I've told it before, but it's funny what the mind will do to you. Walking out one evening after a bowhunt, climber on my back and bow in my hand, I kept hearing something behind me about 25-30 feet rustling leaves. When I stopped, it would stop. When I would walk, I could hear it. Shined my flashlight and nothing. This went on 7-8 times before I finally started trotting back to the truck to get the heck out of there. It got louder the faster I moved. It was then that I realized my pull up rope had fallen out of my pack and unraveled. I was dragging it and the carabiner was bouncing in the leaves as I was moving.