My name is Jack. I find things. Usually, I find things like keys and other random shit for people, but recently I have branched off into more unusual items. Case in point, when I helped my new GF Kara look for her grandmother’s locket. I found it alright, but I also found the pissed off, child, ghost of her Great-Aunt Patricia too.

Speaking of Kara, what a little vixen. For those of you wondering how things with her are going, they’re great. We’ve been spending lots of time together, and now that her house is free of angry spirits, she has decided that it would make an awesome B&B, and I can’t agree more. Can you believe Great-Aunt Patricia is even on board with the idea?

Let me tell you, that kid, she has really turned over a new leaf. If only someone had given her a shiny, new pretty sooner. Am I right? She and Kara are like two peas in pod now. Kara says she’s like the little sister she never had, which is weird considering she’s her aunt and a ghost, but stranger things, right?

So, enough about all that, let’s get down to the nitty gritty. I mentioned at the end of my last post how I had figured out I could use my talent to find more than just everyday items. Followed by a statement about helping anyone find things, just to let me know and all that. Well to be perfectly frank, I kinda made that declaration in jest. I know, assy move. It’s not that I don’t want to help you guys, but after the locket debacle, I really just wanted to stick to finding mundane stuff. I said what I did, just trying to be nice since you put in the time and effort to read my post, but like Jeff Goldblum said, “Life finds a way.” Let’s just say it found a way to bite me in the ass for making false statements, and it used my sweetheart Kara to do it.

Apparently, she’s on reddit too, and she has a huge following. Well, long story short, Kara came across my post, and not only took my words to heart, but thought it was really sweet how I put myself out there like that to help people. Then, supportive gf and all, she went on to share my post with all of her reddit friends and followers, FB friends, and well you can see where this is going.

When Kara told me what she had done, and how proud of me she was, I didn’t have the heart to tell her I was only being nice, so I sucked it up, owned my mistake, and here we are; a second post. That’s right, I have more scary shit to tell, and guess what? It’s a camping story.

I will put this out here right now, I am not an outdoors kind of guy. I respect the outdoors, and people that are outdoorsy, but it isn’t for me. As you know, I recently found out that ghosts are real, and if they are real, there is no telling what the hell else is real, especially in the outdoors.

So, a few days ago, Kara caught me in the break-room at work. She was smiling really big and looked kind of excited, so it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She has a great smile by the way. She told me she had some good news. I asked her what it was, and when she told me, let’s just say my warm fuzziness disappeared pretty damn quickly.

She told me she has a friend on reddit named Dale, and he owns a public campground a couple of hours away. Before she could go any farther, I told her no way I don’t do camping or anything else in the out of doors.

“But Babe, I love camping,” she said all doe-eyed. “Besides, Dale needs you to help him find something.” I looked at her with my best “do I have to” face, but her expression told me this was an argument I wasn’t going to win. I let out a big sigh. “Okay, what does he need me to find?” Victorious, she smiled wryly. “He said he would fill us in when we got there this weekend.”

Word of advice for all of you guys out there, stay single, women can be trouble.

I stuck my tongue out her and went back to my desk.

In all honesty though, I wasn’t mad at Kara for pushing me to help Dale. She is one of the best people I know, and as I’ve said before, I would do anything for her. Besides, who could stay mad with that amazing smile of hers, I’m just saying.

Saturday morning, I pulled up in front of Kara’s house. As I got out of the car, I noticed Aunt Patricia looking down at me from one of the second-floor windows. We waved to one another, and I headed up the walk and went inside.

Kara was in the kitchen making coffee, and she was in full blown camping mode. She wore a pair of khaki shorts that were rolled up at the legs, and what I can say was the most disturbingly, appropriate t-shirt I could have imagined for a camping trip; a Camp Crystal Lake counselor shirt.

She greeted me with a kiss. “Morning handsome. You ready for your first camping trip?” she asked.

“Not particularly,” I told her. “Interesting wardrobe choice by the way.” She grinned maliciously. “I thought you would appreciate the humor of my shirt.” I rolled my eyes. “I swear, if your friend mentions anything about looking for missing campers in the deep, dark woods, I’m out.” “Poor guy,” Kara said with a pouty face. “I’ll protect you from the big, bad monsters in the woods.” She busted out laughing. I just stood there mentally updating the list of deal breakers for my next girlfriend.

