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It finally started raining here so I took my son (14 years old) out mushroom hunting over the weekend. It was later than we normally go, and sun goes down much earlier but we were taking a quick trail to the river and back in hopes to finding turkey tails or chanterelles. We took a wrong turn and ended up going through a big field, which the trail would take us back around to the main trail to the river. As we walked toward the main trail the last group of people had left, and it was just me and my son. We walked along and out of a thicket side-trail came this weird man. He had a dog with him that was alert at his side. He was staring at us as we walked closer towards him. Then he started waving at us, this really weird, slow wave. I was immediately uncomfortable and goose bumpy, but didn’t want to be impolite, so I halfhearted waved back while staring back and telling my son to slow up a little, I didn’t want to actually meet up at the junction. After a full minute of us dawdling, the guy slowly turned and began walking down the trail toward the main trail. I was wary walking, didn’t want to go too fast, and we stopped to look at some plants, so the guy and dog got further down this trail which curved to the right and continued on two blocks to the junction. I was thinking, if this was a creepy letsnotmeet, this dude will be waiting around the corner. AND sure enough, he was standing at the junction, off to the left and toward the parking lot, and to the right was a .6 trail to the river. Dude was just standing there, with his dog, staring at us, not moving at all. Both my son and I were like, holy shit wtf let’s keep wide to the right, and saying He looks old, we could run faster than him, and just generally planning for freaky deaky just in case. He kept staring at us so as we approached, I asked if he was OK, and kept staring back. He was greasy haired, tiny round glasses, a blue windbreaker, plaid long shorts, about 50 years old. His dog was small beagle mix. He didn’t answer me at all, just kept staring. We turned to the right and walked about a block, I had my phone cam facing me, so I could watch him over my shoulder and the only movement was him slowly shifting his direction to continue staring at us. I didn’t say anything else to him. It was moderately unsettling his stare, made more so by his lack of response, emotionless face, weird tiny glasses, slow wave at us like zombie mother trucker. He did leave bec on our way back he was no longer standing on the main trail. So hey freaky deaky forest zombie dude, for sure stay in the thickets and let’s not meet!