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WHERE THE JACKALOPES ROAM.
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WELCOME TRAVELERS OF THE HALLOW WOODS (April 21, 2025)— The jovial jackalope is a peculiar wonder, or leastwise pest, of America's inland frontier having been embellished enshrined in the whiskey-soaked imaginations of rangers, farmers, cowboys and other overlanders. In the spitting image of its creator, the jackalope is a natural-born rover. Coy and elusive, yet fiercely territorial, this curious cuss meanders about the open landscape looking to pick a fight with whatever comes its way. A set of precision-point antlers, resting atop a bushy brow, is all there is to distinguish this curious critter that might otherwise be confused for a run-of-the-mil hare.

But reader be warned! This son-of-a-gun is the possessor of an extraordinary talent for mimicry. With resounding accuracy the quaint little cuss can imitate even the subtle complexities of human voice. Often has the cowboy strayed far outside of his domain stopping dumbfounded as his songs, with the fidelity of their melodies intact and carried on the nighttime air, come back to him somewhat strengthened and improved. 1

Truly, of all the strange tales I have in my wisdom (?) yet to comment upon none is more long overdue than that of the jackalope.
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