Now you may recall, if you have been following my blog, that some time ago he was also out on a hunt and brought me an old bottle. Turns out it was a glop-top whiskey bottle dating from the 1890's. Now while this bottle doesn't date back that far, it still has a fun history, and had been sitting exactly where someone tossed it on the lava for almost 60 years.
By the way, before anyone gets all angry, wild goats are a serious problem in Hawaii. They are there by the thousands and hunting them helps reduce the population, feeds people, and lowers their negative impact on the habitat, which helps the local ground nesting birds, like Nene's. (The Hawaiian native goose.) Plus, they taste really, really good!
Now my bottle is nowhere near worth that much, but it still will be cherished by me as a real momento of our years living on the Island and the adventure's of my husband, out on his hunts with friends.