The Birthday Wish

Time goes by so fast - it seems like only yesterday the weezling was born and I was wishing I could take him with me fossil hunting. In reality, he turned 9 yesterday so I actually could take him. Lucky for us the heavens opened up the night before and drenched the Lowcountry with fossil-eroding goodness.

Even though we've been hunting more often lately, its been tough to get into our favorite spot because everyone else is in the same boat as us - not enough good hunting spots to scratch the fossil hunting itch. The past two times, others were hunting the creek so we went somewhere else and let them have their turn to rack. Today, we got up at the crack of dawn and found the creek deserted. With video camera in hand we proceeded to hunt and find fossils such as shark teeth almost immediately. It really was the weezling's day - his rack was a lock. If ever toothing gods would smile on a hunter, it would be on their birthday. Smile they did on my boy - he picked up teeth by the handfuls at times and easily found all of the best teeth of the day. That's the way it should be.