Deep in the woods I have never had any unpleasant moments, other than packing during lightning storms. But one night I was hanging at a vintage motorcycle rally and some middle age adolescents were overindulging in there adult beverage's. Very close to my camp I hear in a much louder yell than all the other boystress BS that has been going on. ( I AM GOINT TO KILL YOU YOU MOTHER ******) at that time there was lots of crashing and grunting for a few moments. At which time I found my ear plugs I wear while riding installed them deep into my ear canals and drifted off to a rather peaceful sleep the rest of the night. There was no blood stains all over the ground the next morning so I guess they worked it all out.
Other than that, I do get a little nervous to be exploring an abandoned road or some old trail and ride into a hemp plot or get a whiff of nasty smelling chemicals around a broken down building a sure sign some scumb bag is cooking meth.
Life was so much simpler when it was just some good ole boys cooking sower mash.