Sharktooth Roadtrip: Miocene & Oligocene digging and SCUBA diving in Summerville, South Carolina.

I've been home for several weeks now and I'm just getting around to writing this account of the SC trip now (albeit from Northern Ontario on the heels of a rained-out dig trip). The delay has been one of a personal nature as I'm daunted by the task of trying to articulate just how awesome this trip was. Firstly, I must apologize to my invert/trilobite people as this blog will completely be rooted in "that young stuff", hundreds of millions of years younger than my usual diggings and dealings. That said, if you're here for general fossil appreciation, road trip accounts of the former or, like me, you've always had a soft spot for sharks and their fossil teeth, read on!

For a little exposition, I made a last-minute trip back in March/April of 2023 which is where this thing started for me. For ten years or so, I've been an avid SCUBA diver. In the days before I was a touring musician, I'd do several dive trips a year to places like Cozumel: Mexico, Exhumas Marine Sanctuary: Bahamas and even The Bay of Pigs in Cuba. One of my favourite things is to dive with sharks and photograph them. I've been face to face with Great White Sharks in Guadalupe, Caribbean reef sharks at night in the Bahamas and Whale sharks on migration outside of Isla de Mujeres near Canćun. Sharks are near and dear to my heart so when I heard that people have been SCUBA diving for shark teeth (megalodon no less!), I had to figure out how to get in on it. A couple of years in a row I tried booking Megalodon tooth dives in Florida when the touring schedule would take us there. Without fail, a cold front would come in and cancel the dives. Every. Time. When my Dad mentioned to me that him and his buddy Rod were heading to South Carolina for a golf roadtrip, I barged my way in even though I had no plan.

After some frantic research on the diving requirements, I had to quickly get certified on Nitrox before the trip. I won't bore you with the physics explanation but Nitrox essentially is an air mix for a scuba tank that replaces some of the partial pressure of nitrogen with more oxygen. This allows for longer, safer bottom times at deeper depths but with other risks associated. It's a quick and easy course but naturally, costs money to feed the regulatory diving industry. The dive in question is a spot off North Carolina called "The Meg ledge", a 110 ft deep dive with low visibility and cold temperatures. Big teeth are found here regularly but are often quite beat up due to being exposed to the open ocean. The teeth found whilst river diving in the Carolinas are vastly superior in quality. In any case, after the 14-16 hour drive down to North Myrtle Beach and a few phone-calls later, the Megalodon dive was once again cancelled due to bad weather. I did manage to get in a couple dives on a charter on an old civil war wreck sitting at 65 feet called 'The Sherman". The vis was around 2-6 feet and even though we were likely surrounded by Sand Tiger sharks, I didn't see a single one. The water was absolutely freezing at 59F even with a 7mm hood, gloves and 5mm wetsuit, I was shaking underwater. The worst part was that I was assigned two other divers in a trio which is as stupid as it is dangerous, especially in low visibility dive scenarios. Sometimes it's tricky to keep eyes on a single buddy let alone two! It turned out that one of these divers was extremely inexperienced with not even 10 dives to his name. With the less-than-ideal conditions, he blasted through all his air in about 20-25 minutes and we had to make a fairly quick, sloppy blind ascent to the surface before something really bad happened. The problem here is that the currents on the surface are very powerful and by even doing a safety stop at 15-20ft, you could be blown very far away from the boat in open ocean. Not good. The more experienced diver and myself had to decide to surface immediately without a safety stop so we could make the boat. I'll never be forced into diving in a trio ever again unless I know both divers are skilled and responsible. I have to own partial blame here by not doing my due diligence on this. Assessing another divers skill level is an important discipline. Many divers are A-type personalities and will often- lets say- embellish their skill and comfort levels. One other thing I found a bit disappointing was that the crew of the boat was seeding the wreck with Meg parts and other things for divers to find. This would be a blast for unknowing tourists but for a dyed-in-the-wool fossil hunter committed to finding their own stuff, it's kinda lame.

