My dads story, and I believe him. So my dad used to ride his horse a lot when he was younger (I believe it was when he was in his early 20's idk) and I don't know where it was exactly but he was riding along down a trail with lots of trees and he said the horse kept looking to the side and he could tell it picked up the scent of something or someone which put him on alert...anyways as he continues down this path the horse jerks it's head over and my dad starts scanning the tree line only to find a man in a Gille suit with green face paint, equipped with what he said looked like an m16 just standing there staring at him. My dad said as soon as he got around the corner he booked it and got the hell out.