i went on a great road trip with my dad and g-father in 72,went to a indian mound site in upper iowa,yellowstone np,dodge city ect.one stop was at the little bighorn battlefield. after listening to the park rangers speech at last stand hill everybody just wandered around,i headed down hill twards the river and village site.got about 1/2 way down and ,
ZING,hair on the back of my head stood up,got an unbeliveable feeling of danger and dread and a few i dont know how to describe and i hot footed it back to my dad,when i caught up with him he was talking to the ranger. they both looked at me and the ranger said whats wrong young man and pointed at my arms,i had goose bumps big as zits,then he smiled and said,dont feel bad happins to me all the time.found out later we had a distant cousin that was killed at the battle