Shamra vs. the Leprechaun Hunt

Sorry this post is so long overdue. I was recovering from the trauma!

We went leprechaun hunting. In Carlingford, Ireland this is, in fact, a National Leprechaun Reserve. Don't believe me? Here is the news article documenting the process of official EU designation and recognition of the reserve

"The Slieve Foy mountain on the Cooley Peninsula is set to become an official designated Area for the Protection of Little People by the European Union.

Representatives from the commission will travel to Ireland to formally announce it as a 'Designated Area of Protection for Flora, Fauna, Wild Animals and Little People' under the EU Habitats Directive.

On February 28, the area, which was previous Ireland's European Destination of Excellence will host a public ceremony where the official designation will be held.

Over 20 years ago, a leprechaun's suit and bones were found close to the Wishing Well on the Slieve Foy mountain by the late local businessman PJ O Hare. Since then, they have been on public display in his pub ever since.

The discovery sparked off the introduction of the Carlingford National Leprechaun Hunt where thousands descended on the mountain during the 80s to hunt for leprechauns. This led to the formation of a group who, while delighted to receive such a surge in visitors, still wanted to protect the little people and their habitat."

The area is now listed under 'priority' within the 'Natura 2000' established ecological network which defines habitats or species that are in danger of disappearing."

Yes...that species in danger of disappearing are leprechauns. At least they still have the suit, right? Anyway, there is a national leprechaun hunt every year, and we decided it would be fun to go and check it out. Note- Carlingford is an incredibly quaint little village. Population: 623 (I kid you not). There was also a 2500 euro cash prize in it for those who participated. So we arrive at Carlingford, all happy and excited for a day of leprechaun hunting, pub food, and hopefully some cash. I don't know about you, but when picture a leprechaun hunt, I imagine it like this: 

Happy. Frolicking through a sunny field with your friends. Finding money. Feeling silly because you are the only people over 5 years old. These were my expectations. So we registered for a license- yes, you have to have a liscence to go on the actual presereve. And then we are instructed to follow these bag pipers to the actual preserve where we "hunt" for little green boxes of cash. There were 200 of them, with various amounts of money inside. 

Here we are, so excited, with our licenses. 

And so it began. 

Leprechaun Hunt Fallacy #1: It was not just us and a bunch of children. Literally thousands of people poured into the town for this hunt. So we were herded like cattle, following the bag pipers...I read that 6,000 people came that day. The villiage couldn't accomodate all the people. But not to worry, we soon realized there was PLENTY of room...

And we followed those bag pipers up, and up and up...out of the village and up towards the mountains Carlingford was built at the foot of. This was actually turning into a semi-difficult hike- very steep, rocky road. The bagpipers finally quit playing, and we thought we arrived, but no, it was too steep for them to hike and play. Warning number one...And then the path turned into a trail, seriously going staight up the mountain. Children kept tripping and falling. Someone got half trampled. A few people were sitting on the side of the trail, sick from heat exahustion (yes, this was, ironically, the ONE day it was actually HOT in Ireland). And then we passed paramedics (like in a marathon) and booths with water (again, like a marathon). Up, up, up we kept going, until we hit this sign and people are dispersing all across the mountainside: 

Leprechaun Hunt Fallacy #2: A Leprechaun preserve is not a happy, sunny field. It is an entire mountainside, where extremely tiny boxes of money are hidden under layers of thorny bushes.

WE LOOKED EVERYWHERE. I mean it- under the giant thorny bushes, IN the giant thory bushes, under rocks, near the sheep, near the sheep poop...

At this point, I was feeling a little deranged. I wore sandals. And there were a LOT of thorns in my feet.

Leprechaun Hunt Fallacy #3: Little green boxes with cash are as non-existent and hard to find as actual leprechauns. And even though a random smug fat child finds one really close to where you were looking does not imply that it is easy (or possible) to find said boxes. 

Four and a half hours later: Empty handed,hungry, exhausted from scouring an entire mountain side, sun burnt, cut, scraped and bruised from thorns, we decided to quit.

Leprechaun Hunt Fallacy #4: 

You expect this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8l0cLsOs1r4

And get this:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MO1GPtNyPQU

We did, however, manage to catch a brief glimpse of a real leprechaun running on the mountainside:

The End. :)