Before long, we had the car loaded and were on our way to Dale’s campground. It was our first extended car ride, and it was a blast. We spent a while playing Guess That Tune. For anyone that has seen Twilight Zone: The Movie, just know, our game at least, didn’t end with a horrible death, just Kara winning nearly every round. Besides playing car games, we found we both have a passion for car karaoke, and just so you know, I’m the better singer.

Around noon, we arrived at our destination. I took one look at the sign and shook my head; it read Crazy Acres Camping. Kara, on the other hand, was amused and said she thought it was a cute name. The thing ladies think are cute, I swear.

We drove down a winding, tree-lined road and parked in front of a rustic looking building. The sign hanging above the door read Camp Office. Kara and I were just getting out of the car, when a man rode up on a four-wheeler.

He was in his early to mid-fifties, and he wore the quintessential camp uniform: boonie hat, khaki shorts, and olive drab polo with the camp name on the pocket. “If this wasn’t Dale,” I thought. “I would eat tree bark.” The man dismounted and held out his hand. “Afternoon folks. Thanks for coming. I’m Dale.”

Nailed it.

We both shook hands with him, and then he showed us into the office. The inside was just as rustic as the outside, and the walls were adorned with all sorts of woodsy items, the grandest of all being a massive moose head mounted above the desk.

Being a reddit friend, Kara and Dale only had a passing acquaintance, so we spent the first little while making general chitchat. Dale was obviously a nice guy, and he exuded a sort of crazy uncle vibe. Who doesn’t love a crazy uncle?

The property had been in Dale’s family for a long time, but it wasn’t until he took it over, that it became a public campground.

“I grew up loving the woods, and loving camping,” he told us. “It was only natural for me to share that love with as many people as I could.” Kara said she understood completely, but I didn’t get it at all. I guess I was just too fond of AC and indoor plumbing. There was a little small talk, then we got down to brass tacks.

Over the last couple of months, Dale had received numerous reports from campers who had things come up missing from campsites in a certain area of the grounds. It started out as food, which wasn’t too out of the ordinary due to the amount of wildlife in the surrounding woods. “Raccoons can be some damn crafty SOBs,” Dale told us. Then things escalated. Entire coolers filled with food, drinks, etc. started disappearing, and after that, everything from hammocks, sleeping bags, water containers, and even tents themselves joined the growing list of missing things.

“Beat any damned thing I ever saw,” Dale finished, leaning back in his chair. “But that’s still not the worst of it. There used to be rumors of a hermit living in the deep woods around here. Well about a week ago, I made the mistake of mentioning this to my assistant manager, Rick, and being the great woodsman, he sees himself as, the damned fool decided he would go looking for the ole bastard. Ricks an okay guy, but he’s young and full of himself, and he knows about as much about surviving in the woods, as I do about being a brain surgeon.” “Did he find anything?” Kara asked Dale. The man took off his hat and rubbed the top of his head. “Well let’s just say Rick’s been added to that list of things that have gone missing around here,” he said wringing his hat in his hands. “And if I don’t find him, who knows what will happen to this place.

Kara and I looked at each other. I was getting a sinking suspicion that I knew what it was I was here to find.

“What exactly is it you want me to find Dale?” I asked him hesitantly.

He laid his hat on the desk. “If you can, I would like for you to find my missing employee, and maybe while you’re at it, find where all the missing stuff is going.” I looked at the man then looked at Kara. Her eyes told me she understood exactly what I was thinking. This was far beyond anything I had ever done with my talent, and I had to be honest with Dale.

“Look Dale, I want to help you, but I don’t think you really understand what it is I do,” I told him. “I find lost wallets, misplaced jewelry, or other random items for people, and the only time I have ever looked for anything outside, was when my cousin lost his wedding ring in the back yard while he was ogling the neighbor’s wife while she was sunbathing, which is a whole story in and of itself by the way. The point is, I think this is a job for law enforcement, not an office worker with a talent that is probably more luck than anything.”

The poor man still just sat there looking at me with his hopeless expression. “That’s the thing Jack, the cops are just as baffled as I am, and some of them are better in the woods than me. I’m at the end of my rope here, and if you say your talent is just luck, well I can use a little bit of that right now.”

