Ongo Gigante

Since moving to Glass Hollow in the shadow of Afton mountain, central VA, I've seen a few of these mushrooms near the edges of cow pastures. The first several I saw in September, but I waited on them and they turned into ochre dustballs.

From everything I've read there is no other mushroom that vaguely resembles the Giant Puffball (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calvatia_gigantea) in its combination of size, shape and location.



Since I walk our road nearly everyday I knew this mushroom was less than three days old and in prime shape for eating. Following the advice of the Peterson's Field Guide to edible wild plants I essentially cooked the mushroom like you would most store bought white mushrooms.
















I sauteed the 1/8 inch slices in olive oil, added some green pepper, onion and garlic. I was planning on making eggs for breakfast anyway, so I threw simply added the mushrooms as a vegetable and topped the whole thing with some salsa and avocado. Yum!


The mushroom flavor was outstanding on its own however. It had a sweet, nutty flavor with all of the savoriness that usually come with white mushrooms. These are hard to miss, so next time you see a white puffball the size of your head growing next to a field, check the inside to see that it has the spongy texture of a white mushroom, slice it up and give it a go!

Perspectives on Growth

***WARNING: Graphic photos of a dead deer***
I learned several things today while on a run/walk in the woods. Some of it happened on the walk, but most of it came from putting together pieces of events that happened throughout the day.

First I went to my Jiu-Jitsu school's belt promotion ceremony (www.grappling.com) and watched people who had been practicing this art for years be recognized for their hard work and dedication. The underlying message, however, was that the goal is to be a good person and improve the world, not earn some external prize. When watching this ceremony I reflected on my own journey with various arts so far, and how in the beginning, whether it was a job, fire-making, flintknapping, or Jiu-Jitsu, I thought of building skills as a sprint- to see how far I could go how fast. As life has it, sprinting eventually makes you tired, and in your haste you stumble, maybe fall. In time I came to see skills as more of a marathon, and endurance race. Today, however, I simply saw them as a lifestyle. You don't truly get better at things by striving to achieve specific end points you get better by making skills practice a part of who you are.

Later in the day as I was running down a steep trail in Rock Creek Park, I caught a whiff of Red Fox scent in the air and had a feeling that I should turn to my right. There, at the bottom of a ravine, behind a fence, was a fallen Whitetail. Upon closer inspection I noticed that the deer was a young buck in velvet, antlers 8-10" long, probably 1.5 years old. He had obviously been there for at least a day because of the flies around his muzzle and evidence of carnivores at the rump. (The photos were taken the next day, after the carcass was opened by Turkey Vultures). I could see that deer jumped the fence here because a section of the barbed wire was down, there were tracks, and a hillside they could use to gain an advantage on the 8+ foot fence. At first I thought he may have impaled himself trying to jump the fence, but when I looked at his head I could see that the bottom corner of the fence was peeled up and his head poked through to my side. His shoulder was bruised and bloody, and the earth around his back legs was disturbed, showing signs of a struggle. Then I saw his antlers- defiantly pressed against the fence, blocking his retreat, and a new theory emerged.

It seems as if this deer tried to go under the fence, a move that he may have done all last year when he was just a bit smaller, but found his shoulders too broad to get through. When he tried to back out, however, his newly grown antlers acted like the barbs of a fish hook, catching on the reverse where the had passed easily on entry. As I pondered this deer's life and death I though back to Jiu-Jitsu, both seemed to echo off each other in my mind. I can't say for sure what it means, but it feels like something about how we see our own growth. Do we acknowledge it? Do we work with it? Do we honor it? Either way, one truth is inescapable: we're not who we were last year.

