In 1996 the feds had most of the Front closed for the Plovers. So we could get to the SEcond Rip but the Race was closed and all but about 100 yards of the Back was closed.
There was A Golden eagle in residence on the Front and he would sit on a Plove sign and one by one he picked off every little Plover that wandered out of the fenced area. Then the Foxes and Cyotes made short work of the remainder. Yeah, like we were running over the baby Plovers!!!
Friggin' tree hugging woosies. I had a "Piping Plover tastes like Chicken" sticker on my buggy on the cooler and a lady ranger actually gave me a lecture about saving the little birdies.
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