Ha that reminds me of something that happened to me one time. I had gotten permission to hunt a small track of woods, maybe 10-20 acres that was inbetween neighborhoods that hadnt been developed yet. It was in the AM wayyy before light and I was heading toward a spot I had found while scouting and set up a cheapo pvcfeeder. I had my stand on my back and bow and arrow and a little pin light. I eased into the spot after about a30 minute hike and found the tree I marked. I quietly was setting up my stand when I had a weird feeling about something. Well I think we all get the feeling at times in the middle of the woods and no light and our mind plays tricks on us,,,, soo I blew it off and continued with what I was doing until,,,,,, I heard footsteps! I would stop what I was doing and the noise would stop. Well after this happend a few times I could tell it was circling me andI was begining to say f%$& trying to be quietI was throwing that thing on the tree, then just as I got my feet in the straps to climb theall I could hear was this odd sound I have never heard before, kinda a mix between a hogs squelling noise it makes if shotand a dogs growel/snorting sound and limbs/trees breaking as it charged me, what ever was coming at me was big and coming fastit was something that sent chills up my spine and I hurried up that tree!!! I hate to say this but I will admit I was about 2o years old and I was so scaredI was allmost in tears. after I got up the tree about 20 feet or so Itook a breath and climbed till i was about 30 feet up. I could hearit at the base of the tree sniffing aruond and making racket. I was sohigh up my pin lightwouldnt make it that far down. I eventually heard it walk off after about 10 minutes of beingat the tree.About 45 minutes lateras the sun came up I heard somehting else, not quite the same noise, more familiar of something rustling around like a possum. THen I was like its you a$$ now buddy and got my bow ready. But then as it got light itwas a coon eating my corn. I dont know what charged me as there are no feralpigs around hereor nothing else in NorthLouisianathat makes that kinda noise. What ever it was it was big listing to its footsteps and hearing it knock brush around as it moved through.I just know I didnt go back to that spot at night. The funiest part of the story is that there have been some stories of big foot sightings in that area in the 80's. I didnt know about going that far, but kinda cool.