I must admit that I have been frightened out of my skull at a dark site a couple of times.
The first one that I'll never forget was when I first joined here and lived in Sydney. I didn't realise the Paintball Place (now, Pony Club gatherings) only happened on a schedule. I decided to drive up during the middle of the week by myself, found the place, parked the car in the middle of the field, started setting up and almost crapped myself when I heard rustling movement about a metre or so away. I froze stiff. I looked up slowly, and once the blood had drained from my head, I could make out the silhouette of an enormous dog right in front of me. Snarling! It was frogman's dog. He showed up a moment later, thank goodness. I explained who I was and what I was doing there. He then explained to me that the visitors only come on the weekends but was gracious enough to allow to set up and take a few pictures.
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