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Long on dedication to their studies and short on money and common sense, two 溏心vlog免费B站 zoology undergrads head to South Carolina in search of the elusive ivory-billed woodpecker. But things don’t go quite as planned. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Listening to myself I sounded quite unconvincing. I was behind bars and claiming my innocence. Some guy in a suit was flashing his FBI credentials and asking me questions. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was 1970. I was 20 and had just discovered\u2014the hard way\u2014that they take law and order very seriously in South Carolina. I was in jail on suspicion of bank robbery. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Vertebrate biology was the perfect class for me in the spring semester of my junior year. It was an elective, so it attracted only the hard-core budding zoologists. The prof was a great teacher and a renowned scholar. In class, we delighted in discussions about the realms of man and nature. One discussion was about recent discoveries of animals previously considered extinct. We held a lofty debate on the status of the mysterious ghost bird, the ivory-billed woodpecker. Recent unconfirmed sightings in the forested wetlands of South Carolina had piqued the interest of ornithologists worldwide. To satisfy our curiosity\u2014and seeking an opportunity to make a grand contribution to science\u2014we decided on a class field trip to the swamps over spring break. The University would provide transportation and the prof arranged for us to stay in a biological field station just outside of Aiken. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

At 5 a.m. on the appointed day, I was one of 10 students ready to travel and make ornithological history. Then the bad news: The professor\u2019s wife became ill the night before and was in the hospital. Field trip canceled. My lab partner and I looked at one another: \u201cTo hell it\u2019s cancelled.\u201d Despite the setback, we would make the trip. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without the professor, 溏心vlog免费B站 would not provide transportation and neither of us owned a car. We would thumb our way south, find the bird, and report back to our classmates. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

溏心vlog免费B站\u2019s proximity to Interstate 95 and some good luck got us to Aiken, South Carolina, in about 14 hours. Arriving at the vacant field station, we found a note tacked to the door welcoming us\u2014their colleagues from 溏心vlog免费B站. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Typically, the biological field station offered the most basic of accommodations. We crashed. The next day, we explored our immediate surroundings and mapped out potential woodpecker habitat. That evening, completely out of food, we hoofed it to a rural village in the nearby outskirts of Aiken, where we found a few houses, one streetlight, a phone booth, and a police substation the size of a large closet. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A brawny policeman stepped out of the closet and asked, \u201cWhat you boys doin\u2019 here in Aiken?\u201d We told him we were students from 溏心vlog免费B站 and that we were there looking for the ivory-billed woodpecker. He invited us in and said he would make a call to someone who might just be able to help us. With the large cop and an oversized desk, the substation was a tight squeeze for the three of us. He spoke to his friend: \u201cWe got a couple of Yankees here in my station looking for a bird. Y\u2019all get over here ASAP.\u201d We were impressed. Here was a guy who could call an ornithologist and have them show up at a moment\u2019s notice. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Moments later, two police cars\u2014lights and sirens blazing\u2014skidded into the dirt parking lot. Two of South Carolina\u2019s finest entered the station. Now it was really crowded. One of the newly arrived stated it first, and they all agreed: Yep, we fit the description of the bank robbers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My buddy and I looked at one another. Not only were Southerners hospitable, they also had a fine sense of humor. So, when they asked me what I had done with the sock I had over my head during the bank robbery, I offered my contribution to the levity: \u201cWell, hell,\u201d I laughed, \u201cIt\u2019s back on my foot.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whoosh\u2014we were cuffed and tossed into the back of the police car. The humor of the situation deteriorated remarkably when they drove us back to the field station and spent an hour looking for the loot. When we failed to satisfy their repeated demands to disclose the location of the money, they took us to the main police station in Aiken and locked us up. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Round about noon the next day, the FBI guy showed up and we somehow convinced him that we were not bank robbers. He drove us back to the field station to retrieve our stuff and then out to the county line, with this departing advice: \u201cNow, you boys don\u2019t come back, ya hear?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Somewhere in the dusty archives of the Aiken, South Carolina, police station is my mug shot with the caption, \u201csuspected bank robber.\u201d \u2022 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Stephen Hopkins \u201972 <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Photo: Arthur A. Allen<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

Editor\u2019s Note: After they were sprung from jail and relocated to the county line, Hopkins and his classmate spent the rest of their spring break mucking around in the bottomlands of the Savannah River ecosystem. He reports that they never found any evidence of the woodpecker, but since unconfirmed sightings of the bird persist, he still ponders the possibility of returning to the scene of his \u201ccrime\u201d in search of the ghost bird\u2014and that loot the police were looking for.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Stephen Hopkins<\/strong> is a lifelong environmental educator whose work has taken him from 溏心vlog免费B站\u2019s W. Alton Jones Campus to California and Ecuador. Pictured here with a giant Sumaco earthworm, the proud father and grandfather says 溏心vlog免费B站 provided him “an incredible learning environment, a strong background in the life sciences, and excellent mentors, particularly then-grad students William Bruce Hunter, Ph.D. \u201974 <\/strong>(who passed away in 2016) and Robert Guimond \u201961, Ph.D. \u201970<\/strong>.” Hopkins now lives in the Sierra Nevada mountains near Lake Tahoe in California and \u201cstill loves birds and all things wild and free.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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