> be 14, boyscout backpacking trip
>we take a break about 3 miles away from our destination camping spot
>kids wander around, drink water, go to the bathroom, eat a snack
>I wander off, around some trees, follow what looks like to be a natural trail, I begin looking for a good stick.
>I've always wanted a hiking stick but my dad never bought me one, encouraging me to take one from nature itself.
>keep going, pass bushes and trees, some sticks look promising, but I'm always nagging myself in the back of my head that that I could find a better one
>keep going, circle around a boulder and reach a point where I know that it would be responsible of me to turn back
>keep going, find a large area full of fallen branches and am convinced my perfect stick is among them
>get a feeling, suddenly look up.
>a black deer, a fucking jet black deer is looking right at me. Like some sort of deer-shaped hole in reality
>in my 14 year old suspicious mind, I see it as some sort of devil demon death deer, its two antlers looked completely like devil horns
>get a sudden fuzzy chill down my neck, at the time I misinterpreted the adrenaline as some sort of evil power the devil deer was exerting over me
>turn and run, full on sprint through bushes, jumping around the Boulder and slipping and hitting both my knees against some rocks
>make it back to our little rest spot with 2 bloody legs and scared half to death
>one of the parent scoutmaster assistants ends up having to take me back to the base site where all our cars are so my dad can pick me up, my knees were too bloody and painful for me to continue the hike.
I swear to god my own soul was about ready to nope out of my own body and I would have collapsed dead on the spot. I was so freaking scared of that black deer.
