So, we went to hunt and kill a Sasquatch, but we never saw one. Or, really, anything. We had walkie talkies, and announced to each other that we were making a call, or hitting a tree with a stick. My own call was "Come on out, Big Guy." Said softly, only Rachel could hear it. Everyone was making calls on banging on trees. Any sasquatch in the area would have thought "This is not time for our convention. Humans are trying to trick me! Not me! I'm apex cryptid!"
Eventually, it was time to bed down.
I will write more tomorrow.
strongbhoy:
Use beef jerky.