When I was in my early 20's I lived at home in Milaca, MN on my parents farm because my husband was in the Navy and he was out at sea. I was working nights at Fingerhut. As I turned off the main highway onto the gravel road my car quit. I had to walk 1 mile to the farm. Next to the gravel road was a woods. As I walked something walked with me in the woods. When I stopped it stopped. I could hear it crashing along among the trees. I figured it was a bear but whatever it was it was with me the full mile. I didn't dare run even tho I was mighty scared.