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>go fishing in lamine river at midday
>wading in the water because it was hot as fuck
>hear what sounds exactly like a fucking elk bugling
>doesn't register in my brain for about 30 seconds when i hear the second bugle
>i'm in fucking central missouri
>there's no elk in missouri outside of private farms
>it tapers off into the distance and eventually disappears
>hear it again that night and it keeps edging closer to my hammock before becoming distant again
>petrified because it can't be an elk unless it's a stray that escaped a farm
>start finding weird animal carcasses all over with their skins a few feet away from the bones
>think poachers came and took the meat and left the skins so i take the skins for myself to tan at home since they aren't totally ruined
>tfw it hits me on the way home it was probably some osage indian spooky innawoods shaman shababaloo monster and i was a couple hundred yards from having my tight and very well groomed virgin boypussy prolapsed by a massive throbbing wendigo cock
another time there was this group of college age kids who i kept running into on trails in mark twain national forest, they seemed normal enough but like i didn't feel comfortable at all talking to them like i did with other hikers, they seemed slightly off and i still can't figure out what it was about them