I didn’t really know what else to say. I felt for the guy. I really did, but I wasn’t sure if I could help him, and God only knows I wanted to. In the end, it came down to two things. One, there was a person lost in the woods, or worse dead. Not only did Dale need to know where Rick was and if he was ok, but the same went for Rick’s family. The second this was I didn’t want to disappoint Kara. She had thought enough of me and my talent, to shout it to the extremes of the internet, and I had step up for her.

“Alright Dale, I’ll give it a shot, but I can’t promise you anything,” I told him. He considered this for a moment. “Fair enough,” he said finally. “I can live with that.”

He pulled out a map of the grounds and showed us where everything had been happening. The vastness of the area only added to my despair, but I pushed the thought out of my mind. After we finished studying the map, Dale mentioned that it would probably be a good idea for us to setup camp in the affected area, so that maybe the thief would make an appearance, being that we would be the only campers in the vicinity.

With a game plan made, Kara and I headed back to the car, and drove to the site Dale had picked out for us. “I’m sorry I got you into this,” she told me. “If I had known what this was all about, I would never have let it get this far.” I smiled at her. “Don’t worry about it, Kara,” I said to her squeezing her hand. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry about. Besides, it’s not that I don’t mind helping Dale, I am just unsure of my ability to do it.” “I believe in you Jack,” she reassured me. “I know you’ll do your best.”

We arrived at the campsite a few minutes later, and I was surprised to see something at least was in my favor. Instead of a tent, Dale had set us up with a small cabin. We parked the car, and got out to inspect our accommodations for the night.

The structure wasn’t much bigger than a large tent, but it was hardened on three sides, with the fourth side being mostly screen. Inside were two cots and hanging from the ceiling, was a gas lantern. “This doesn’t look so bad,” I said looking around the cabin. Kara grinned, “I’ll remember that statement when you need to use the bathroom tonight and have to walk out into the woods.” I looked at her with disdain while she laughed like a mad woman.

We finished unpacking the car and setup a late picnic lunch. Once we were done eating, we began searching the woods in the immediate vicinity of camp.

I tried to be thorough, but there was just too much area, and everything looked the same. After a couple of hours, I was beginning to feel like all I was doing was wasting time. I sat down on a fallen long.

“This is no use,” I told Kara exasperated. She sat down next to me. “You can do this Babe,” she said putting her arm around me. “Trust me and believe in yourself. I believe in you.” She leaned in to kiss me, and as I leaned in to meet her, I saw it.

It was a faint trail beaten into the forest floor. “I think I have something,” I said excited. “Look.

I pointed to the trail. “Jack you did it,” she said kissing me. I have said before that I feel like my talent is more luck than anything, this was why. I would have never seen the trail if I hadn’t sat down on the log.

We inspected the trail for a few minutes. In one direction, it led back towards camp, and we were both fairly confident that this was the trail the thief had been using to get to the campground.

We followed the trail deeper into the woods. After another little while, we came to a massive cliff face.

“Looks like the end of the road,” Kara said looking up at the top of the cliff. It went off in both directions for as far as we could see, and rose above of us at least sixty feet straight up. There didn’t look to be many handholds, so climbing it was out of the question. “Let’s look around,” I said. “Maybe we’ll get lucky again.”

We started down one direction, finding nothing but sheer rock on one side, and forest on the other. After a while, we went back the other direction and it wasn’t much better. My lifted spirits from my discovery of the trail, were starting to crash and burn.

I picked up a stone. “Damnit,” I yelled as I hurled it at the rocky face of the cliff. It hit with a loud report. “Is someone out there?” a faint voice called.

Kara and I looked at each other with wide eyes. “Did you hear that?” we both asked in unison. “Hello out there,” came the voice again. “I need help.” The voice was coming from a little further up the way. “Hold tight,” I called back. “We’re coming.”

We followed the sound of the voice, and after a couple of minutes, we arrived at a large group of boulders, bunched at the foot of the cliff. “Hello, we’re here,” Kara called out. “Where are you?” “In the cave,” the voice replied. “You have to climb up and over the boulders. The entrance is behind them.”

“Maybe you should wait right here,” I told Kara. “That way, if someone really does live here, you can keep a lookout for them.” She shook her head. “What if you need me?” she asked. “I’ll call you, but until then, stay here and keep watch. I would hate to be blindsided by some creepy ass mountain man.” She sighed, disappointed. “Alright, but be careful.” I kissed her, then climbed up the boulders.

