Jackalopes have been around for a long time, though. I’ve seen pictures on postcards, and even a stuffed jackalope head once.
Yeah, and one of the first times I visited the Arkansas Ozarks, I met this old feller with about three, chaw-stained teeth left in his head outside the grocery store in Mt. Ida, who started swearing up and down, in his drawl thick enough to spread on toast, that he owned and bred genuine ‘talking’ dogs.
He... almost... convinced me.