This expositional preamble is getting long and I haven't even made the point about meeting PFE yet. Foiled on the Meg diving, I reached out to fellow shark tooth enthusiast who gave me the name of Skye Basak and her company in the Lowlands near Summerville, SC called Palmetto Fossil Excursions (https://palmetto-fossil-excursions.com). The company offers a wide range of guided digs/sites including a 100 acre sandpit/dry dig that produces mountains of teeth (especially when you sift for them). I had decided to go with the weekend "tagalong" package where I'd digging alongside the most experienced members including Skye herself. That weekend she had found her 68th whale skull/skeleton (I observed the excavation and plaster jacketing) and plans got moved around but it was still a great time. Everyone I met on the team was knowledgeable and kind. I was blown away by the dedication and hard work that every member of PFE puts into their job. They dig for clients, they dig for fun and they dig to relax. No drinking, hockey games or squandered downtime. Dig Dig Dig. I've never seen a group of fossil hunters so deeply committed to the hunt and I was personally inspired and humbled by every one of them. They live this stuff. Skye, Josh, Tara, Matt, Luke, Ken & Dave, it was a pleasure. With an invite to come and play music for their next big event (September-fest Adult Day Camp), I headed home to start planning the next trip.

Even though September arrived too quickly and the summer disappeared like a good margarita, I was excited to take on a solo road trip back to the land of shark teeth and my Palmetto family. I had only been back at home for 2 days from my BC trilobite hunt (see previous blog) before it was time to pack the car and hit the road again. With my camping gear, PA, guitar, fossil gear and the last-second addition of my dive gear all stowed, I left SW Ontario at 7PM with the goal of making Circleville, Ohio by midnight. I don't recommend staying in Circleville in retrospect. A lot of very visible drug problems in the area although I did make it there in reasonable time. Leaving the hotel the following morning at 7am, the next 8-9 hours of the drive went smoothly, managing to avoid some of the messier traffic bungles by overshooting Cincinnati the night before. Counting the odometer after the trip, I drove 3,119km. Quite the distance to tackle alone but definitely worth the effort and time. I checked into my Summerville hotel around 4pm and shortly after headed over to Josh & Skye's house a short drive away.

When I arrived, Skye greeted me with a grin and a big hug. She was in her prep lab in the midst of preparing a few of the dolphin and whale skulls for a photogrammetry session. Another friend, John, has an app on his phone which translates photo batches into a 3D model ready to be printed out. He can do this in several sizes/colors and the tech is quite impressive. It gives me ideas for improving restoration methods in fossils but that's for another time. Skye handles the preparation of the skulls she finds and has an innate ability to see pieces in three dimensions. Since many of the skulls come out in tiny pieces, this is a valuable skill. Several large dolphin and whale skulls grace the prep lab and several more patiently await her eventual attention. I really like spending time in prep labs, it always feels like home. I should also mention that Skye and Josh have a jaw-dropping, world-class collection of SC fossils displayed in every room of their home. Much of it is extraordinarily rare including whales, dolphins, walrus, rhino, horses and many other mammals. Their Megalodon cases alone will make any shark-tooth aficionado weak in the knees. I must admit that I swooned more than once. An upcoming project for them will see this collection housed, curated and displayed in a non-profit museum of their design. I saw the plans and it's going to be killer.

Although I last saw them in April, It was like no time had passed at all with Skye and Josh. I fell into the relaxed, anything-can-happen-at-any-time mode of being that fits the region. You never know what you might be doing on any given day which is part of the fun. Controlled chaos is a wonderful juxtaposition on the somewhat rigid, occasionally suffocating Ontario aspect. My experiences in the US have always felt just a little more liberated to me with more of a focus on individual freedoms. Most of the questions I get related to my fossil travels from fellow Canadians typically and predictably start with "Are you allowed..." or "is it legal to...". It gets tiring. Back to the trip though: This was the day I met Dean. I heard about Dean before I met him, a commercial diver of megalodon teeth and by all accounts, a great guy. Josh had also mentioned to me that he'd be a good guy to talk diving with. I started to get that weird feeling that something cool was about to happen. When I met Dean, a Florida native, later that day, we talked commercial shark tooth sales for awhile and shared a few dive stories. I checked out his personal collection of teeth as he spoke about his previous gig as a commercial spear-fisherman. After a quick assessment of my diving skill level (around 370 dives), he paused with a twinkle in his eye and said "want to come diving with me sometime?" The answer was of course "Hell Yes!" and he said "Great, next time bring your gear and we'll go!". I'm very grateful for whatever powerful internal voice commanded me that I pack my dive gear mere minutes before leaving my house the previous day. Sheepishly I said "Well, I DO have my gear with me...".

