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Yesterday went on a trip down a small stream my brother had scouted. One problem, the water was lower now , we got there it wasnt floatable. We tried anyways . Much of the trip was spent dragging the crafts through shallows. Heres the start.
We did discover a cave.
My sibling explored it briefly. Said it opened up in a large room thirty foot high with multiple passages. We will go back when better prepared.
Found a snapper in the creek.
The trip was a little spooky. We kept hearing a four wheeler, like he was trailing us. He would get close then play Johnny Cash music real loud. It was surreal hearing Folsom Prison Blues echoing through the forest while paddling a canoe. Downright creepy. When we get to the takeout spot , there were pig carcasses dangling from the bridge. I got the feeling the Hillbillies didnt want us there.

We did discover a cave.

My sibling explored it briefly. Said it opened up in a large room thirty foot high with multiple passages. We will go back when better prepared.

Found a snapper in the creek.

The trip was a little spooky. We kept hearing a four wheeler, like he was trailing us. He would get close then play Johnny Cash music real loud. It was surreal hearing Folsom Prison Blues echoing through the forest while paddling a canoe. Downright creepy. When we get to the takeout spot , there were pig carcasses dangling from the bridge. I got the feeling the Hillbillies didnt want us there.

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