“I am an avid fisherman. I live way out in Southern Illinois, in the middle of nothing surrounded by nowhere. Because of this, I am afforded the opportunity to fish whenever I want, which is normally every day after work, minus the bitterly cold winter months. I typically fish a strand of remote ponds on Ten Mile Creek.
One afternoon in May 2013, I was at one of my favorite spots. I’d been there about 20 minutes, give or take, when I started to feel unnaturally uneasy. I can’t really put into words the paranoid, gut-wrenching feeling that came over me. Now please keep in mind, I have been doing this type of thing my whole life. I’m often by myself, deep in the woods, and until then I never experienced this urgent need to flee.