Well, that was fukked up.
Real fukked up.
Drove to the outskirts of the Bass River state forest where it's nothing but woods around.
Tried to clear an area and set up camp which I did. However, snow was melting and it soaked the ground. The result of that was I couldn't get a fire going.
I was prepared for that bringing extra warm gear and blankets.
Grabbed a bite to eat and decided to take a look around. I was way off any trails.
Didn't see any signs of a Bigfoot or Bigfoot activity at all.
Went back to camp.
Night came and the weather dropped and then I started hearing sounds.
To me it sounded like coyotes but I ain't sure if New Jersey is even supposed to have coyotes.
It was DARK AF.
Literally can't see your hand in front of your face. Good thing I brought the lights.
Rest of the night was uneventful but I couldn't shake this dark feeling I had. Like some kind of dark, gloomy atmosphere was surrounding me.
The result of that caused me to not get much sleep at all.
Morning broke, and I decided to take one last look around due to the sounds of the previous night I was hearing.
Here's where it gets fukked up.....
Following a path going around a bend, as I turn the bend I see a sight that was pure evil.
Evidence of a satanic ritual.
There, in a stone circle, was a cat, completely skinned, hanging from a rope toed to a tree.
At that point, I got a horrible feeling and just said to myself you know what dude let's just go the fukk home.
So went back to camp and packed my shit up and got the fukk out of there.
I'm going to go to catch up on sleep right now and I'll see yous later.
Philly out.