Yesterday was like any other day, i woke up, lazied about watched some infomercials and decided not to go to uni. i was doing an assignment ... got bored... played GTA vicecity.....got bored....then i came up with the novel idea of revisting my childhood hut that my brother and i made in the bush next to my house when we where a lot younger.
so i start treking through the jungles of Lynfield getting cut and grazed and wounded by hidden logs under the forest brush. i could remember the way to my wicked hut, i went the wrong way towards unknown dangers and adventures!..... i followed a small stream i found deciding that because my hut was once very close to a stream i might be able to find it. i was wrong i followed the stem and found ells and small fish which was resonably cool. about 20 mins into the jungels of Lynfield i came across a plie of Bones!! just thinking that they would be from a dead dog i didnt find them all that interesting untill i rolled the head over and it had HORNS!!! i got a little freaked out by the fact the freal goats or sheep where roaming the bush.....i became rather paranoid thinking that there were these blood thristy goats after me after i had invaded their scared lands.....but after thinking on it the is random sheep farm in lynfied that is right next to another side of the reserve and i probably was just one ram that ran away...(but how cool would it be to have feral sheep running down in lynfield.... we could go hunting!!!!) i was too much of a pussy to pick up the skull and take it home. i continued to trek through the wilderness..(oh i was comletely lost having no idea where i was.) i continued downstream to rediscover my childhood bush hut another 40 or so mins down stram i can to the sea on some random baron coast, i was glad to be out of the bush, my arms and legs were completly wasted and cut up not to mention my shoes muddy and water logged. i continued walking around the beach and lucky found a half beaten track back into the bush......i countinued back into the bush where the trak i found conneted to a path which lead me to about 3 blocks away from my house...
it was a reasonably fun adventure; it had mystery etc..... but i didnt find my hut so i will have to go back into the wilderness and brave the threat of wild freal goats wanting my blood and the evil cutty grass that left dozens of tiny stingy cuts all over my legs....
the skull looked a lot like this but its head was a lot smaller (about the size of a dogs head)
till the next adventure....