Once on top, I saw that there was a hollow space behind the rocks along with the entrance to the cave. It was almost like someone placed the boulders there to purposely hide the cave from passers-by. I climbed back down and approached the entrance. It was dark as shit in there, and I hadn’t even thought to bring a flashlight. The light on my crappy iPhone would just have to do. I turned it on and entered the darkness.

I walked for about a minute when I started to come across empty food wrappers, then as I entered a large chamber, I found the rest of the missing hoard of camping items. “Holy shit!” I exclaimed looking at it all. Dale sure wasn’t kidding when he said a lot of stuff had went missing. “Hey over there,” the voice said. “Get me out of here.”

I walked to where the voice was. There was another chamber, but the entrance was blocked off by a large rock. “Please tell me you’re Rick?” I said to the man behind the rock. “Yeah,” he said. “It’s me. You search and rescue?” I grinned. “Something like that. How in the hell did you get in there?” “Damned bitch grabbed me while I was in the woods, then trapped me in here. Look man, if I were you, I would make this quick. If she comes back and finds you here, there’s no telling what she’ll do.”

I used the phone’s light to survey the rock. While I did this, I wondered who the “she” was that had brought Rick here. “I might be able to tip this rock over, but I am going to need help,” I told him. “Hold on.”

I dialed Kara. Considering I was in a cave, the call surprisingly connected. I told her the situation, and she said she was on her way. In the meantime, I would try to get some more answers from Rick.

“So, you’re telling me some lady abducted you and trapped you in this cave? You sound like a pretty big guy based on Dale’s description of you. She must have been some woman.” Rick chuckled. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. How much longer till your friend gets here. I really would like to be gone before she comes back.” “She should be here soon,” I told him.

Shortly, I heard footsteps coming from the entrance of the cave. “I’d say you found the missing stuff.” Kara’s voice said from behind us. Look at all this shit. Is that Rick?” “Yes it’s me,” the voice on the other side of the rock said impatiently. “Now can we move this thing? I’m telling you guys, we do not want to be here when she comes back.” Kara looked at me with one eyebrow raised. “She? Who is she?” I shrugged. “That’s what I’ve been trying to find out.” “Guys please. Can we do this already?” “Right,” I said. “We need some rope or something to put around the top of the rock.” “I got you,” Kara said.

In a moment she returned with a length of tie down strap. I positioned it around the top of the rock and Kara and I pulled both ends tight. “Okay, we’ll pull, and you push Rick,” I called. “Hopefully this works. On the count of three, one, two, three.” We pulled hard. At first there didn’t seem to be any movement, but then it started to tip. “It’s going,” Rick shouted. “Hope you guys are out of the way.” We let go of the strap and moved out of the way of the falling rock.

Rick’s large frame crawled out of the opening and joined us. In the light from the phones, I could see his clothes were fairly ragged, and he looked like he’d had his ass kicked. “A woman did that to you?” Kara asked him. “Later,” Rick told her. “Let’s go ASAP.”

We turned to leave the cave, but were stopped dead in our tracks. Rick’s mystery “she” stood there blocking our way.

Rick had said I wouldn’t believe him about his captor, and as I stood there looking at the huge, hair covered, seven foot tall figure, I wasn’t sure to feel disbelief, or just be plain scared shitless. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Kara said from beside me. “It’s an effin sasquatch.” It was an effin sasquatch, and she looked pissed off. “Oh shit,” Rick said. The creature roared with rage. Yep, she was definitely pissed.

I didn’t have a clue what to do here. I had just barely found out ghosts were real, and at least there was a way to reason with a ghost, but there didn’t appear to be any reasoning with this thing. She just stood there roaring. “Rick, you’ve spent some time with her, what do we do?” Kara asked him. Rick scoffed. “Look at me. Does it look like we had afternoon tea and shit?” Rick was right. He looked more like he’d been worked over by madam big-foot.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, the thought of a big burly guy like Rick getting man handled by a female sasquatch, was kinda funny. She probably just wanted some loving, and he was the closest thing she could find to mister big-foot, but before I could ponder on the image any further, the lady of the hour picked up a cooler and hurled it at us. The three of us scrambled out of the way of it, and beer, lunch meat, pickles, etc. went everywhere.

