The only time I was scared was walking out of a new property one morning. I'm coming down a halfgrown logging road, when about a hundred and fifty yards ahead I see these things running towards me. I raise the binoculars, and I see it's about 5 or 6 pit bulls barreling down on me. I have a bow, a stand on my back, bulky rubber boots, I'm thinking I'm screwed. I back against a tree and start to knock a arrow, figuring I'm gonna shoot at least one of them. Well, they keep coming and I see they're coming for me, they must have saw me walking down the road. There's some old shacks down the lane, I figured some inbred's dogs got loose and I'm gonna get eaten. They get about 30yds away, I draw my bow, and something doesn't seem right, they peel off and start running in circles as fast as they can around me. They're puppies, LOL. I couldn't tell through the binoculars, then I was too scared. Little fellas met me every time coming out of the woodds all season, and would run around me in circles the whole way down the road.

"In heaven, even the fish have antlers"