Back in early 2019 I attempted a three day solo camp in the Tonto national forest, all was good for the first half of the first day, though once evening set in I head a distant yell though the odd thing was that it went on continuously for almost a minute straight, I was a bit perturbed but decided to stick those thoughts in the back of my mind. Later on that night I was just chilling in my tent about to pass out when a fucking rock bounces off the side wall, feeling absolutely panicked I grab my Tanfoglio and jump out of my tent, after a second of standing in complete darkness I heard a knock on a nearby tree causing me to turn and dump half my magazine in that direction, fucked up thing though is I head that same exact aggressive yell as I was firing. After that it was dead silent, my heart was racing, and I was pretty deafened. I remember standing out their for like 20 minutes just waiting for something else to happen, pointing my gun in every direction, after that I hastily threw on my boots, not even bothering to tie them right, put on my pack, and got my flashlight out. I was too chicken shit to try and navigate the forest at night, but it was just a precaution incase I decided to. I spent the rest of that night standing around alert, by day break I packed up my shit and trekked back to my car all the while paranoid, exhausted, and angry. I'm not outright saying it was a supernatural encounter, most likely just a methhead deep in the woods, but whatever it was forever soured solo camping for me. I hope he or it gets ventilated and dies a slow, agonizing death.