I have found enough bones to fill a museum. When I bring them to school, the kids hold them and their eyes go wide with excitement. Skulls and horns, antlers, hoofs and spines. We explore and touch and talk. It's like going to the dinosaur museum, except they get to touch them and see how they work. It's not uncommon that I find leg bones with enough joinery left to observe their motion. But I never find bones on the path. No one eats a meal right in the middle of the road. Sometimes, all it takes is crawling under a bush, or to the top of a nondescript hill. The big hill, the obvious one - that's not the place.