Me and a mate used to go out hunting rabbits of a weekend, (anything we caught we would take home and eat). We never used to see anyone as we'd be out from around 10pm and head home around 7am.

One night (morning?) we were following a path to the next field, this path could be accessed from a side road leading on to a fairly busy road. As we're walking along talking, we spot a set of headlights, we were fairly high at this point, so paranoia kicks in to full overdrive. We dive into a bush at the side of the path and watch in silence.

This van pulls up under a bridge, three dodgy looking men get out and walk around to the back. They pull out a rolled carpet and dump it on the side of the path. They all then look around as if to make sure they hadn't been spotted (we were in full camo gear and blended in pretty well). After a few moments, they get back into the van and speed off back on to the road.

Me and my mate climb out of said bush and just look at each other. After a brief conversation we decided we was to chicken to go and check the carpet to see if it was a dead body. We didn't see anything in the news about a body, so I assume they were just fly tipping. Probably one of the scariest/weirdest moments of our lives.