Great story!!! Funny how these things happen!
I have one (I'm sure everyone does!)
In 1985 I went on my 1st black bear hunt in NewBrunswick Canada. I was put in a ground blind about 3/4 mile down a tote road. The guide said, when it's too dark to see anything in your scope...get outta your stand on the left....go down to the road...turn left and keep walking till you hit the main logging road and wait for me to pick you up. OK..so far so good.
At 9ish the first night, it was almost pitch black, so I carefully got out of the blind and did as I was told. It was eerily quiet...I walked and walked and began to think I zigged instead of zagged and my mind started playing tricks on me......I got my 3 cell mag-lite in my left hand and my 270 in my right and picked up the pace. As I continued walking I saw the end of the tote road and the intersection of the logging road in the distance (being late spring, the tote road was covered by a canopy of trees in full leaf). My heart and pace quickened and as I approached the last 60-70 yards, all of the demons of the forrest attacked me...scratching and screeching and crashing through the dense undergrowth!!!!
I wheeled around with the 270 at the ready...maglite on full.....Rambo wouldda been so proud....my heart beat'n, sweat pour'n down my neck....and there it was....the biggest, gnarliest, startled porkipine I ever did see trying to climb a dead tree about 4 feet from where I was standing.....he was scratching and knocking off dead branches and cuss'n......
Well.....clearly it was an angry bigfoot...cause I would NEVER have reacted like that to a mere porkipine.....
Tough being a city boy..........