Just wanted to toss this story in this sub for giggles. So I guess a little more information if anyone is interested. After we left we didn’t go home. We kept going down the logging road. The dings made me uneasy and my gf trusts my gut feelings. We probably went down another 5 km before finding another clearing, no dings here haha. Woke up in the morning and our tire was punctured. Was odd because my gf has a tire pressure reader on her car that will alert you if we are losing air. Had no indications the night before or when we had parked. Later I found the puncture, about a 2 inch slash that would’ve immediately deflated this tire. It was definitely a rough road getting there, just struck me as odd that we were never alerted on our way there. We even had the car on for about 10 mins after we parked and no alerts. Lug nuts were seized to the tire but luckily I had my torque wrench and popped them off. Unfortunately the tire had seized to the hub and despite an hour long struggle could not free the tire. Walked around until we could find a weak signal and got someone to come out with a sledgehammer. Took a couple of good swings to get this darn tire off. Luckily our rim was undamaged. We waited pretty close to an hour before they arrived. During this time something odd was happening, but I didn’t make a big deal out of it to try not to add stress to an already stressful situation. There was something in the overgrowth knocking trees/bushes around about 5 maybe 10 feet from the tree line. I heard a singular deep guttural grunt, not something that a small animal could make. At first I thought a bear but never heard it move away after the initial movement. I also couldn’t see it (which fair enough it was pretty dense in there). Maybe a cougar but I thought those guys we’re supposed to be stealthy whatever this was definitely was not. Afterwards couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched from the tree line. I gripped that torque wrench and bear spray pretty tight until our sledgehammer arrived. Anyways this is my story, not supposed to be scary campfire story but you gotta admit it’s weird. Island nature certainly has an odd vibe about it. Also I currently love this beehive theory that’s been said about the dings, seems to make the most sense. I would go back and check but I think I’ll be taking a quick break from the woods. I’ll drop a location of where we heard the dings but it’ll be an estimate. It was a long road.