I've been hunting the turkey ridge area in the national forest for many, many years and like to wander from my regular areas now and then. I spotted a nice old fire pond while squirrel hunting and thought I'd give it a try for some panfish. I finished cleaning my squirrels around 6:00 so I packed up my gear, put everything in my truck, and got my lantern out. The moon was rising early so it looked like a good night for fishing. The old logging road was my only landmark and in places, it was choked down to only be wide enough for a deer, but most of it was covered in a carpet of moss. I got to the pond at last light when I fired up my lantern. The crappie were eager to hit my jig with a twister tail along with a few nice gills. The moon was perfectly lighting the pond and the steam off the water began to turn into fog. There was no noise, only the sound was that of a lone Whip-or-will and an occasional splash of a fish hitting a bug on top of the water. After putting 8 slabs in my basket, I noticed my lantern getting dim. I wasn't to concerned because the moonlight was enough to see my way out, but the fog kept getting thicker and thicker. I packed up my gear and double-checked to see if I had everything, I stood up with a ready to go and it was then that I noticed....the silence. It was a completely silent, no wind, no fish hitting bugs and no Whip-or-will, the only sound was that of what sounded like a rooster flapping his wings as he stretches at first light, but it was distant. The sound was constant and seemed to be getting closer. By now, the fuel in my lantern had all been used and the flame was out, but the sound kept getting closer. Looking in the direction of the sound, I stood motionless. Closer and closer, the sound grew louder and louder when I was able to finally figure out what it was, I realized it was a horse in full gallop. Who would be riding a horse at full gallop in the middle of the woods, in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere? A chill went up my spine and I crouched down next to a deadfall tangled in fox grape vines. I set down my gear and felt comforted by the fog covering me from view in the moonlight. The horse kept charging onward and I thought it would keep going, but just as it got to the deer trail I used to get to the pond, it stopped dead in it's tracks. Now I'm shaking, no sound at all, no galloping horse, fish hitting the water, only my heart beating like I had a 16 point buck in my sights. I didn't move a muscle and then I heard it, the horse was coming down the deer trail. I crouched down into the tangle of vines as far as I could, but only a couple feet off the trail. The horse got closer and closer when I began to smell something. It was a foul smell, the smell of which I've only experianced a couple times in my life. It was the smell of a summertime road kill deer a few days after it was hit the smell of death. The horse walked past me and right to the spot where I was fishing. In the moonlight I saw someone on the horse. He wore a long hooded cape and he was tall. He dismounted the horse and led it to the pond. My heart was beating right out of my chest, but I didn't dare move a muscle. While the horse dank, the tall caped man stopped dead, and for a minute didn't move at all, he acted like he heard something, but he never looked toward me, just looked out over the pond while his horse drank. After what seemed like hours, he turned the horse around and mounted it. The horse walked toward me and just as the horse got to where I was crouched, the man let out a low "Huh" and kept going up the trail. The horse walked up the trail and got back on the logging road where it resumed it's pace down the road. I don't know what I saw that night, but I really don't think I want to. I have no plans to go back to that pond ever again, but if you're ever in the Wayne National Forest and see an old fire pond off a logging road, I'd do my fishing BEFORE dark.