In the State of Ohio excist a long bike trail named The Ohio to Erie Trail. I recently rode the trail headed south. One day after departing from the company of a fellow traveler named Mr. Lunn , I rode another 20 something miles equaling around 40 miles that day. Around an hour after dark I came into the village of Corwin, OH. Corwin was a nice little place with a well maintained restroom facility that had a convenient water fountain designed to refill bottles and jugs. After arriving, I refilled on water , took a poop , ate a hobo style dinner and met some teens waiting for their weed man. The teens said they had property just up the road and offered me to hangout , smoke and then crash. After picturing the potential of an angry parent finding their kid ( with pot )and a some strange man ( me ) sleeping in their barn and me going to jail , I told the kids thanks but no thanks. The little country pot heads left the area and I begin looking for a place to sleep. I chose to set up camp under a bridge . I then followed camp making routine. Clear a small area , set up trip wires and bells to alert me of human presents , throw down tarp , bed roll and Mosquito netting. I had camp set so I but my bags in my netted enclosure and layed down to sleep. I used my important bag as a pillow and my food bag at my feet. I fell asleep fast that night . When hobo style living , you never really go into a deep sleep as you would in a house. So, I am sleeping and I am woken to a funny tickling sensation between my toes. It took a minute to realize it was the same feeling as when a dog sniffs you. Man ! with lightning speed I did a bicycle style kick , kicked something that stubbed my toe a little ( I am guessing a head ) and yelled " Roar mother fuker " , clapped my hands loud together, grabbed by high power flash light , grabbed my deadly weapon, and came flying out of the Mosquito shelter in a adrenaline rushing battle mode. I looked around a bit , sprayed some pepper spray around the area and said fuk it and went back to sleep. lol. boy oh boy it was a heart pounding experience for sure. I feel bad for what ever animal it was who was probably more scared than I was and whom got kicked in the head . I bet next time that animal smells peanut butter in someones pack , it is going to be like " yumm that smells good , on second thought, I aint even that hungry !"