Almost every night for 730 days in Vietnam.[]

OK .... OK.... there was the time I was bowhunting in the Adirondacks. I started down from my tree and had a half dozen coyotes I didn' t know were there start to howling. They were spread out in a semi-circle around me in the dark not more than 40 or 50 yards away. I went back up the few feet I had come down in record time. No radios in those days so I lit a smoke, coughed, talked to my imaginary friend in a loud crazy voice, took a leak, dug out my flashlight and shined the light all over the woods and tried it again. My brother had told me that afternoon when I went in that another bowhunter had gotten chased back to his truck by them the week before when he had shot a deer. I kept talking like a crazy guy all the way to my truck. My head was on a swivel and I had the light working overtime.

Then there was the time in the rain about an hour before daylight I almost got ran over by a moose in a hemlock swamp. I thought for sure it was the bugger coming to get me. In retrospect, my brother had walked in a paralleling grown over logging road about 400 yards from the one I took. I was down wind. He must have spooked the critter and it just came my way. It sounded like the whole woods was coming down with breaking limbs and junk. We found his tracks at daylight about 10 yards from where I coward behind a 6 inch tree. They' d been seeing a couple bears and the moose in the area. I thought they were all after me.