I've had one of them dang ole Screech Owls right above me in a tree before too. You just KNOW the Booggie Man has got you when they let out a yell right above you in pitch darkness.

Seven flying squirrels jumping out of a ladder stand seat just as you get to the top of your stand and unfold it. I almost doo dooed myself.

I also use to have stand down in a bottom that I would spook turkeys off the roost everytime I went to it , but it made me jump everytime.

Doekiller, you going to tell about the hog getting after you at GSO?

Yeah a screech owl will wake you up in a hurry if there's one right above you

Dang ole boars fighting and bobcats screaming will make the hair on the back of your neck stand up! I've been in a few clubs where a guy or two tends to make it out before everyone else EVERY evening hunt.

Only thing I can't stand is running into those huge spider webs in the trail with spiders in the middle that look like tarantulas. You jump around like a girl and and punch yourself about the head making sure you kill them.

You pause and about two steps on down the trail you feel something crawling in your hair or neck.

No bears or lions in my woods, so my scariest moments all involve an International H tractor with no brakes. And the steering was so bad that all you could do was point it instead of drive it. I forgot to put it into 1st gear when starting down a steep road thru the woods one time, and there was nothing to do but try to keep it between the trees. The turn at the bottom was really fun, but I kept it from turning over. My dad wasn't so lucky once, and I watched him lay it on its side. He managed to jump off, and we got a neighbor with a front end loader to set it back up and he went back to work.

When my dad passed away, one of the first things I did was to sell that tractor.

Worked as a game warden while stationed at Ft.McCellan, our boss made us go into the impact area around 3am to catch some guys that were poaching in there, there were several instances where my foot was on something metal that was under the leaves, just new I was stepping on an unexploded ordinance, needless to say we never did that again, even she was to afraid to go back.

Trox28.....you need some help letting one of those stories out of the bag?

Robert you need to go play in the road.

My scariest moment in the woods. True story.

I was alone with only my bow and it was dark-30. Walking out from a hunt in western Georgia.

All I saw was a dark figure, on 2 legs, moving very swiftly towards me. Once the figure stopped about 10-15 yds in front of me and all the screaming and dancing subsided, I could make out a dang EMU !!

When you think you are seriously going to die or are encountering something that shocking it is amazing what your brain will do and think in a very short time!

Obviously was someone's lost pet and it was just as scared as me. Followed me all the way to the truck. Never saw it again.

Something followed me out of the woods at Little River Management Area one time when I was bowhunting. No idea what it was but I could hear it breathing. That was in the early 90s and it's the only time I've ever been worried/scared while in the woods.

I'm sure I'll get heckled for this one....considering what it was but here it goes. The very first time I went deer hunting, a friend pointed out a spot on a ridge for me to go. He said find a big tree to sit next to and wait, the deer will come. So I waited a couple of hour then a heard something moving. Could ever see anything but heard it. I waited till dark hoping would get a glimpse of whatever it was. Never did and right as I was bout to get up I heard the strangest sound I'd ever heard. It made me think of those evil flying monkeys on the wizard of oz. This evil beast made a few more of hellish sounds. I stayed still for about an hour till I heard my friend calling me and then I ran. He laughed his you know what off when I described this awful sound to him. You might have guessed by now it was a deer blowing. For somebody that didn't know a deer could make that sound, it's pretty creepy. Heard it a couple of times since and it still kinda freaks me out. Guess that's why I love shooting them.

Ive been hunting for a little over 15 years. Up until about 3 years ago I always got the willies walking in and out at dark. Everyone I hunt with knew this and used it to their advantage. So, one eveing I was hunting with a cousin and he pointed me up a holler and he said I'm gonna go down 2 hollers and go up, at dark come down to where I'm at and whistle and I'll find you. Well theres no moon and its pitch black and I walk and walk and whistle and whistle. It felt like I walked a mile and I started getting scared. I found it helps to take your mind off of it when you hum a song. So, I started humming "keep on the sunny side". I keep walking and the humming turns into a full blown concert of keep on the sunny side. I got to a rock the size of a truck and my cousin was waiting behind it and when I walked past he screamed and grabbed me. Lets just say I ALWAYS buy colored under wear now.

Thats a good way to get shot man! I am not scaring someone I know is carrying a loaded weapon!

There's a big ol' man-chasing booger bear that comes out at 0'Dark 30 in some haunted woods down around Polk.

Better not linger leaving the stand. It'll get you.

Ive been in a standoff with a coon that wanted down the tree, i debated a few.minutes and got on down..didnt wanna get attacked!

