Re: 1800's picnic area
I once knew a big, tall, strapping fellow named George... young and very well muscled.
In the course of working together I noticed large scars on the back of his neck and had to ask about them...
He had worked for the Forestry department, grooming trails... came around a corner of a trail in the outback and there was a good sized coyote right before him, wagging it's tail. NOT a good sign!
George had time to say, "Shoo!"
As the coyote leaped at him, George turned away and hunched over as it landed upon his head and shoulders and bit the heck out of him as he tried to wrestle it off him. After a minute he was able to fling it off himself with enough force that it ran away, not to be seen again.
Yep. It had rabies and he went through all the shots and such.
Laid him up for a while...
Said it was one thing he'd rather not go through again!
It's difficult to be prepared for all circumstances.