Sometimes you see things that just can’t be explained, and maybe they shouldn’t be.
A few years ago, when I was sixteen, I used to live in Louisiana, on the Red River to be exact. As an avid fisherman, I would make daily trips to my usual fishing spots to see if I could hook into a big catfish. One day in late summer, I decided to pay a visit to my favorite spot as a way to keep my mind off of the ton of homework I would have to start doing in just a few days. It was just a couple miles’ walk from my house out in the country.
My favorite place to go fishing was sketchy to say the least. Most of my normal targets were ponds, but this one was different. It was a swamp, just exactly like the ones they depict in the movies. Alligators, muskrats, and possums were not abnormal sights out there, and I liked how secluded the swamp was, like it had gone untouched by civilization for thousands of years.