I was going to reply:no,i've been stompin'around the Woods for over fifty years.I'm more scared to walk in the park,in my Hometown.
But Sixpoint's post reminded me of the time when,at well past four 0'clock,I was still a couple of miles back. I was not really hunting now,just making a compass East;looking for the trail.
Suddenly,a little Screech Owl piped up.Instntly,I'm thinking about Mountain Lions jumping on my back.It was a loong trek to the trail.
Once I got there,I could walk faster,and relax,a little.I relaxed enough to realize that it was only an Owl,and I had made a Fool of myself.
Like an Old New Yorker said;"we have nothing to fear but fear itself"
Frank