Quite a few years ago I was out in the woods cutting down a walnut tree to make a gun stock out of. (turns out I was just murdering the tree as it was too small to use for that purpose)
I was swing away with the ax when I heard something moving through the woods really fast. I stopped cutting and watched. All of a sudden there was this guy running like the devil was after him. He saw me and said out loud "oh, sh*t!!" and ran the other way as fast as he could.
A little while later I noticed that there was no traffic on the road that was a few hundred yards away. On the way home, there was no cars at all.
When I got home, mom was frantic, the polioce had blocked off the whole area and told everyone to stay indoors with the doors locked. And I am off in the woods.
Turns out that this guy named Charles Furch had escaped from jail and was running loose. And the fuzz wanted him back badly.
Could have been a kidnaping story instead of one as it is.
Perhaps he didn't want to risk messing with a guy with an ax.
