Michael Kincaid has been scouring the wilds, hoping to find a dairy farm so he can bring home a reliable source of calcium other than growing rhubarb.
Last session, he decided to hop in his rowboat and head down the river to the west as far as he could. things went pretty well on the way out. About midday, he hit a second bridge and decided not to drag his boat around it, but rather head back. There was a working pickup on the bridge, which was fascinating, but he doesn’t know how to drive, and there was no way to get it home through all the forest and swamp anyway, so he left that.
Things went south on the return trip, when a jawed terror burst out of the water next to him! Panicking, he pulled the shotgun off his back and fired SIX of his eight precious rounds into that monster before it finally died.
Afterward, he stopped his bleeding, but was horribly injured. His boat was badly damaged, too, and could no longer carry him. He hopped into the water and pushed it to shore and dragged it halfway back, only to spend the night in an empty cabin, cooking fish on a pointy stick in the fireplace and trying to repair his shredded clothing.
Be careful on the water, folks.