As part of a teaching collection, years ago I acquired a stone club head made to sit on top of a hardwood handle, and lashed to it tightly. It was found decades ago by another Hawaiian who decided it was time to part with it. My instincts told me that it was real and ancient, but due to distance, I couldn't see it in person. The day the package arrived, I came home late from work and excitedly opened the box to view the stone newa, or club. In the din of my hallway, as I kicked my shoes off, I took the stone out of the box. I immediately saw a reddish tinge to the rock on one side, and it seemed shiny, like blood. I quickly put it back in the box. I didn't want to handle it any further until I could re-examine it in the morning light. It really disturbed me that night. I ended up taking the box to my office the next morning, and later in the day, I took the rock out. It was dark gray closed-grained basalt. Very dense. To my surprise, there was no sign of the reddish co