One morning, about an hour an a half before light, I was walking through an overgrown weed field to my stand. The field is about 4' tall of blonde grass,weeds, and shrubs. It was a fairly bright moon, so I didn't bring my flashlight with me. When I was about half way through though the weed field I see the weeds parting about 20 yards ahead of me, and whatever it is, it's running straight at me. It made some growls and what sounded like a squeel from a hog as it was running towards me. When it was about 5 or 6 feet from me I let out a few loud barks and kicked my foot, and it turned and ran in the woods. To this day I still don't know what it was, but it sounded pretty mean. I always take my flashlight with me now.