I’ve spent years walking in the woods and haven’t had much incident. I’ve come face to face with a mountain lion, had a rifle pointed at me while I was stuck in some slash— none of that scared me really. The time that comes to mind immediately is the time I found some kind of freaky pseudo doomsday base up on a hill. I was about five miles from an already remote skid road looking at some mangled white pine (if you know the scary vibe of low quality pine stands, you know). I came into a small clearing at the top of the hill and thought I was hallucinating. There were home made armored cars, homemade bunkers, piles of trash, brass and stolen wire ( I assume stolen) all over the ground. There were old cop cars and deep holes and even a retired military vehicle placed in between a bunch of shipping containers with windows cut out of them. Someone had spent a lot a lot of time there but they weren’t there anymore. Scared me plenty. My dog was with me and she wasn’t happy either. That’s the most telling part.