With my job completed mid afternoon it was time to find some teeth.  I navigated through the streets of Summerville to begin my second fossil expedition in South Carolina.  I found the location where DW took me on my first trip in Dorchester County and with his prior “blessing”, I proceeded to “claim jump” hunting solo. 

 

It was hot, mid 90s and with a heat index reportedly over 100.    This reminded me to invest in some summer hip boots / waders because there was no way I would have survived in my thermal chest highs.   I noticed right away that the drainage creek was low and trickling water.   I popped open my truck, scanned of the neighborhood around me and did a quick change into some shorts and put on some “river” shoes.   My Northern® boots stayed in the truck as my feet anticipated the cool water.

 

I geared up and proceeded up the creek feeling naked.  What was I missing?… oh yeah, my shovel.  As I made my way up the creek I couldn’t help but feel that the DNR were watching in the tree line ready to give my a $400 fine.  Since I purposely left my shovel I home, I tried to put my mind as ease.  As soon as I entered the tree canopy of the creek I was intercepted by mosquitoes.  These weren’t the normal ones I was used too, but some mutant breed that I believe escaped from the Charleston Naval Station from a biological weapons experiment that went awry.  They looked like a cross between a tiger mosquito and a crane fly.   I could have used a badminton racquet to swat the ones circling me.   Luckily I remembered to bring my OFF.   I must have looked like person possessed as I flung my arms in all directions fending them off and swatting the ones on me while trying to find my OFF and getting it out of my backpack.   Success!!!   With a deep breath I closed eyes I depleted half of the canister around / on me and ended up fogging a twenty food radius from me.  I was turning purple as I opened my eyes.  No more mosquitoes around me; however, I couldn’t tell if it was the humidity in the air or the lingering OFF….. (inhale….it tasted like a combination of both).

 

I continued my journey upstream in a covert manner.  That was until a back yard dog became aware of my presence.   So I back tracked and decided on a spot that subsided his barking.  I unpacked and pulled out my Summerville Scoop, a modified scoop ball toy (had to tape up the holes on my daughter’s one).  It made me wonder if a Jai alai cesta would work slinging gravel.

 

So with a small three prong hand rake and my scoop, I filled up my smaller plastic graduated screens with material.  The scoop worked great (other than the amount of material you can fill versus a full shovel).   One advantage was how it could scoop water to flush out the sand / gravel material since the creek was too shallow in most areas to sift out the material.

 

I know most people stick to one screen size, usually the ½” to go through more material / find bigger teeth.  However, since this was more labor intensive in addition to the fact that I can’t bare the thought of teeth / fossils that I just scooped going back in the creek, most of my finds were all from the lower ¼” screen.   After screening only an hour, the heat and humidity was becoming unbearable.  I stuck it out for another hour with the help of drinking numerous water bottles. 

 

I finally decided that once I found an Angy I would quit.  I found my first one that last time I was here and wanted to come home with my second one. Fifteen minutes later I finally found a monster one in the ½ inch top screen.  Considering I was picking out small / micro ones out of the ¼ mix for the past two hours, it looked like a monster to me even though it was beat up.  I ended up finding another smaller one.  Now I debated continuing to scoop some more thinking I might have found a “teeth seam”, but decided I would end my “expedition” after I go through the ¼” mix.  

 

I picked out a couple of teeth from the lower screen and then placed the spoils on the bank.  I got a couple of scoops of water to “wash” the spoils to make sure I didn’t miss anything / micros (as I did with my previous ¼” spoils).   As soon as the water subsided, there it was looking right at me….my first “true / without a doubt” pathological tooth that I have found.   I believe it is a Bull Shark; however, any thoughts / correct ID would be appreciated.  So before heat exhaustion / malaria sent in, I packed up and looked forward to a cold hotel shower.  Anyway, this tooth put the icing on the trip and made me glad that I continue to use my graduated screens.