I'll try to not make this a long read. Two buddies and myself went for a semi-minimal camping trip on WMA land two weeks ago and had a slight issue. We were going to stay friday-sunday at a pay per day site (Site #3) on the creek. Lazy Squirrel and myself are trying to get our friend Pat into camping and eventually into bushcrafting. Pat is a former LEO and had his Walther PPQ 45 in his vehicle parked about fifty yards away from the site. I was carrying my Springfield Armory XDS 45. Pat's new GF (found this out once we were there) lived five minutes away and had come by to say hi and hang out. The site(s) are gated and locked. On several occasions (friday evening and saturday morning) we noticed a white truck going to one of the other campsites (Site #1). They had changed everything about the sites since our last visit a few years ago so we decided to check out the other vacant ones (saturday at lunch) and intending to not disturb the occupied one. As luck would have it the first site that we checked had a truck and campsite with enough stuff for four people. We stopped and were backing up when someone stepped out of the woods into the road between us and the site. He motioned for us to come down so we obliged. Long story short....greg (aka Lazy Squirrel) and I exchanged glances very shortly in the conversation that something was red flagging us both and we both understood the need to leave. The guy wanted us to get out of the truck and "hang out" for awhile. We were nice to him and made an excuse to get back. We stopped by site #2 on the way (look too deliverance like) and quickly discussed the eerie encounter. We returned to our site within twenty minutes of the encounter. We told pat and his GF what we had seen and thought. They dismissed our worries and kept talking. Five minutes later the weird guy from site #1 walks into camp looking for those "two boys" that were at his camp. I'm 47...umm boys ? He see's me but not greg (behind my 10x12 tarp) and starts a conversation about him (bad guy) hanging with us now. I lead him away to "show him the natural spring" in an effort to remove the threat from the camp, allow pat to retrieve his sidearm if necessary, and have the body closer to the disposal site if need be lol (actually controlling my backstop and checking the woods that he used to enter for additional bad guys). Pat and greg hear me tell him that we were leaving and they immediately break camp. He kept trying to get me to walk back into camp and was watching the guys break camp. He left back down to his site as we drove away. My gut feeling had told me to not be there at night and I always trust that feeling. I was happy that there was no "real" incident and believe strongly that if you can avoid a gunfight then do so. The guy had looked at each hammock location as though he was memorizing them. I apologize for the long read but this is the condensed version. Remember guys and gals...be safe in the woods. Not all predators have four legs. Be prepared.