This interpretation brings me back to a conversation I had between Jiu-Jitsu and the run with a co-worker at the job I recently quit and will be leaving in a week. He's just arrived and I'm on my way out, so we had a unique opportunity to compare perspectives on this company, and through our conversation I discovered why I'm actually leaving. Although it's been messy, conflicted and sudden seeming, the reason I'm leaving, like many other good people that have worked for this company, is that it offered me no opportunity to grow. We analyzed the pattern of people coming and going, and that one fact stuck out, and it's human nature. We need to grow, we are growing. As we naturally outgrow people, situations and environments, we either must change them or begin to limit ourselves. The more we restrict ourselves unnaturally, the more imbalanced we will become. It's fascinating how we understand this with fishbowls and plants...but often not ourselves.

(This last photo is a worked biface of beautiful striped quartzite I found a few feet from the deer when I went back the next day.)

Piney Branch Quarry 1

This first shot is an interesting mystery we have yet to solve. My friend Rod and I went out for an afternoon to do a little bow drill and exploring on the hills above the Piney Branch creek here in DC.

There were several trees in the area with these unidentified markings. As you can see from the photo there are squirrel tracks on the same branch for contrasts. They were on both horizontal and vertical branches, and are 1/8" to 1/4" deep, running 1/2 to 2/3 of the way around the branch. Any guesses?


Besides being a beautiful and wild oasis in the heart of the city, this particular tributary of Rock Creek is a well known archaeological site. Here is a link to a good article.

Native Americans quarried stone here for thousands of years, everywhere you look there are piles of rock broken by ancient flintknappers, many showing patterned flaking.

Quartzite is available in cobbles throughout the Washington DC and Northern VA area, but Piney Branch holds a particularly fine-grained and flakeable variety, as well as a dazzling array
of colors- red, blue, purple, green, tan and clear, banded and sparkling.


My walks here are slow, as you can feel the ancients tool makers around you, sense them as you hold the same stones that they once held. Two years ago I wouldn't have even recognized these artifacts, since I had never knapped this kind of stone. But once you examine them closely, they start popping out everywhere, like a word you just learned. Then, when you realize the massive scale of this workshop, and the shear volume of artifacts surrounding you, it's nearly impossible not to be awestruck.

June Flintknapping

A point made out of beautiful heat treated Coastal Plains Chert from Georgia made at the MAPS meet. The white spot is a natural variation in the stone.







A Black Obsidian knife blade in a cherry handle glued with pine pitch and wrapped with deer rawhide. Made for the MAPS meet silent auction.






This series shows the reduction process on this sweet piece of Jasper from the Delaware River Valley that I founf on the Beach in Delaware. It was pretty rough, but created a razor sharp and very durable edge.





















I ended up going with the sten base design because the flakes were coming off so large that I didn't think shoulder notching would work well. Feedback welcome.

Beaver Valley Rock Shelter

Set off a small country road in northern New Castle county, Delaware, is a small and mysterious cave that is know to have been used by Native Americans and early colonial inhabitants of the area. The cave entrance is obscured by grape and honesuckle vines during the summer months, but can usually be seen after the foliage dies back in the fall.

I visited this cave once when I was a kid with my Grandfather, and it's well known among the locals of this area. My interest in the cave was renewed after reading about it in "The Delaware Indians: A History" by C.A. Weslager. It should have been obvious, but it never occurred to me that the Native Americans used it.

From a survival perspective this cave is amazing. Not only does it sit no more than 30 yards from a beautiful fast flowing stream, but it's only about half a mile from the Brandywine River, and 7 miles from the Delaware River. According to Weslager's book these lands were probably hunting territories of a Lenni Lenape (Delaware) band which lived further up the Brandywine River.

When you approach the entrance it seems to have been formed there deliberatey. The main chamber has several tiers and goes in about 10 feet. The ceiling was high enough for me to stand inside the entrance (6 ft +), but I had to stoop before going any further. The right hal is a low flat area with only about 4ft of clearance, but this whole area would have been perfect to sleep under.

Although it's damp and muddy, not very inviting in its current state, I can see how it would be a fantastic shelter if cleaned up and cared for a bit. The entrance is high enough to afford a fire that would throw light and heat into the cave, and the low sleeping area on the right could be blocked off but leaning sticks and debris against it. Covering the floor with animal skins or debris would make it even more cozy. To the left there is also a shelf that would be perfect for storing cooking utensils and weapons out of the way.

