Some years ago, I was out shooting in the boonies, pinyon-juniper "forest" and lost an arrow. It was near an ancient Sinagua village site, pottery shard all over the place and once in a while, a projectile point turns up. Anyway, a couple months after I lost my arrow, a co-worker says to me, "Hey, I found an ancient arrow! I have it in my truck, let me show it to you!" So he brings in the arrow I lost and I said, "That's not old, it only looks that way because it's sat out for a couple months and I make mine in that way. I made that arrow. See those three red lines? That's my personal mark. All my arrows have that. But you can have it if you really want it." He doesn't believe me, so I said, look, tomorrow I'll bring in the rest of the set and you'll see. So I brought them in and he saw I made that arrow. He was bummed because he thought he'd found a really old arrow. But I said, look, you can have that arrow. You can hang that on your wall and say you FOUND that arrow. You don't have to say how old it really is. Let them think what they want to. He was pretty happy about that and gave me a bag of fire-roasted green chiles in appreciation. So, in a roundabout way, I went shooting and bagged some roasted green chiles. That was a good hunt.