I was walking down a fairly long but private road to a spot and was probably past a third of a mile from my truck when I see a baby coyote walk across the road maybe 25 feet in front of me. I slowed down my walk a bit then the mom came out and she looked pi$$
ed and was standing in the middle of the road. I had my rod and eels in one hand and my lip gripper in the other while this stare down was taking shape. Finally the Coyotes moved off the side and into the woods so I passed and continued to walk, rod in one side, lip grip in the other. Now I hear rustling in the brush parallel to the the road and slightly behind so I turn around and start walking backwards to the spot... The rustle continued for the next 1-200 feet I walked. Was a decent night with a few 20s basses but I was spooked out and looking over my shoulder a lot that night fishing