Back in 1981, I went bowhunting up in the Loess Hills east of Onawa (my home town) on a night with a full moon. Hiked about a mile and a half to a ridge and stayed til dark. Yotes started howling and it was extra spooky because I'd just seen ...
American Werewolf in London!
To make matters worse, I'd shot a big ole raccoon and was carrying it out too! (Back in the days when a nice coon would fetch $25 or $30!)