Gosh I hate to tell this story, but, here goes. I have and always will for some reason believed in Bigfoot. I have never seen or heard one but dog-gone-it I know they have to be real. Well I made the mistake of letting a preacher friend of mine know this and he got me. We usually hunted together and one afternoon I followed an old logging road on a ridge for about 200 yards to a food plot where we had a shooting house tucked into the edge of the field.I didnt see anything that afternoon and it started to get dark so I got on the radio and called my buddy and no answer, tried again no answer, tried my cell phone no answer. Well its certain in my mind that he done got himself squatched. Then I begin to hear the leaves rustling behind the shooting house and my out of control crazy side begins to convince me that the same wooly-booger that got him is about to get me and I am a big tub of sissified goo. I somehow summon the nerve to get up out of the the corner of the shooting house that I had disappeared into and peek out the window. As soon as I get to the edge of the window my buddy jumps up slams his rattle bag against the wall and hits his grunt call with the force of an f5 tornado, needless to say I rode all the way with wet tightie whities and he never lets me forget it. AND YES I STILL BELIEVE BIGFOOT IS REAL

I've had the hair stand up on my neck a few times coming out of the woods, but I've only been scared twice when hunting.

1. 1986 and I'm 17 years old. Stalk hunting around the Big Black River Swamp in Carroll County, Mississippi on our Still Hunters Club land. This was my second trip to this parcel of property that season. The first trip I jumped a nice buck and missed a running shot. I'm slowly stalking a transition between an old cutover and some swampy woods, about a mile from the road. I see a the rise of ground I'm looking for with some cedars growing...perfect buck lair as this is where I jumped the buck a few weeks before. I scan and ease forward slowly, enter the cedar thicket and nothing. Well, nothing until I look over and see a mound of fresh dirt with a shovel sticking in the mound...freshly dug 3x5 foot rectangular hole. I immediately freak out inside myself and I run...run as fast as I can one mile to the truck. I just knew that was a grave being dug and was waiting to be bludgeoned to death and dumped for finding the evil person's dig. reported to Sheriff office and they had me come with them the next day to show them the spot. Never heard what became of the investigation.

2. I was hunting Mulberry Fork WMA during bow season a few years ago. I was high up a mature pine tree looking over a creek and a well worn deer trail. I see a large owl swoop through the woods and light in a tree facing me about 30 yards. I sit still, but then I had an itch on my foot, so I rubbed it against the foot rest of my stand. I look up and the owl is flying directly toward me. He veers off at the last second and lights on a limb on the next tree about 6 feet away at eye level. He just stared at me. His talons started looking like they were 10 inches long honed to a razors edge and his eyes turned red and his beak (all cruel hooked 12 inches) appeared as if it were dripping with blood. He stared me down and sent telepathic messages that he was going to rip out my eyeballs for a snack. This literally went on for 10 minutes. Finally, I took an arrow off of my quiver to arm myself, waiting for the attack. I was going to kill an owl without remorse if I had too. I stood up and tried to "shoooo bird!" him away, waving my arms and raising my voice. I yelled and satan's proxy did not even flinch. He turned his head in a 360 degree circle what seemed to be 10 times and then silently dropped off the limb and wen this own way. I really thought he was going to attack me and dig his steel talons into my eye sockets. I regained composure and climbed down and went home an hour before dark.

Back when I was in high school there was a guy who invited us to come coon hunt on some of his land, so we took him up on it. The man stayed with us until the dogs treed as we started to head to the dogs Which were very deep in the woods the man said he was going home. Where we were hunting the was a large creek that ran through the place called Hells Creek. And of coarse there are ghost stories about the place, something about a man put in a drum a live and thrown into the creek and all kinds of stuff. This place is in the middle of no where and spooky as heck. Well as we went into the woods I noticed I didn't have my compass, but I did have some reflective tacs. The tacs worked great untill I ran out half way in. Anyways we made it found the coon and shot it out. When we shot some one hollered from a long ways off. So we hollered back thinking it was the guy that had left earlier. This time there were two people or things the answered back from 2 diffrent directions on was "hey" the other was heiooooo"very freaky". Alittle confused because there is nothing out here, we hollered again, both hollered again. By this time 2 of our 3 lights had went dead and this place was thick as crap with prvit bushes. We decided to go toward the more human voice. Almost everytime we hollerd both would answer. We wound up coming out and it wasn't the guy that had left it was another hunter that we knew who was passing through. We asked him if heard the other holler and he had and was weired out to. Freaky night and I have never went back there either.