Tales of the sinister snipe abound..."I ran afoul of a snipe once." (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"Great goose poop, Eustacia! What happened?" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"I wound up laying an egg!" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"I don't know about anyone else, but I am genuinely shocked." (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"It's almost mid-April, my dears, which means it's time for the long anticipated, and seriously looked-forward-to, Annual Lincoln Park Snipe Hunt. (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"Say WHAT?" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"The Official Grandiose Lincoln Park Snipe Hunt! The starting point is right here on the sacred, sandy shores of Pond Lake." (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"A snipe hunt? If it's anything like a bear hunt in the Yukon, count me in. Sounds like fun!"/"Yeah, but what's a snipe anyway? I've never heard of it before." (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"A snipe is a ferocious bird about the size of a Buick! It has huge talons and a beak like Excalibur. It shows up every spring, usually in the wee smalls, and has to be ruthlessly dealt with." (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"That sounds pretty damn scary! Has anybody for sure ever caught a snipe?" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"Of course not! The whole snipe legend is nothing but a silly hoax. The bird does not exist! It's as much a myth as the Land of Endless T-bones or the Dog Park of the Surrendering Squirrels." (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"The snipe a hoax? One wonders what sort of dastardly fiend could so much as concoct such a ruse, let alone use it to torment a pack of thoroughly clueless canines." (Photo compliments of Leo Profitt)