"You brought your gear down all the way from Canada? Damn, want to go with me tomorrow?"

I can't really understate just how excited I was for the opportunity to finally go Meg tooth diving. This wasn't a tourist Meg-ledge diving excursion, this was a real-deal, blackwater river dive outing with a professional. Diving for teeth in the Carolina's (and presumably elsewhere) is cutthroat, competitive and sometimes volatile. Divers have to protect their sites and be wary of competitors. I was humbled that Dean trusted me to tag along, be a competent diver and even called in a few favours to get me extra lead weights and a dive light to use. Blackwater diving is not for the faint of heart. Nearly zero visibility, strong currents and marine life are just a few of the challenges presented. First day back in SC and I already made an incredible new friend in the orbit of PFE. Maybe it's something in the water down there.

Capt Dean (right) and Myself (left).

Before we get to the diving, that same night Skye and myself headed off to "Lightning Site". This is a new land dig site that PFE recently acquired and opened up on their excursion schedule.

The site is special because it produces gorgeous patterns on the tooth blades as well as consistently producing large Megalodon teeth. The patterning happens because the root systems of plants easily reach down through the soft soil to rest against the fossil material.

Over time, minerals are leeched from the fossils which cause, you guessed it, lightning patterns on the teeth. This dig is made much easier now with their on-site excavator, often 5-8 feet of overburden has to be removed to prep the hole for a dig. This was done by hand until recently! To say that Skye is a skilled digger would still be an understatement. She's a machine that can seemingly sniff out Megalodon teeth. I, despite my enthusiasm and effort, am not great at this yet. That said, I made some decent finds including an Oligocene crocodile tooth that I was very happy to find (photo below). There are two main formations, the higher one which is a band of gravel overlaid with a gummy, thick clay- produces the Meg teeth. Below that is a sandier, finer layer which is the Chandler-Bridge formation, an Oligocene (33.9 - 23 million years old) deposit that can produce some beautiful Angustiden teeth (Meg's great grandpa, pic below).

One of the many Angustidens teeth I found at Lightning site

Fossil Crocodile tooth - Chandler-Bridge fm, Oligocene, Lowcountry SC

Part of the fun hunting here is digging at night. With a good quality headlamp (go for a Coastal model and don't cheap out like I did), the enamel of the teeth reflect much more obviously as you scrape down to and through the layer than they do in daylight. Listening to the "crunch" of the gravel band is another important way to properly identify the right layers. Millions of years ago, when the oceans receded and pulled away from the lowlands, they deposited hard teeth and bones into river systems. Eventually the rivers receded as well leaving bands of riverbed underneath the accumulated soil. The gravel bands/layers are comprised of river worn rocks with teeth and bone mixed in. Generally, you want to chase (dig) pieces of large bone and carbonate nodules because there are often large teeth nearby. Digging for teeth in this way is totally different from my experiences digging for trilobites. It's much easier to miss things since you're covered in mud, clay and sand. Speed is tempered by thoroughness. It's all about the hunt though, 'Just Keep Digging' is the PFE motto and if you want to find great stuff, get ready to work! You are almost guaranteed to find great stuff if you are willing to push your limits. After 5-6 hours of digging, we headed back home just before midnight, pockets stuffed with teeth. The lightening site dig was one I was lucky enough to repeat another 5 or 6 times later in the week and after the September-fest event which was just around the corner. First, there was some diving to be done.

Prepped for launch!

Dean and I met up at 5:30am to hit some sites a couple hours away in one of South Carolina's many river systems. After consulting the tidal charts, Dean came up with the locations and dive plans and we hit the road. I'll be honest here, I had not slept much the night before, my mind conjuring every possible negative outcome to a type of diving, that admittedly, is a bit on the hazardous side. On the drive we got to spend time getting to know each other better and sharing dive horror stories (every diver has them). What better way to prepare for the pitch black river bottom? At the boat launch we met up with another diver acquaintance of Dean's, a friendly, soft spoken guy named Holt. It's a long story but Holt recently acquired his boat from comedian/actor Danny McBride who also happens to live in the area. I'm a fan so I felt compelled to mention it. With both boats loaded with air tanks and our gear, we headed to the first of four dive sites. In addition to the usual SCUBA gear required for diving, you also need extra lead- the extra weight helps you stay fixed to the bottom in the strong currents present here. Also required is a helmet for affixing a powerful dive light which can give you some limited visibility. A long screwdriver is optional for jamming into the river bottom to keep you from getting thrown off in the current. Finally, a mesh bag designed to be used one-handed is for stuffing any potential finds into.

