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Only once. Some years back, I was hog hunting up in Georgia. As I left my stand, it was pitch black. The area was new to me, so while not disoriented, I was not comfortable with walking the mile back to the camp in the dark.
As I was walking, coyotes were howling nearby, and when I turned and shined my light, there were two of the dang things following me.
Thats when I realized that I had the .44 mag rifle, a good light, and if I wanted, two dead coyotes. I felt better right away.
Seriously, I have spent so many nights afield that nothing out there spooks me any more.
As I was walking, coyotes were howling nearby, and when I turned and shined my light, there were two of the dang things following me.
Thats when I realized that I had the .44 mag rifle, a good light, and if I wanted, two dead coyotes. I felt better right away.

Seriously, I have spent so many nights afield that nothing out there spooks me any more.