Hut Built With Primitive Tools

This is the beginning of a long-awaited adventure that I have dreamed of pursuing ever since my mother took me to the museum in Christchurch 53 years ago.
As a 5-year-old boy, I looked through the glass cabinets at all of the Maori artifacts in awe. The big Waka proudly stood in the middle of the room like it owned the place. The smells and colors were magic and told a story of another life that must have been surely a challenging one. Greenstone and argillite chisels each were all perfectly polished laying behind the glass just out of touch to a small boy’s eager hands and wide eyes. Maori fish hooks carved from bone and made from seals teeth with lures shaped from beautiful Paua shells all shining. Recreated Moa stood in an artificial forest with life-like Maori hunters hiding behind ferns and punga’s hunting them. One of my favorite cabinets was the one that housed old pistols and muskets. Incredible inscriptions on many of the weapons transferred them into not only weapons but fine works of art.
When I returned home from Christchurch back to the Able Tasman National Park where my father was the ranger I was a boy on a mission and I was in the absolute right place for it. Walking home from the lagoon I found my very first hand-made chisel in one of the two truck tracks blending into the iron sand. It was a hot summer’s day and as soon as I saw its sharp edge shining in the sun I knew exactly what it was. I grabbed and held it tight for fear it would jump out of my hands. I ran all the home to show my mother and father. Little did I know what an important piece this was.
Ten years later after I had left home I found myself back living in the Able Tasman Nation Park in the bush and again I was blessed with yet another incredible find. I was on the coast and had just caught my evening meal, a nice snapper. While digging a hole to bury the bones I uncovered a beautiful greenstone chisel. I held the piece in my hand and felt its power. An incredible discovery.
Years later both pieces were blessed by a Maori elder. He told me that I in fact did not find the pieces but they found me. My stepmother a fluent speaker and teacher of Maori carried both pieces in her work among her students in schools and on the marae for teaching purposes at one time. Many hands have handled these ancient tools and now I am taking them on an adventure with some extra pieces I have acquired along the way. I hope you enjoy part 1 of this story. If you enjoyed this video and would like to see more you can contribute a little to my work and watch extra content and all early releases first here on my Patreon plus exclusive videos
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