Thrill of Victory, Agony of Defeat

I hope the phrase Thrill of Victory, Agony of Defeat is not trademarked because its the only way to describe this day. The weezling and I got to the creek and minutes after we arrived I spotted an arrowhead in the bottom of the creek through my clear bottom bucket. SCORE! Then I let the weezling have a turn and he scored some nice teeth in the middle of the creek. We picked up teeth the whole way to our favorite spot where we noticed a HUGE washout created by the last heavy rain. The creek blasted out one bank and dug a cavern into the wall. All the gravel was packed into the back of the hole we tried to see what was back there but the water was rushing and the hole was deep so we couldn't see anything. Then we turned around to walk home and I spied the tip of a gigantic tooth poking out of the wall. I carefully dug around with a pocket knife, and the blade kept going back into the wall. I got back to the root and it fell out because the root was mostly gone. I was completely deflated after that, so we resolved to go back the next day to sift the washout. Lots of teeth in there! The best thing I found sifting was a cool little posterior megalodon tooth. I don't see a lot of teeth from that position.