wow, i thought i was the only one....the freak zone is like that....i found the freak zone when i was on my first solo scouting trip...it's where i feel like i'm at home...truly home.
it's a looooong, old, and overgrown loggin' road which wasconstructed during the seminole war in 1837 (?), in christmas, florida, since day one i've had the feeling that i wasn't alone but it's never really scared me....huntnma agrees whole heartily that you can feel a presence out there.
two or three years ago i kept seeing this gray jacket figure but couldn't figure out what it was...i thought it was my eyes or just too tired...every time i'd see it i'd have a deer come out from the exact area where the figure was...it kinda freaked me out but i wasn't complaining cause i was seeing critters.
to this day i have NO explaination as to what i was seeing but in my mind i like to think it was a soilder/hunter who died there or close by and he was helping me with my hunts...haven't seen it since that season but it's something that i probably won't forget.

the secret to not scare yourself half to death is not to look behind you...keep moving forward...the more you look back the more you spook yourself.