S Anderson writes,
Me and my buddies went camping one summer for a
couple days with Sean and Greg. We are at the base of Mount Mad. Just to
the left of it, bar trail will go up a couple of zigzags and then there's a
slight trail that goes down, off of our trail and you'll see a little watering
like pond breaking up the boulders and trickling down into it. We camped
there that night and let the campfire die down.
The creature stirring our campfire, turned and then the next thing I know
we're all sitting up at the back of the tent, but it's now morning and it has
been a couple hours, so something sure startled the crap out of us to where we
all passed out. The next morning my buddy Sean didn't want to leave the
tent. We got up and left the tent. He moved to Harlem New York where his mother
lived because he didn't want to be in the mountains any longer.
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