Shot Tower Historical State Park

Coordinates: 36°53′4″N 80°51′11″W / 36.88444°N 80.85306°W / 36.88444; -80.85306 Shot Tower Historical State Park is a state park located near the town of Austinville, Virginia. Its centerpiece is the Jackson Ferry Shot Tower, located along the New River, which was for many years used for the creation of ammunition. The tower is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

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