“She’s acting like a crazy ex-girlfriend,” Kara yelled. “What’s her problem?” I looked in Kara’s direction. I have always heard women see things that men don’t sometimes, and what she had just said, made me return to my previous thought. I had thought it a funny joke that Rick had been the victim of a lonely, amorous lady-squatch, but what if that was exactly the case?

“Rick,” I yelled at him. “Was she violent with you from the beginning?” He didn’t answer at first. “You know,” he said. “She started off nice, hugging on me and rubbing me like I was a damned dog or something, but it was when I tried to leave, that she got mad and locked me up. I figured she was trying to keep me as a pet.” I shook my head. Dale was right about Rick. He didn’t know crap about the outdoors, but apparently he didn’t know crap about women either. “She wasn’t trying to make you her pet you nimrod,” I yelled at him. “She was trying to mate with you.”

It must have taken a moment for this to sink in for Rick, because it was a good bit before he responded. “You mean she wanted to screw me?” he asked shocked. “That’s exactly what he’s saying,” Kara told him. “And apparently she didn’t take rejection very well.” “That’s the understatement of the year,” he said.

I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation right now. A pissed off ape lady was about to rip us all to pieces, and we were discussing domestic issues, but something was coming to me. “I think I have a plan,” I said. “Rick, since she sees you as her boy toy, we’ll try and get her attention long enough for you to get by her. Then once you do it, get her attention and see if she will follow you out. After that, we’ll leave. Once everyone’s out of the cave, maybe we can all make a run for it.”

“I don’t know if I like that idea,” he said. “She’s pretty quick.” “Well hopefully your desire to not play sugar daddy for a sexually frustrated big-foot for the rest of your life, will cause you to be quicker,” I told him. “It’s all I got so take it or leave it.” Rick thought on it. “Fine,” he said finally. “Let’s do it.”

I found Kara’s hand, and squeezed it. “Ready?” I asked her. She laughed nervously. “Not really,” she said. “But what can you do?”

Together we approached the creature, yelling and screaming at her. I hoped the creature wouldn’t kill us, but luck was on our side. She turned her full attention on us and moved to meet our approach. As planned, this opened up things up for Rick to be able to get around her, but that’s where the plan went to shit.

Instead of getting around the creature and gaining her attention so that he could lead the sasquatch away from us, Rick just bolted. The big-foot took one passing glance at him, and returned her focus on us, me in particular. “What the hell?” I asked Kara. “Why isn’t she following him?” “I think we screwed up,” she replied. “She saw Rick run away like a coward, and because you showed aggression to her, she’s decided you’re the better mate.”

I just stared at her, jaw on the floor. “What can I say?” she said to me. “She has good taste.” I personally didn’t see any humor in the situation, but we had to get away, and I think I knew what to do. “Kara, you said she was acting like a crazy ex, well let’s play that up. I’ll give her what she wants, and then you play crazy new girlfriend and confront her.” She looked at me skeptically. “How is that supposed to work?” she asked. “She could use me as a toothpick. How am I going to intimidate her?” I smiled at her. “You’ve been possessed by an angry ghost, and let me tell you, if you had any cognizance during that, you know how to be intimidating.” Kara rolled her eyes. “I’m not too sure about this, but I’ll try.” I smiled at her. “You can do it, besides the worst case scenario is I live in a cave for the rest of my life and learn to braid sasquatch hair.” Kara was still not amused. “Well here goes,” I said.

I approached the creature. “Hey sweetheart, I’m Jack. Aren’t you a gorgeous lady?” The big-foot looked at me confused, then she looked back at Kara and uttered a warning grunt. I motioned for Kara to stay back. “Don’t worry about her darling, you’re the one I want.” I was now standing within arm’s reach of the sasquatch. She looked at me, still unsure. “Come on, it’s okay. I just want to give you a big ole hug.” I reached out and put my arms around her. She stiffened at first, but then she relaxed and put her arms around me. She started making a cooing sound as she stroked my back. I patted her back in return. “You’re so sweet,” I told her with my best lovey voice.

For all of you that have seen Harry and the Hendersons, this must sound funny as hell, but it was freaking terrifying. One wrong move, and this furry lady could squash me like a bad zit, but I kept up the act. I should have gotten an Oscar for my performance. I had her eating out of my hand. Now it was time for Kara to join the show. I gave her a thumbs up.

