“We got out a fairly complete post-cranial skeleton of an animal, big-dog sized,” Archer says, “but it had hooves.” Shortly thereafter, his friend made another find: “A baby skull, a juvenile.” Their initial guess – that these were prehistoric camels – was reported as fact in the media. The creatures were dubbed “Walmart Camels.”
“Unfortunately, that label stuck,” Archer says with a sigh, though his subsequent testing proved inconclusive. “Once something ends up in print, or, even worse, on the Internet, it’s tough to correct the facts, and they tend to have a life of their own.”
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