It's more of a childhood camping story than a hunting or fishing one, but was still pretty scary at the time.

I was about 11 or 12; my step brother would have been 9-10. My family would drive over to The Sequatchie Valley, where my step father grew up, once a month to visit "Pop". My step brother and I would challenge each other to tests of bravery and would regularly sleep in the back of the pick up truck instead of in the house, knowing full well that a pack of coyotes came out at night. Well, on one such night when he and I were out there, we heard the chitter of 'yotes pretty close, so we turned on one of those really huge old red flashlights and saw 8-9 pairs of eyes reflecting back at us, 5 of which were close enough (55-60yards) to see their size and silhouettes. Looking back on what I remember about it now, I'm pretty sure they didn't care much about us and certainly weren't hunting us, but we were terrified nonetheless.