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Tale as old as time.

Look Grog! He use stone flake! Grog not know bone bestest for mammoth? Stupid grog die next time go for bighorn, watch!

Stupid Bog! Bog thinkem shiney white rock best for edge! Regular flint do just good! White rock too much, hard to flake edge!

Dummy bog and grog! Die next hunt, no use clovis, CLUB WITH CLUB!

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Edit to add: this post inspired me to change my avatar lol
 
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That fella is wrapped a mite tight!

Dad’s gear, for an overnighter, was a 3-bladed Shrade Walden, (yellow scales), a hip pocket bottle of Old Granddad, a pack of Camels, a pack of Pall Malls, a book of paper matches, and a Zebco 33… Didn’t carry anything else, not ever, and in all the times I went with him, I don’t remember either of us getting eaten by lions or bears, or dying of anything much… I do remember getting hungry, and being told I wasn’t apt to die of hunger anytime soon…My gear for such trips was a piece of cardboard with a line, hook, and sinker wrapped around it; a pole and bobber could be made anywhere we stopped… Certain sure glad I didn’t know then what I know now, I would have never survived!
 

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