Choi's "El labio blanco peccary" MUGGLED LbNA #20992 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Mar 20, 2006 |
| Location: | Rye Reserve |
| City: | Parrish |
| County: | Manatee |
| State: | Florida |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Planted by: | oldhounder & Siamese  |
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| Found by: | Char and Roxie |
| Last found: | Feb 21, 2007 |
| Status: | FFFFOF |
| Last edited: | Mar 20, 2006 |
Regretfully we have to report that our peccary has disappeared and the benches in that part of Rye vandalized. The description remains here on behalf of those who had found the box.
Choi’s “La Ranita de Labio Blanco” and thelazyletterboxer's “Greetings from Leominster, MA.” continue to hide away in Rye Wilderness Preserve. Because major construction blocked access to Laze's box, we have moved it. Make sure you have the new clues.
Rye Wilderness Preserve is 7-8 mi from the intersection of I-75 and SR-64 (exit 220). At the end of the ramp go East on 64 2.4 miles. Turn left on Upper Manatee River Rd and go to the end of the road. Turn left onto Rye Rd, crossing the bridge over the river. Soon Rye Wilderness Trail Rd will appear on your right. Follow it until you arrive and park at the parking lot near the picnic pavilion. The other Rye boxes use different parking lots.
And now... a word from our peccary.
"You call me Tayassu pecari – the white-lipped peccary, because I’ve got this white area around my mouth. As an adult, the rest of me usually is pretty dark. I’m about 60 pounds at my biggest. You think I’m a pig, but I’m not. I can’t help how I look, but you think I’m a pig because of the similarities in body structure. But I ain’t no pig! I’ve got a longish snout, broad shoulders, and a gorgeously tapered body. Except for the snout, most of you human guys pay a lot of money and have to work hard for a similar build. Me and the other peccary guys and gals roam about in packs of 10 to 300, routing about for food, water and mud-wallows (LOVE that mud), and eat just about anything from worms to nuts, but very little meat. Nothing like a good egg, though, and no one has to cook it. Oh, by the way, we live between southern Mexico and Argentina on over to the Pacific coast."
"Peccary guys have bigger teeth (canines) than the gals, but the gals have got a bigger braincase. Bigger braincase suggests bigger brains and more intelligence. In any event, the gals are the pack’s decision-makers. We communicate with one another through teeth-clacking, snorts, bellows, and whines. When the pack is big, that can mean an awful lot of noise…sort of like a city traffic jam at rush hour. We groom one another by rubbing one another’s scent glands, located on our hind ends. Love those scent glands! Hmmm, hmmm, good!"
"Our worst enemy is Man who kills us for food, hides, bristles, vengeance, but mostly for entertainment. Why vengeance? Well, when we are hungry, which is most of the time, we can make quite a mess of gardens and such. But we gotta eat. The jaguars and mountain lions take their toll, too, but nothing like Man. You might ask yourself, 'Who makes a worst mess out of the planet? Peccaries or Man?' "
Choi’s “La Ranita de Labio Blanco” and thelazyletterboxer's “Greetings from Leominster, MA.” continue to hide away in Rye Wilderness Preserve. Because major construction blocked access to Laze's box, we have moved it. Make sure you have the new clues.
Rye Wilderness Preserve is 7-8 mi from the intersection of I-75 and SR-64 (exit 220). At the end of the ramp go East on 64 2.4 miles. Turn left on Upper Manatee River Rd and go to the end of the road. Turn left onto Rye Rd, crossing the bridge over the river. Soon Rye Wilderness Trail Rd will appear on your right. Follow it until you arrive and park at the parking lot near the picnic pavilion. The other Rye boxes use different parking lots.
And now... a word from our peccary.
"You call me Tayassu pecari – the white-lipped peccary, because I’ve got this white area around my mouth. As an adult, the rest of me usually is pretty dark. I’m about 60 pounds at my biggest. You think I’m a pig, but I’m not. I can’t help how I look, but you think I’m a pig because of the similarities in body structure. But I ain’t no pig! I’ve got a longish snout, broad shoulders, and a gorgeously tapered body. Except for the snout, most of you human guys pay a lot of money and have to work hard for a similar build. Me and the other peccary guys and gals roam about in packs of 10 to 300, routing about for food, water and mud-wallows (LOVE that mud), and eat just about anything from worms to nuts, but very little meat. Nothing like a good egg, though, and no one has to cook it. Oh, by the way, we live between southern Mexico and Argentina on over to the Pacific coast."
"Peccary guys have bigger teeth (canines) than the gals, but the gals have got a bigger braincase. Bigger braincase suggests bigger brains and more intelligence. In any event, the gals are the pack’s decision-makers. We communicate with one another through teeth-clacking, snorts, bellows, and whines. When the pack is big, that can mean an awful lot of noise…sort of like a city traffic jam at rush hour. We groom one another by rubbing one another’s scent glands, located on our hind ends. Love those scent glands! Hmmm, hmmm, good!"
"Our worst enemy is Man who kills us for food, hides, bristles, vengeance, but mostly for entertainment. Why vengeance? Well, when we are hungry, which is most of the time, we can make quite a mess of gardens and such. But we gotta eat. The jaguars and mountain lions take their toll, too, but nothing like Man. You might ask yourself, 'Who makes a worst mess out of the planet? Peccaries or Man?' "