When I got to the heap of gravel, I smirked by how rich it was in flint. I knelt down, and began sorting through the small rocks, finding the biggest and sharpest pieces I could find, along with a few others. After going through it, and collecting roughly twenty soon to be arrowhead, I took out my Tanto. I sighed when I saw it's dulled blade, and began scraping at the edges of the flint pieces to sharpen them. Once I was done, I knew I'd have to go out and look for sticks that were useable for my arrows. It was a tad time consuming, but it wasn't like I had anything else to do at the moment.