“Get your hands off of him you hairy BITCH,” she yelled from behind me. The lady-squatch raised her head in Kara’s direction, making a confused sound. “You heard me,” she yelled at us. “He’s mine.”

Something whizzed over my head, hit the creature between the eyes, and fell to the floor. It was an unopened beer. The creature touched its head, looked down at the can, then looked back at Kara. She roared as she threw me aside, then stormed off towards my girlfriend. I looked at Kara. I could see the terror in her eyes, but there was also determination. She threw another beer at the sasquatch. It hit her in the chest and fell to the floor, exploding from impact with the ground. The sudden bursting of the beer surprised the creature and she stumbled backwards, falling over the scattered camping gear. I used the opportunity to grab Kara and we started for the cave exit.

The big-foot roared with fury, got to its feet, and began to come after us. As hard as she could, Kara threw her last beer at the creature’s feet. Its explosion drove the sasquatch back once again as we made the exit. Without even skipping a beat, we scaled the boulders and jumped off the other side.

We continued running in the direction of the campground, but I took a moment to look back. I know, this goes against everything they teach you in horror movies, but I had to.

She stood on top of the rocks watching our escape, and I swear she had a look of sorrow on her face. I have to admit, I felt bad for her. She was just a lonely creature who wanted a companion. I felt the same way before I started dating Kara, although I would have never abducted someone, but hey I’m not a sasquatch either.

Needless to say, she didn’t follow, and when we eventually got back to the campground, Dale and Rick were waiting on us.

“Glad to see you guys got out,” Rick said to us grinning. “No thanks to you,” Kara told him. She looked at Dale. “Your assistant here took the first chance he got, to escape, rather than help us all get away. We could’ve been killed by her.” Dale turned to Rick. “What’s she talking about?” he asked him. Rick shook his head. “They’re just mad I made it out before they did.” I couldn’t believe this guy. “No, we’re mad because we saved your ass from being a lifetime concubine to a horny ape woman, then left us there to deal with her once you had your chance to bolt.”

Rick scoffed. “Whatever,” he said. “You weren’t the ones that spent days trapped in a cave by a damned monster. What did you expect me to do?”

“That’s enough,” Dale said before I or Kara could say anything in response. “Rick, get your shit together and leave my property. These good folks put their lives on the line to help me, not to mention save your ass, and you didn’t even have the decency to stick by them when they needed you. I want you gone now.” Rick threw his hands up. “Fine, I didn’t need this job anyway,” he said.

We watched as he walked to his truck and sped off, slinging gravel. After a minute, we went with Dale back to his office and told him the whole story. “I just can’t believe it,” he said. “My daddy always said they were real, but we all just thought he was about halfway crazy. Question is, what am I going to do about her?” I looked at Kara, who shrugged. She wouldn’t be any help with this, so I stepped out on a limb.

“I don’t think she wants to hurt anyone,” I said. “She’s just lonely. Maybe you should make friends with her.” They both looked at me like I was crazy, but I pushed on. “For whatever reason, she’s alone in this area, and being alone sucks for anyone, man or sasquatch. I think she started taking things out of hunger at first, then out of curiosity. As far as Rick goes, he’s a big hairy guy, she just mistook him for one of her own kind. So take her a gift once in a while and make friends with her. Eventually, maybe she can become a valuable asset to your campground.” Dale thought it over for a moment. “Well I guess it’s worth a shot,” he said. “Anything is better than having to close this place down.”

With things settled, Kara and I left the office to go back to our campsite. We spent the rest of the evening enjoying the great outdoors, and that night we did a fair amount of star gazing. Other than our brush with the lady-squatch, I could see what Kara loved so much about camping. There’s a lot of beauty out there.

On the ride home the next morning, we played more car games, sang, and laughed about our time with the hairy woman of Crazy Acres Camping. Kara said she was looking forward to the next camping trip, and that with my talent, there was no telling what we would find next time. I laughed and told her I planned to stick to finding the easy stuff from here on out, but as I have said in the past, I think my days of finding the easy things, are over.

My name is Jack, and I find things. Key’s, jewelry, the occasional ghost, even a sasquatch, I find it all, but this time I found out I kinda like camping. Yeah I know, who would have thought.X