Not so much the spook, but the hair does stand up on the back of my neck sometimes at my 'springs' field. There is just tons of stuff there. Cannot take a step without seeing a handful of flakes and heat-treated chert.
The wind seems to make the cottonwoods rustle more than the perceived felt breeze.
I hunt artifacts almost exclusively solo. Could be the psyche. Can't help but think I am walking in a site that was occupied for thousands of years based on point type and by a large population, based on the sheer volume of items I have found there.
Would love the tear up jack out there with a Bobcat.
