Preparations

I confronted the Yeti a mere 3 hours ago. He challenged me to a dual, which will begin tomorrow noon. I am to bring a weapon of my choosing and he will do the same. The last one standing wins. I hold in my hand a wooden sword that has been handed down for more than 50 generations to me from my ancestor who became free after being a Roman gladiator. I have this in my blood. Wish me luck.

Heyo—

I found the yeti. In case that did not register, I will say it one more time.

I found the yeti. That's right. I found it. Now, it is a matter of laying the appropriate trap. I originally suspected that the yeti feasted on caribou, which would make a trap simple. However, I did fall into a lake and I did see (while in the lake) that the yeti passed by many a caribou without so much as raising a mighty paw. After further investigation using my trusty telescope, I have discovered that the beast eats mice and rats. More on this later. I have a yeti to catch.

Not dead

I just escaped from being captured by a bunch of people that eat people and were going to eat me. It was not my favourite situation to be in! They kept trying to cook me over an open fire, but then someone would say something and they'd go cook someone else instead. I decided I should help them using my cooking know-how. Needless to say, I was something like their head chef within a couple days, and was able to escape soon after. Classic!

Day One of my Great Adventure

I have set out with my bag (containing 1 water bottle, 1 box of matches, 1 mousetrap, 3 energy bars, 1 compass, 4 forks, 2 sticks, 1 swiss army knife, and my journal which includes a pen to write with). Along the path I have encountered bugs, bats, birds, and poison ivy. All in all, not too bad. As I write this I have a crackling fire going, over which one can see a seagull that I managed to get. I have eaten two power bars today and am about to eat a seagull. Soon I hope to find the Yeti. Wish me luck.

My Name is Gus Chiggins

It is spelled C H I double-G I N S. Chiggins.