Aside from flushing grouse in the dark, there's nothing much that scares me in the woods now... When I was about 10, I was snooping around a dump in the woods looking for good junk to make a go cart with. I knew i wasn't supposed to be there, but whatever, there was some good junk in there. Well, somebody decided that they wanted to plink at stuff in the dump with their .22 from a deck. I didn't want to be caught, so I hunkered down behind a big tree while bullets were whizzing by. I know I shoulda yelled, but you live and learn... Glad I did live through that one.