I had assumed there was some sort of ceremony unfolding but my initial peek over the wall with a haphazard lunge revealed the truth. In that one second I came face to face with the grizzly nature of the festival. There were thousands of dead buffalo spread over the area of roughly a thousand square yards enclosed by the brick wall. Not quite processing what I had just seen I quickly made a successful second attempt and as I sat atop the wall I was presented with a scene I will not soon forget. Thousands upon thousands of decapitated buffaloes strewn all over the corral. Among them were the remaining survivors, either walking between the carcasses of their fallen comrades, huddled in the corner in a futile attempt to escape their fate, or lying amidst the carnage seemingly trying to blend in to avoid detection.