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Jamie Rustad Meagher's Memories


Arrowhead Hunting


Dad's love of history was lent to arrowhead hunting thisarea also. My

favorite father-daughter times were spent walking blackfields looking

for Indian artifacts. He researched as much as he couldabout the

Native history of the area, but most of it is just notes..hard to

put together. We found hundreds of arrowpoints, knives,pottery,

hammers and other large tools, army buttons, old coins,dog license

tags, etc. on both sides of the Red River from Pembina-St.Vincent to

south of Joliette, N.Dakota. It was always a history lesson..where

to to look..imagining the life style of the Indianliving

along the Red River.. moving with the buffalo, etc.


The end of my Sunday ritual was always a cup of hot teaand slice of cornbread

and marmalade bought in Emerson with my Grandpa Rustad. Probably the most

beloved memories of my childhood were our Sundays. Dadcontinued to

hunt as long as he was able even after my interest venturedto boys

and eventually family. He sometimes hunted with presentKittson County

Sherriff, Ray Hunt, good friend of the Rustad family. Rayis Vern and

Sally (Baldwin) Hunt's son.

Addendum by Michael Rustad


My Dad, Rustee Rustad, also went arrowhead hunting withmy debate

partner, Cynthia Baldwin. Cynthia recalls how magic theexperience of

arrowhead hunting was. We would park the car and walkfor miles. The

beautiful rich loam of red river valley had a wonderfulodor.


I was not an enthusiastic arrowhead hunter I frequentlyregret that

I did not enjoy arrowhead hunting like my friends Ray Huntand Cynthia

Baldwin, who enjoyed Dad's company. I would often inventexcuses about not

going arrowhead hunting. Once I went, after Dad playedto my guilt. This was

during my senior year of high school and Dad told me thatI would soon be

leaving home. I was disgusted about wasting my entireSunday afternoon

tromping in the field and gave the ground a kick as I walkedtoward our car, a

1961 Chevy station wagon. I injured my foot because Ihit a rock. The rock

turned out to be a perfect stone axe. This was an exampleof the

unanticipated consequences of going with Rustee's plan! Today, I wonder

whether he planted that stone axe.


I remember rushing over to Mrs. Otts' home in Hallock toshow her my

stone axe! Clifford and Virginia Ott were good friendsof mine and treasured


I think that arrowhead hunting was one of the most wonderfulexperiences of

my childhood. I have memories of always visiting GrandpaRustad and having

homemade cornbred with strawberry jam. We would alwayoften have a fresh

brewed pot of tea and show Grandpa our Indian artifacts. One day I even

found a stone Indian fishhook.


My brother Tony made me a a beautiful walnut display caseof arrow heads

which I have next to my desk and always close to my heart. All of the

arrowheads in the display were found close to our land. We had a number of

pottery fragments, stone fish hooks, and flint arrowheadson our land. I

believe our land was once a hunting ground for deer. Dadonce had a

University of Minnesota archeologist look at his collection. Many of his

arrow points were tens of thousands of years old. I nowcherish my

arrowpoints and remember with fondness those Sunday afternoonsarrowhead

hunting in our beloved Red River Valley.

Received from Michael Rustad, April 29, 1999


hunting in our beloved Red River Valley.

Received from Michael Rustad, April 29, 1999