We pulled our canoes onto the beach of a little island in the middle of the St. Johns River in central Florida.
Dale, Calvin, Steve and I were four young men on a weekend adventure, all members of the same church. We spent the rest of the day setting up our camp, looking for dry wood and generally scouting around the place until evening … when we stumbled upon something scary.
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