I hunted a battle site last week with a friend. I was overwhelmed with emotion just being on the ground. I had a small battle flag that belonged to a field battery commander in that battle. It was a flag from an reunion meeting of Confederate soldiers. Anyway I unfurled the flag and stuck it in the ground where I hit my first signal. I found a small piece of shrapnel. I carried the flag from that point on in my finds bag. I had 3 great,great uncles who took part in this paticular engagement. My friend and I were probably within 50 yards of each other the entire hunt. At one point I went into a wooded area and lost sight of him. At that point I felt very alone,very vigilant and aware of spirits all around me. I smelled blood,gun powder,sweat and muddy earth. I was down in a draw and came upon what appeared to be a fixed fighting position consisting of downed tree's, rotting fence rails that were stacked in a box shape. It was over grown with vines and moss covered. At this point I felt like running back to the top of the ridge. It was hot,I was tired and sweating profusely. I suddenly came upon a huge Oak that had to be at least 200 yrs. old. I took comfort in the shade of that tree and started talking to it. I said ole' boy you must have seen,heard and felt it all. How many did you shelter,how many scars do you have? I found it very conforting and rested there about 10 min. before resuming my search. I furled my flag at that point. Anyway a very emotional,exciting and respectful outing. My friend found several bullets,one being flat sided with grooves in it. We briefly mentioned that it probably hit bone. I didn't find any bullets but did find a grapeshot and what appears to be the top section off a flintlock musket. The part that screws down to hold the flint in place. There were civilians who took part in this battle that probably carried flints. I left that site talking to the spirits , saying man you guys must have had a really bad time. I'm going to post a picture of my finds when I get my camera charged up.