Lots of moonshine stills on the little branches and creeks I used to hunt squirrels on when I was a kid. Haven't found one in 40 years, at least.
Lots of little graveyards, while quail hunting. Everybody knows there is a covey of birds that hangs around close to an old graveyard, known as the "graveyard covey". And, that if you can kill a rabbit there you are in luck, because there's absolutely nothing as lucky as the left hind foot of a graveyard rabbit.
The brass shell heads of very old 12 ga. hulls of the shells that my Grandaddy used in these fields some 80-90 yrs. ago. My favorites are the "New Club(s)". He told me about them. When I find one I imagine him shooting a covey rise at that exact spot.
A petrified sand dollar that I found while hunkered down beside a pond waiting for ducks, as a young man. Evidence that the oceans covered this area where I live many eons ago.
I'd better quit. I don't want to monopolize the thread.
SRH