I've been interested in the pre-history of this area since I was a kid, but after studying survival skills and looking at the landscape from that perspective, I have a much broader appreciation for places like this, and what they must have meant to the native people here.

Epic Stew

Pinger contemplates his discovery. While driving home through an undisclosed location in Virginia, he came across this beautiful creature. She was still moving when he found her, but fatally wounded, so he decided to bring her home and share the wealth.

My personal opinion is that she was probably already dead, since turtles can continue moving for quite awhile after death, but Andrew thought othewise. He thinks that since the turtle was moving when he put it in the freezer it is "freezer kill," as opposed to "road kill."

The turtle's lower shell was surprisingly small, and demonstrated just how muscular these animals are. It looks as if Snappers have sacrificied underside protection for mobility, and apparently it's paid off.

The cleaning instructions we found suggested slicing the skin around the lower shell and cutting the thin bridges connecting it to the upper shell first, so that's what Andrew did.

As you can see, this female was loaded with eggs, which appear to be almost fully grown. There were 28 eggs overall, which took up a lot of room in the intestinal cavity. They appeared to be strung together by some kind of growing tissue. Trippy.

This turtle's shell was 10.25" long and 9.5" wide. According to the NWF field guide Snapping turtles can be from 8-18" long, making this one about medium sized. It also said their peak egg laying season is in June, although they can lay eggs from april until november. The largest recorded number of eggs is 83 (!), though 25-50 is normal. According to this guide they also travel some distance from water to lay eggs, which would explain why this one was crossing a road that wasn't near water. Strong swimmers, they have been known to travel over 2 miles in a few hours when displaced.

The turtle yeilded a surprising amount of meat as well as the 28 eggs. The leg meat was mostly dark, similar to beef or venison, while the neck meat was more like pork or poultry. Pinger located a recipe which recommended that the meat be parboiled to soften it. He cooked in a crockpot overnight, then proceeded to make a fine snapper stew, featuring standard vegetables (carrots, onions, etc.) and sherry as an important ingredient. The stew was incredibly tasty, and disappeared soon after it was made!

After seeing the turtle up close and being nourished from it, I can really see why Native Americans would have held this majestic creature in high regard. It has an ancient feel, like it was formed from the rocks and soil itself...and indeed each spring they emerge from the mud of swamps and streams. With formidable jaws, sharp claws and powerful muscles, as adults they probably know no predator other than humans. This pedatory dominance would give them a special place in lore and mythology.

2 Days at Oregon Ridge

Last month Bill, Pinger and I spent a couple days at Oregon Ridge Nature Center's Primitive Technology weekend. The nature center is located in a beautiful park just west of Baltimore, MD. This was my second time, but Bill's been coming for years.

What makes this event so special for me is that some of the best teachers, artists and experimental archaeologists in the country come together in a small setting and display their work for each other and the general public. Throughout the weekend there were hardcore skills practitioners alongside families that had never even heard of primitive skills. This blending of experiences and perspectives always makes for an interesting time.

Bill watches a demonstration by a Danish flintknapper on indirect percussion- using an antler punch struck by a mallet to remove precise flakes. Danish blade cores and axes were made this way.

There were various skill demonstrations and workshops on both days, and 15-20 vendors selling tools, craft items, or just displaying their art. Below are a few that stood out.

A display of colorful stone points made by one vendor.

Stone knives.

A large pack basket made from Tulip Poplar bark.

Pottery fired on-site the night before.

Hand dyed and woven dogbane cordage bags, masterful works of art.

Bows at the Ancestral Knowledge table.

Besides the vendors, workshops, and time spent just kicking it and flintknapping, there's also a 24 target archery course through the woods nearby. These courses are designed to loosely simulate hunting in that the terrain, distances and shooting angles vary from target to target. We only got out twice this year but it was a great time.