Ready for dive #1

After suiting up its a 'roll-in' entry into the water whilst tightly holding the guideline on the starboard side of the boat. The currents here are so strong, you could lose the boat in seconds and be swept past. The idea here is to descend off the anchor line until you hit the bottom (23-36 feet deep), then crawl against the current on the river bottom, making a zig zag search pattern. When your air is done or it's time to change locations, make a controlled ascent to the surface and get swept in the current back to the boat (don't miss). I spent a minute or so getting calm on the guide-line before I made my first descent. This is something I always try to do while diving as it slows your heart rate and aligns your body and mind to the task. Almost immediately after your head goes underwater it's near blackness. The dark, tannin-rich water barely lets any light pierce more than a few inches below the surface. My first thought descending was 'thank gawd it's warm!'. My second thought was, my Mother is going to be very unhappy with me when I recount this tale on the next visit. My third thought was 'how big can a gator get in this river system?'. After a careful hand-over-hand descent and frequent equalizations, I hit the river bottom with a graceless 'thump'. The current moves fast down here which is also why these fossils are here. They get swept out of layer deposits and scattered on the riverbed in bands like strewn wreckage. The biggest challenge is seeing with your hands. You're constantly reaching out and grabbing anything that feels like a rock, turning it over and checking for that triangle shape. Gloves become shredded to ribbons in a single dive due to the sharp barnacles. I did 10 of these dives in total and there was never a moment that my mind wasn't conjuring a pissed-off alligator under my wandering hands. Despite these mental conjurings, my training kicked in and I felt comfortable on the bottom. With a 130cu tank (as opposed to a typical 80) filled to 4000psi, air is not really a big concern. At these depths, and with good breathing discipline, a tank can easily last 2 hours or more. A few minutes after descending, Dean popped out of the blackness beside me and attempted to talk to me underwater. This is an art form and one I was NOT understanding at the time. All became clear when he reached into his bag and pulled out a killer 5" serrated megalodon tooth, encrusted with barnacles but obviously the quality we were hoping for. Later, back on the boat he told me he had descended right on top of it! Bonus!

On this first dive, unbeknownst to me at the time, we had the best visibility out of all the dives that would occur on my trip. Approximately 8 inches of vis. This turned out to be a luxury I didn't appreciate enough at the time! Within about 20 minutes, after finding several large chunks of whale bone- I saw it just lying there- my first meg tooth found under SCUBA. That unmistakable shape materialized on the river bottom, display side down. I picked it up and just stared for a few minutes. Even under these conditions I could see the serrations were present underneath a thick layer of barnacles. It really didn't seem real to me at the time. Another bucket list item checked off with a resounding yell (albeit, an underwater one). I carefully put the tooth into my mesh bag and continued the search. A few smaller megs and one monster partial were part of that first dive. Dean's experience level and ability to cover a lot of ground yielded a full bag of awesome finds including more Meg teeth, whale ear bones, ribs, vertebrae and a good selection of smaller shark teeth (including a nearly 3" mako tooth).

The tooth - sure, there are better teeth to be sure but this one is special to me!

Back on the boat again we struck out for the next couple sites. I noticed that the muddy river banks were liberally covered with slide and drag marks. We definitely were not alone underwater as these marks belong to the many alligators that live along this river. This is more of a cerebral fear since the colder weather/off-mating season time of year makes the animals somewhat docile and disinterested in us divers. My PFE hat, which I have worn proudly on many trilobite digs, a couple TV appearances and seen in the first photo of the blog, was the only casualty of the dive day. Catching an updraft, flying off my head and into the inky depths to be lost forever. Or maybe it'll eventually float down and land on a meg tooth and fulfill its destiny. My replacement hat doesn't have the travel miles on it like the lost one but it will have to do. The next three dives were not as eventful for me find-wise but were educational. The last dive in particular was spooky- there's large clay mounds that sit at the bottom of the river (conjuring yet more ghostly alligators in the minds eye) and often signal a change in depth coming. I was wearing about 35-40 lbs of lead so a dramatic change of depth isn't something I wanted to experience. Nonetheless I tumbled down from about 24' to around 36' of depth and can say it was a somewhat alarming experience. Noticing that the anchor line was still running at a downward angle promising deeper depths, I decided to turn around and head back to the boat. My equipment is excellent for recreational uses but I didn't want to test the pressures that my BCD (buoyancy compensator) would have to deal with ascending from deeper depths with that much lead strapped on. This being a hazardous activity, playing it a bit safe is probably smart for my first outings.

