The Last Fossil Hunter Standing
Previously on Black River Fossils: The vigilant BRFC fossil hunters worldwide continued to scour dank holes, viper infested waterways, and a host of other unseemly locales to extract the finest fossils from their tombs, sometimes millions of years in the making.
Today, we join our heroes on yet another fossil hunting adventure into the wild, braving sweltering heat, swarms of blood-sucking air-borne pests, and utter fatigue. The drive to dig compels them to pack in equipment to aid in their quest. Past forays into the pit demanded incessant bailing, a drain on precious human resources. Today, technology provided by Honda would take the bulk of the water away, leaving the hunters to do the job they came to do - bring light to the remains of long dead creatures, monstrous and amicable alike.
Led by the world renowed dinosaur hunter Paleobum, ditchweezil and other volunteers cleared away foot after foot of saturated overburden until finally the crisp tenor of gravel against shovel cut the labor with hopes of finds like the last time when the mandible of a small hadrosaur was recovered from this unique, secluded site. From mud as deep as their waists, the dedicated adventurers filled buckets with material from the bottom of the sludge. The buckets were hefted over a hill to the stream where they were sifted and meticulously searched for clues to the identies of South Carolina's prehistoric past.
Over and over they repeated the process. Dig, carry, sift, search... Dig, carry, sift, search... until they could take it no more. The volunteers began dropping like flies as the pile of sifted gravel grew skyward. Finally only three remained. Ditchweezil, Paleobum, and the Tireless One. Ditchweezil, his back bent as if by age, finally tapped out and began the long walk back to the vehicles as the breeze seemed to whisper "What a competitor" in time with some background melody. His pockets bulged with shark teeth, crocodile teeth, ray teeth, and possibly even a few mosasaur teeth, and he waved a final good-bye to the final two of the hunt.
Whose drive and determination would last the longest? Who would tuck away the last prehistoric prize? Who would be the one to finally say, "I found enough today." Who would be The Last Fossil Hunter Standing?
Find out next week, on Black River Fossils!