Not a hunting trip but a trail riding trip on what is now the cahaba WMA. My girlfriend was in the truck with me and some of our friends were in another truck behind us. It's right at dusk and we had our headlights on driving up a coal road. As I'm driving I see 2 figures walking towards us on the road. Ones on the left and one is on the right side of the road. I stayed at the same speed as our headlights got closer to them my girlfriend said "BRANDON" in a concerned tone. These two figures were dressed in full army fatigues and helmets, with full army packs holding what appeared to be m1 carbines across there chest. They were marching step for step in perfect stride. Aside from the obvious, The weird thing was that as we drive past them, neither one took his eyes off of the "strait forward march" to look at us. It was almost like they didn't even know we were. Needless to say we didn't stop to say hello. We drove about two miles up the road and stopped to make sure our friends had seen them too. Thankfully they had. This was in the mid 90's and the army fatigues were of that time not like a WWII style. It was freaky but not terrifying. The craziest part was the marching and there eyes not looking at us. It was just outside brantleyvile so I'm sure it was just 2 good'uns out the playing war games by themselves.

If your decoy doesnt have holes in it, your not letting him get close enough... J.H.

"Life lessons are almost never found where you think they should be, sometimes they're in the middle of a small, muddy creek in the woods with steep banks"... DeadorAlive