My son, grandson & a friend were down at the river driving around, doing whatever they do in those "mud trucks", a couple of years ago, and they got stuck. There was no one else around & no cell phone service there. So they sat around awhile & waited, hoping somebody would come by, but it got dark, & nobody showed up.
It was about a mile to the road, where the cell phone would work, & my son decided to walk out & call somebody. The others didn't want to go, so he set off by himself. He said he wasn't even out of sight of the truck before he heard footsteps just to his right. At first he thought it was his son messing with him, but then he realized that he couldn't have walked through the thick brush without getting tangled up. Then he thought it might be a cougar, but ruled that out because it was taking steps that matched his steps. Finally, it dawned on him what it was. He said it was a little creepy, but he just decided that it must be one of the friendly ones walking along with him to keep the cats & alligators off him. After he made his call, he sat there on the road waiting, & he said he could feel "somebody" out there until the truck picked him up.
I asked him why he decided that it was a friendly one, & he said it was just better than being scared all the way to the road.