>>327844>>327912Owls.
First time I heard a barn owl I thought someone was being murdered in the field near my tent.
Have since developed a love of these feathery ninjas and actively try to find them whenever I'm inna woods. If you can whistle decently and try to mimic them, sometimes the little types come right up to you. It's a magnificent trick for getting into the panties of any girls you bring out with you.
Story:
>Be camping in Arizona>I'm only person around for miles in any direction>11 PM rolls around>Hear screech owl bro making noise near my campsite>Start getting out of tent to see if I can find him>Large truck comes roaring into camping area>Two guys get out>Start digging up something in the middle of the campground>I stay hidden in the shadows because I'm not stupid>Watch them haul a bog box out of the ground, throw it in the backseat, and go roaring off into the night>Be extremely grateful my tent and car were down in a hollow spot so they didn't see meThanks, owl bro. You almost got me into No Country for Old Men territory.
