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  • Last summer, we took a break from the chaos of the kids and the swimming pool to walk in the hills above the camp. The prairie grass was high and I stayed clear of any wanderings into the brush since we had spotted a couple of 6 foot snakes the previous night, including a prairie rattler.

    The rains over the previous week had left the road muddy, but that was pretty well dried up by this afternoon. I was being careful of snakes and horses running loose and free, but I didn't know what to make of these tracks when I spotted them. All manner of huge creature ran through my imagination.

    Excitedly, I ran back to camp and dragged a local hunter up to help me identify the wild beast that produced the tracks.

    "Bobcat? Puma? What is it?" I asked.

    "Camp dogs," he said laughing a great big belly laugh at my expense. "City girl." I left him laughing as I trudged back up along the road, one of the camp dogs chasing at my heels, obviously delighting in his joke on me.
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