Chris holding an AR. Maybe... Whatever it was it looked incredible.
Sean with a scoped rifle with a range of 1000 yards and a bi pod. If only I could get a ghillie suit and find a good hiding spot...
Ben likes a more direct approach. An AK-47 is his kind of gun.
After the chainsaw shop we went to eat a catfish dinner at Catfish Village. It was kind of bland, but the company was good. It was our aunt and uncle, great aunt and uncle, and three of our cousins.
We left the restaurant in high hopes, only to find ourselves in the worst situation possible.
This hotel is out in the middle of nowhere. It's conveniently called "The Thicket" by the locals because the woods are so dense with vines and trees. You can end up walking around in circles for days on end. The perfect spot for a murder style hotel. People check in, but never check out. To make matters worse, we have the freakiest hostess... We couldn't get a clear picture of her. She manages to escape every effort to capture her image.
That chill going down your spine is perfectly natural. We all felt it. She came in several times after we were let into our room to "check in" on us. She told us all about how the front door was not able to lock. If we lock it then we are locked in, until she comes for us... She gave us the grand tour of the hotel, and tried to get us into the hot tub. We're not going in there... We want to live.
This is probably the last time you will ever hear of the Bolejacks or Ben Sant ever again. I hope we leave on our own will and power tomorrow. If it ever comes.
