The year was 1981 in Pleasure Ridge Park, KY. I was 15 at the time and that was the summer of the "Bushman". Bushman was a guy who lived in the blackberry and honeysuckle vines along the Illinois Central RR line that goes south along Dixie Hwy. Bushman was a paint sniffer who wore a grungy pair of shorts. That's all he wore, no shoes or shirt. My guess is that he was cold but he did have hair over two feet long and hanging down all over. This guy was a down and out drug addict who lived in the wild edges of the railroad line and at night neighbors said they would hear someone turn on their outside hose faucets and a few saw him run away as they went out to check on who was by their house. Bushman got to be a nuisance since he was a scary looking sight. Finally one day a neighbor saw him and called the cops to come take him away. He was last seen by me as he was walking the RR tracks so when the cops came I said I saw him going that way. The two cops went walking along the line and I stayed back. The cops were down about 150 feet when all of a sudden a leaf pile near me down off the tracks begins to rustle and I get that Lou Costello thing going with my voice trying to call for help but no sound is coming out. Just about when my legs begin to melt under me a squeak out a shrill He's over here. The cops heard me and came trotting back before Bushman murdered me or whatever a paint sniffing Bushman does to a kid who narc's on him. The scary deal was his hair worked perfect like a ghillie suit, the leaves and litter just hung in the tangles. The cops took him to their squad and I needed some serious PTSD counseling that night. Except for the nightmares I am all better now. Be careful of the Bushman, he's right over there!!! My Bushman hunting days are over. The serious side is what a life wasted. As the cops led him to their squad I could see the guys face all covered in spray paint gold. Someone gets to that point in chemical abuse and they don't have much left. My way to cope with the real fear he gave me is to feel sad for how someone gets there.