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We arrive at the campsite to find warning signs posted. They advise us of a scary bohemouth type creature resembling a bigfoot.
We awoke to noises of flatulance. Scared, we opted to not chase trains for a while.
OUR FOOD IS GONE!!! We are starving. More noises this AM
The neighbor kids think DB is the String. They chase him relentlessley.
Some guy named Steve shows up, resembles what we think we saw eating brats last night, not sure.
Randolph and i are up along concrete wall when he hear some wrestling in the woods followed by a big fart. We look at each other and say "i hope that is not the stringsquash". Nervous, Randolph arms himself with his tripod to fend off the beast...
The 8oz Millers were good last night. I slept well except for a growling noise which kept going. It sounded like a dead warthog, unscared, I slept through most of it. No sign of the Stringsquash today.
Rescued "locals" from an overturned late model montero. The upholstery smelled like chili, not sure of their intent. Warning posters show up, alerting us to other stringsquash sitings. We bought out the Amoco's supply of ammo.
Tried to shoot star shots last night in this nice serene location, but the fucking trains kept bothering me... One after another. doe told me there would be no ambient light. I am never taking pictures again, ever.
Woke up to great sweetlight, shot 5 rolls, only to find out the film wasn't loaded properly. Heard a small explosion in the woods, followed by another growl. I think we are on to something.
Found empty "Cigarette Loads" tin in DB's tent. I think he is up to soemthing. Stepped in something nasty, It looked like Bigfoot shit. It ate my soles off my shoes.
Ate lots and lots of BBQ Chicken last night, could not sleep, animals I think. Not sure.