Today I went to some family land that I have access to. It's about 100 acres of forest with a large pond and some river frontage. Some shows I've been watching suggest that Bigfoot likes peanut butter, a lot. So I picked up some large jars of cheap peanut butter on the way. I went to a large rocky hill that is just before the river bottoms starts. About half way up the hill I stuck a jar of peanut butter, it was a plastic jar, into the fork of a small tree. It was between seven or eight feet off the ground, about as high as I could reach. I crammed it in there real hard so it wouldn't come out easily. Then I walked to the top of the hill and did three tree knocks using a large rock. I got one knock, in reply, from the direction of the river. I was there at least an hour. I did some whoops and some more tree knocks, but never heard anything else so I decided to leave. As I was walking down the hill, I noticed something, the jar of peanut butter was gone! The jar was visible from a distance, but it was not in sight from the top of the hill where I had been sitting. I figured that I must have taken a slightly different route down the hill than I had taken walking up and missed it. So, I walked back up and down the hill looking for the missing jar. I never found it. I know there are a lot of similar looking trees, it's a forest, but I know I would have found the tree with the jar eventually. Anyway, that is my spooky story for today.
Today I went to some family land that I have access to. It's about 100 acres of forest with a large pond and some river frontage. Some shows I've been watching suggest that Bigfoot likes peanut butter, a lot. So I picked up some large jars of cheap peanut butter on the way. I went to a large rocky hill that is just before the river bottoms starts. About half way up the hill I stuck a jar of peanut butter, it was a plastic jar, into the fork of a small tree. It was between seven or eight feet off the ground, about as high as I could reach. I crammed it in there real hard so it wouldn't come out easily. Then I walked to the top of the hill and did three tree knocks using a large rock. I got one knock, in reply, from the direction of the river. I was there at least an hour. I did some whoops and some more tree knocks, but never heard anything else so I decided to leave. As I was walking down the hill, I noticed something, the jar of peanut butter was gone! The jar was visible from a distance, but it was not in sight from the top of the hill where I had been sitting. I figured that I must have taken a slightly different route down the hill than I had taken walking up and missed it. So, I walked back up and down the hill looking for the missing jar. I never found it. I know there are a lot of similar looking trees, it's a forest, but I know I would have found the tree with the jar eventually. Anyway, that is my spooky story for today.
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