There's a nice hidden lake a short walk away from my house in Parsonfield, Maine. I've been going fishing there for as long as I've lived here.

It's hidden away from any roads or houses. It has perfect privacy and I would always be the only one out on the lake fishing.

In fact, I would leave my kayak in the same spot by the lake whenever I wasn't using it.

It was easier than lugging the thing back and forth from my house to the lake anytime I wanted to use it.

I would leave it leaning up against this huge tree every time.

The kayak is heavy enough to not fall over from a windstorm or anything.

I also leave it covered to prevent critters from taking refuge inside.

It was a warm summer's evening.

I was out on the lake already for about an hour, and I'd caught a few trout already which I'd thrown into the cooler.

It was dusk at this point. The little bit of light left in the sky was disappearing behind the trees.

I was going to bring it in soon, and just then I heard sounds from the trees. I was going to bring it in soon and just then I heard sounds from the

edge of the lake. I turned and saw someone standing at the edge of the water tipping

a barrel of some kind over pouring its contents into the lake.

It looked to me like they were polluting the lake with something.

I took it upon myself to yell out, excuse me, what are you doing?

The person looked up at me, and he then ran into the woods with the contents of the barrels still pouring into the water

and looked more closely at the liquid being poured out into the lake and it looked like a dark red liquid

Though it was dark out so I can't say with a hundred percent certainty if it was red, but it was very dark.

I felt a sense of unease creep up throughout my body.

I decided I wanted to leave. I'm a big nature guy though,

and seeing people littering or polluting the environment makes me sick. I

genuinely couldn't resist shouting something out to that person, but I didn't feel comfortable here any longer.

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