I have had the creeps on different occasions but this one really sticks out. Hunting in a river bottom in SW Tennessee late one afternoon. The river bottom is creepy to begin with for starters. Only about an hour of shooting light left when the owls start hooting. Always a pretty chilling event for me. There was a front coming in from the west and the wind was starting to blow pretty good. All of a sudden an big old rotted out cypress tree located within 20 yards of my stand falls over making a God awful noise. Scared the livin s@&? out of me. Immediately got out of the stand and hightailed it out of there. At that point it really didn' t matter anymore that I was tromping through Mr. Bigs section of woods at primetime. What a trip!