I will just never understand the mind of someone that wants to leave and or is afraid of the dark as an adult. I remember in high school hiking in to scout a spot with my buddy. He was late, so we ended up hiking in 3 hrs in the dark so we could glass at first light. Walking up the trail our headlamps danced over some eyeballs, prob 10 sets. He stopped in his tracks "Dude, what the hell is that, those eyes!!!" I was like, "Well, there is a bunch of them, so prob deer. Mountain lions and bears don't travel in packs of 10....". He wanted me to draw down on the eyeballs with my .357. We walked up and into that group of ferocious doe mule deer. I couldn't understand it then, and certainly can't now. To this day he is back in camp before dark. And he wonders why he has never killed an elk...