Part of the haul - the two hero teeth of the day are wrapped up in clothes.

After the fourth and final dive of the day (on which Dean found a monster 5-3/4" tooth) we decided to pack up and head out. That evening would be the first major setup day for the upcoming adult day camp weekend taking place at the 100 acre pit. This event included 24 hr dig days, food trucks, contests, meg tooth wrestling, live bands (including one Canadian who can't believe his luck) and even a sale tent for teeth, paintings and all kinds of cool stuff. I was physically and mentally tapped out after my epic day of diving with Capt Dean but I would put in a reasonable amount of work in the coming days helping with setup and teardown.

Adult day camp- I've been trying to think of how to frame September-fest in words and I feel I'm going to come up a bit short. It's a bit like a music festival but of a kind rarely seen due to the fossils. Dedicated fossil diggers were simultaneously partying and digging for shark teeth, some days until nearly 7 in the morning. RV's and tents were setup all over a dedicated area and ticket holders could come and go as they pleased. New areas were opened up and widened as Josh & Skye worked the excavators continuously so that clients would have access to fresh layers of material. Many people were setup at the sieve stations looking for the colourful micro teeth found here. The music on Friday & Saturday night was a really nice touch and I was honoured to open up the festivities with a set on Friday night. I was relieved and grateful that my set was so well received. I'm not known by my Palmetto friends as a musician so it was awesome to walk in both worlds in a way I rarely get to. I've been playing professionally for over 20 years and my music basically never crosses paths with my fossil work. In any case, it went so well that I'm told I will be playing every one of these events in the future! Next one is in May - hint hint. Friday was a great day and night. Ken, a fantastic guy who I had done some digging with back in March, brought his trailer-attached, behemoth smoker which he had custom built from scratch. 550 gallons of custom built goodness and thoughtful engineering. Ken was nice enough to cook for the PFE crew and musicians. What a gem!

Day 2 of camp was excellent as well and had my best find of the week (above water). Josh & Skye had widened an area they call the 'Great White pit', named for the beautiful GW teeth that have been coming out of there. I had been digging most of the morning and early afternoon when both Skye and Tara directed me to a spot (independently of eachother) to dig. Both of these ladies have a sixth sense for teeth. Ken and I went to the spot, digging across from each other, and we both hit it lucky. My tooth flopped out the formation with such a lack of dramatic flair that I only saw it as an afterimage in my brain. Luckily I forced myself to stop digging and double check what had happened thinking 'there's no way that was what I think it was'. I think Dean, who was watching 'court-side', really saw it first as I lifted it up slowly and said 'shit' softly under my breath. Dean was hollering pretty good and finally I realized I hadn't conjured up a ghost alligator or anything else in my minds eye but a massive Great White tooth. It turned out to be the biggest one of the event and among the widest GW teeth the PFE crew has seen from the pit. Long side was 2.64" but the impressive bit is the fact that its 2.2" wide. A GW that wanted to be a Megalodon. Ken hit on an absolute dagger of a tooth shortly after (and with a little muttering about some jackass finding a bigger one).

Huge GW from the 100 acre pit, SC

Me & Josh Basak, Co-owner of PFE

That night, everyone got into position for the main act, 'Getaway Broncos', a solid rock band playing great tunes from the early 2000's. I remember standing back and observing the crowd at the event. In all my years of playing festivals in Canada and the USA, I've been to a lot of events and this one is something special. It was gratifying that I didn't see a single cell phone out- everyone was just socializing, enjoying the music and being present in the moment. It was cool to see and I wish I could play more shows to this kinda crowd back home. Spending time with the PFE crew and the people that make up this community of hunters/collectors was also special. So many great conversations were had and my face and eyes hurt from laughing so much. They remind me of the Irish in my family- cheeky, hilariously quick-witted, quick-to-anger and quick to forgive. Truly lovely people who are grounded by doing what they love and made stronger by coming together as a kind of self-built family unit. After the band packed up, a lot of people geared up to hit the pits again and collect teeth till the wee hours of the morning. That is some serious and inspiring dedication to the hunt.

