Fisherman Spots Strange Shape in Mud — What He Discovers Is Beyond Belief

Gathering His Things

He reached the patch of grass where he had left his lunchbox and gear. It all felt so distant now. The peaceful morning had turned into something surreal. He knelt down slowly, shaking the sand from his hands, and glanced back again. The FBI men were still working, placing cones and dragging tarp. “What are you and what do they want with you?”