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2.9 million year old nicely crafted hominin stone tools found in Africa along with butchered hippo remains. Hippo tartare may have been made with them since the use of fire for cooking was not known. https://phys.org/news/2023-02-million-year-old-butchery-site-reopens-case.html

Hi These are some stones I Found in Middle Georgia in Bibb County. I'm new at fossils and I feel like all of these stones where tools of some sort. So any opinions are very welcome amd appreciated. The one that resembles a snake head appears to me. That it may have been made from the Upper Jaw of A petrified Frilled Shark. I could be very wrong I'm not sure but the details on the side that wasn't smoothed looks to me just like one. Thank You for all your opinions. I look forward to reading them

Not sure if it's relevant enough to paleontology. Isn't stone tools older than 10k years considered a form of hominoid ichnofossil? Anyway, they claimed the stone tools they found in a cave is as old as 30k years old, that mean humans were in Americas 15k years earlier than originally thought. If they or others find more evidences to support this claim, that would be awesome! On a different note, that led me to think why we have not found any fossils from different human species, such as Neanderthals or Homo erectus, in Americas and also if they never crossed to Americas, what prevented them? https://phys.org/news/2020-07-earliest-humans-americas-oldest-hotel.html?fbclid=IwAR0EzYeHRzrfdpV7q0twpiwJAXiBA-hkwQUUOQaEonltGz4r3MjAmcEWUWY

Hello Fellow Fossil Friends, My love for rock and fossil hunting began very early. My mother tells me that as a toddler in Honolulu, I was always picking up rocks. We moved to coastal Virginia when I was about three, and some of my earliest memories are of walks through the fields with my father, rock hunting. He was pretty knowledgeable about rocks, and I would pick one up, he would identify it for me, and we would move on to the next. Today at 55 I still pick up rocks. Except that now I bring them home. My daughter walks by the sheet spread out on the den floor covered with fossils and stone tools I am sorting from my most recent trip, rolling her eyes. I have recently had to move my bins of curated curios from where they were overflowing out of the unused foyer out to the barn so I have more room for them. I have enough for a small museum now, from a lifetime of collecting relics and studying our friends from the past. Lately i have discovered several dozen potato-sized rocks with glyphs carved on them, as well as a number of animal effigies - especially of turtles. Our local native American tribes are represented by the symbol of the turtle, and I found a few dozen small stones decorated as turtle heads on a single sandbar in a quiet river near their original, ancient grounds. One excellent specimen I found this week under a foot of sand in two feet of water will be my first photo post. The 2 3/4" quartz stone has a deeply etched eye, mouth, and neck scales on one side. I also found fish, otter, eagle and other representations there and in other local rivers, as well. I just realized that I may have been finding them all along - I just wasn't paying attention. I steal what time I can from my advertising design firm, and horse and carriage business, to slip my kayak into the local rivers to look for my treasures. I do consider myself an amateur archaeologist...every stone tool or cache I find gives me pause. I hold the small nutting stones and pestles and think about the women at the river's edge, hundreds, thousands of years ago, preparing their food, weaving nets, talking among themselves while watching their children play. I look at the images on a small stone and think about the young man who wanted me to remember him stalking wild swans, his head camouflaged with a rack of deer antlers; he is whirling a sling from which stones pelt the birds as they attempt to fly away. He left me other images: pairs of deer, a dancer with bustle and regalia in celebration; and more, along with his engraving tools, eroding out of a bank at the waterline near the stone knives, hammers and nutting stones of the family and friends sharing his site. Like us, he and others who left their marks didn't want to be forgotten. What a gift to be able to read, in the rocks, their stories...