found my first arrowhead at five and grew up reading National Geographics from back into the 1800s. As a kid, I had a pretty good handle where on the farm I could find arrowheads, pottery fragments, and the like, and even found a few odds and ends dating back to the early 1700s, bottles of Civil War vintage and the like. I even got a metal detector with my haying money and told my mother I was going out to find the family treasure. (She said, "Son, you have it in your hand.") I had a lot of fun with that thing, but never found anything of note with it.
Archaeology remains an interest and something I love to do, but it was a summer job and the money wasn't the best, and besides, I was on my way to a Master's Degree in Uranium Geochemistry (or so I thought), full ride.
After a year of Grad School, my car having been hit five times--three times when parked (and finally totaled out) in eight months, my bankroll wasn't much of a roll, and I decided to go to work for a year and consider my options. I hired on with a mudlogging outfit, to start at the end of the school year, and two weeks later Three Mile Island happened. Well, that was the end of the Uranium dream, and I was already in the oil patch...I drove what was left of that car across the state (ground the treads off a set of nearly new bias ply tires doing so--the frame was bent that bad) with the side closed up with duct tape, plastic, and cardboard, and most of my stuff tucked into corners or tied to the roof.
Thank God the company had company pickups...
