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Cow Camp at Lake Kissimmee State Park | VISIT FLORIDA

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Cow Camp – Lake Kissimmee State Park

By Jon Wilson

Florida’s history of cattle drives and cow towns began 500 years ago with the conquistadors and Andalusian cattle.

Lake Wales – There is a moment when distant boat motors fall silent. Traffic thrumming has dissolved. Somewhere a cicada rattles, startling a wary visitor. A breath of a breeze meanders an oak stand and gray wisps of Spanish moss sway from twisting limbs. On a dirt path, footprints leave the unmistakable pattern of a 21st century running shoe. But… wait. Where did the tracks go? Did those who made them vanish like phantoms misting into the forest? Or perhaps the visitor has crossed some murky boundary in time…

Two quick cracks slap the visitor’s reverie. A pistol?

Then the path opens into a clearing. A man whirls a 10-foot whip around his head, casts the lash and pumps an arm. The whip blasts like a gunshot.

Sometimes called a “drag,” the whip is the signature tool of a Florida cowman, and its air-splitting pop is the sound of the Cracker – the folkloric figure who built the state’s cattle industry on the rough-and-tumble, 19th century Florida frontier. The drivers used whips not to hit the scrawny scrub cattle, but to control them on drives with the noise of the lash. Tough dogs called “leopard curs” sniffed out cattle lost in the scrub and chased them back to the herd.

To visit the 1876 cow camp at Lake Kissimmee State Park is to travel in time.

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My real name is Debra (Debbie Sue). Sarah is a nickname given to me in high school. My husband has always called me that so here in Florida It's all I am known by. I was born and raised in Illinois. My son and I moved to Colorado in 1982. I taught school for 17 years. Then I ran a homeschooling/preschool/daycare until 2006 when I moved to Florida after my son, Bobby died suddenly. He was almost 26. Danny and I live and work at a state park here. I miss the mountains and climate of Colorado. I miss snow and the four seasons. I miss Bobby.

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