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I became interested in fossils when I found a "lost" trilobite locality when
I was a teenager. (the old site was "lost" because slides and vegetation had
obscurred the outcrop). The site was only 12 miles from my parent's house
in the boon-docks of NW Montana. I collected a poor, but nearly complete
specimen of _Glossopleura_, and a ton of pygidiums of other trilobites.
No AMNH. NO _Dinosaur Heresies_. No Egg Mountain. No Jurassic Park.
Just a kid who loved the outdoors. Only after I found my first fossil did
the addictive literature searches and museum visits take hold, and it has
been down hill from there. Today, I am incurable. I hear it's terminal.
p.s. To the young-'uns out there: When your mother tells you "don't walk
with your head down"....don't listen to her. You miss more fossils that way...