What a night dig looks like at the 100 acre pit.

Day 3 was mostly spent getting things packed up, tore down and tucked away. Many hands make light work and we had things figured pretty early in the day. Clients had the option to dig until noon and several hardcore diggers did just that. Speaking of hardcore, after working so hard to organize, setup and put on an event of this scale, did the PFE crew take the night off? Hell no! We went back out to lightening site that very evening for another night dig with Ken, Tara & Matt and would go every night until I sadly had to make the long drive home. Josh and Skye were kind enough to let me stay with them at this point (they had actually offered to put me up the whole time I was down, I didn't want to wear out my welcome which, as it happens, was an unfounded worry). Hotels in Summerville are not exactly inexpensive so this was a wonderful gesture and kept me close to the fossil action and my friends. Matt, Josh's brother, gifted me a beautiful Angustidens tooth along with a very rare Tapir tooth. Tara, who manages the bookings for PFE, brought me some cool minerals and sand dollar fossils. Folks are very generous down here and I was relieved that I had brought enough fossils down with me to return the favours.

In the coming days I had arranged two other outings of diving (One with Dean and one with Luke), including a famous river locality which I won't mention by name out of respect for those who took me there. This river was much shallower at 8-9' with much, much stronger currents. A screwdriver was essential for staying stuck to the bottom. The water, despite being shallower was actually a fair bit colder too. It didn't take Luke and I long to start finding teeth. Some lovely Angustidens were collected and I even found a rare, Oligocene Benedini tooth. Some large vertebrae were also found, they look massive underwater due to the magnifying effect of water known as the index of refraction. Luke found a lot of teeth and a beautiful, old decorative spirit bottle. Skye and Josh took turns free-diving with an electric underwater scooter and managed to find a few things as well.

Entry point on a quiet road

A few of my river finds, the biggest tooth is Angustidens, the one above it a Benedini

My next dive day was out with Captain Dean. Due to dangerously strong currents in most of the usual spots, we went back to the same river as the previous Thursday, again with Holt. We did fewer dives as conditions were a bit tougher than the previous outing. This time, we saw a LOT of alligators all over the banks of the river. It should feel good that we're not diving alone right? Scaly dive buddies everywhere! It was another educational day of diving for me but without many personal finds barring a giant whale ear-bone. Dean however, found a few killers which I'm proud to say, are in my collection. I bought a respectable amount of Meg teeth from Dean which I will be offering for sale at shows in the not-too-distant future but those dive-day teeth are too special for me to part with. I can't wait to go diving again with Dean in May (or perhaps sooner if circumstance allows). At some point I'll have to sell fossils again to justify/finance the amazing things I get to do with Stormbed. Hopefully the economy improves enough for fossils to be on the menu for buyers again in 2024 though I won't be holding my breath for Canadians getting into the hobby. Oh, one more thing, also on this dive day, Holt found a stunning spear tip that was just about perfect, left from early humans in the area. Amazing amount of history in the state of South Carolina.

With a heavy heart, saying goodbye to my Palmetto family was tough. I've left out a fair amount of mushy sentiment to Improve how this blog will read (this might be the longest one by far) but I can't say enough good things about Skye, Josh, Matt, Tara, Luke and Dean and everyone at Palmetto Fossil Excursions. I count myself very lucky to have stumbled into their family and whenever it is that I see them again, it will have been too long. My little Mazda made it through 3,119km round trip, snapped coil springs, a hazardous waste wreck in WV, a few engine warning lights, the trip of a lifetime and brought me home to my wife and pups.

If you have managed to read through this entire blog, I thank you. I must admit that this one has taken the better part of a day to complete (I lost a good two hours of writing due to an internet issue). As I write this, rain is still misting down and the cold winds are a-blowing. I suppose I'm bummed that this Northern Ontario trip didn't have much collecting but I'm very glad to have taken the time to write down and re-live my experiences in South Carolina. I'd love to hear from you readers with feedback or notes on these blogs if you'd care to comment- I think the next one will be dealing exclusively with preparation (without giving away the farm).

Thank you for reading, until next time, Just Keep Digging!

Mike Meacher - Stormbed Paleontological October 15th, 2023

THE HAUL

My SCUBA meg, all cleaned up courtesy of Capt Dean