Dinosaur Bone Locations Red Dead Redemption 2

Okay, let's be honest. We've all been there.

Dinosaur Bones in Red Dead Redemption 2: An Honest Take

You're galloping across the plains. Suddenly, you remember Deborah MacGuiness and her bone obsession.

Yep, time to hunt for those prehistoric fossils. But here's my confession:

I'm not *entirely* sure it's worth it.

The Great Bone Hunt

The map? It's…vague. Think abstract art, not detailed directions.

You spend hours scouring the landscape. Hours! Is that tiny ridge a "rock formation" or the edge of a brontosaurus?

And the bones themselves? Sometimes they're just…lying there. Like a dog abandoned it.

Other times, they're cleverly disguised as, well, rocks. Congratulations, you just spent an hour staring at a normal rock.

The satisfaction when you *do* find one? Fleeting. Very fleeting.

The Rewards: Are They Dino-mite?

Deborah is thrilled, of course. But what do *we* get?

A few dollars? A trinket? Maybe a pat on the back from a digital woman?

Don't get me wrong, I love a good side quest. I just question this reward versus effort.

You could rob a train. You could hunt legendary animals. You could even gamble (and lose) all your money!

All more entertaining than squinting at rocks for hours.

The Unpopular Opinion

Here it is. I'm saying it. The dinosaur bones are… a bit tedious.

I know, I know. Blasphemy! It adds to the world-building. It encourages exploration.

Fine, but could the dinosaurs have scattered their bones a *little* closer to the roads?

And maybe made them glow a little? Just a gentle prehistoric shimmer?

Perhaps I just lack the paleontological spirit. Maybe I'm too easily distracted by shiny things (hello, gold bars!).

The Completionist's Curse

Of course, the completionists are driven. They must find every single bone.

I admire their dedication. I also pity them. Think of all the other things you could do!

But hey, maybe I'm missing something. Maybe the *real* treasure is the friends we made along the way… or something.

So, next time you see a "promising rock formation," ask yourself:

Is this really how I want to spend my afternoon in the Wild West?

Maybe the answer is yes. Maybe you are a true Deborah MacGuiness disciple.

If so, happy hunting! Just don't judge me if I'm busy robbing a stagecoach instead.

And if you find a T-Rex skull, please, just send me a picture. I’ll admire it from afar, next to my pile of ill-gotten gains.

Because sometimes, the outlaw life is just a little bit easier than paleontology in Red Dead Redemption 2.