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Florida man here, Everglades story for y'all. I'm not a real hardcore hiker, but I love exploring and camping. Begin greentext.
>About 2 years ago, decide to go hike through the Everglades. Never really been on foot through a swamp like that so I decided to just do it.
>Loaded down with big ass spine-crushing backpack. Stuff you'd expect like a sleeping bag, mosquito net, propane lamp, a tarp, GPS, gun, machete, water, and for food I got a bunch of MREs that my uncle gave me when he retired from the Air Force.
>Wearing a one-piece wading suit, boots included
>Plan is to hike out south, find dry ground, sleep, go back north to civilization in the morning.
>Begin hike.
>About 3 hours in, and pretty good so far.
>Trying to stick to the high ground and tread the water carefully. Don't wanna get fucked by water moccasins or any gators that may be trying to protect their young.
>Another hour in and along the way I find an old shirt on a log. It's dirty but not torn. Decide to pick it up and take it, don't wanna leave litter hanging around the Everglades. Might even be useful later somehow.
>3 hours later, the sun is setting
>Wading waist-deep through the swampiest swamp shit you can imagine, praying to God there aren't any crocs in this part of the swamp (the Everglades is home to both gators and crocodiles)
>Losing daylight, need to find some dry land where I can set up for the night.
>Finally find some land, just barely enough of a clearing in the trees for me to lay down my sleeping bag
>Light my propane lamp.
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>Too bad it's not a fire, cause my wading suit is bog fucking wet on the outside. I'm dry on the inside of it but still cold.
>Sit around for a while just resting. Try to fiddle with the radio so I have some company. No signal, but at least I have the chorus of bug noises surrounding me
>Hear something big in the swamp to the left of me. Not a splash like something falling, but a slosh like something moving.
Will continue.
