I don't have anything too crazy, but I'll add mine as I do enjoy reading these right before I go on a solo hunt so I can stare at the roof of my tent at night and wonder what that sound was.
Story #1 - Bigfoot?
It was a couple years ago when my wife and I drove down to the Gila to hike and look for sheds. We didn't hit the forest road until around 10:30pm and we found a spot we wanted to camp at around 12am. We ended up about 8 miles from the pavement. We had actually driven past this spot by 1/2 to 3/4 of a mile and turned around to go back to it since we didn't find anything better.
We had just finished getting everything in the tent and set up. It wasn't windy, but I figured I should put a few guy lines out just incase. I found a rock near by and started to pound the stakes in since the ground was hard. I had just finished with the 2nd or 3rd stake when I heard a tree knock about 100-125 yards away. I asked my wife if she had heard it as well and she did. I immediately decided I was done with pounding stakes in the ground. The rest of the night was uneventful.
There were no roads for 2+ miles in that direction. The next day we didn't hear or see any vehicles and hiked through the area seeing nothing out of the ordinary.
Story #2 - Dog Man
I was bow hunting deer in a wilderness area that borders private land. The FS had recently came through and cleared the fence line on the public side so I was using that as an easy way to get to where I was going and I could glass into all the canyons along the way. I had made it to the last canyon and didn't see anything I was interested in so I turned back around with the intent to glass a few of the canyons again on the way back out.
I didn't make it too far when I saw all the deer stand up on a hill side and a little while later I heard a guy yelling up in the next canyon. At the time I figured someone had come in behind me and was trying to get their friends attention. I stayed low along the fence line and made it to the canyon where the guy was. He was still yelling, but I could understand him now.
"Help, help, help!" "Come here!" "HEYYYY HELP! "Get over here!" None of his yelling sounded desperate though. He sounded mad. I doubted that he could have seen me since I was below him and using the tree line as cover from any deer. His yells for help then turned into profanity.
I walked out to an open spot where I could see better with my binoculars and started glassing the side of the ridge, but I couldn't see him. The yelling stopped and he fired two shots. I backed into the trees again, but stayed in the binos. He finally came over the top of ridge where I could see him. He was wearing a matching outfit of military camo and a fully loaded matching backpack with a shovel strapped to it. He was still yelling when his dog, which looked like a malamute or big husky, ran up to him. He then yelled at his dog, telling the dog things no one should tell a dog they like.
I now had no intent to interact with this person, but I'd have to cross through an open area about 100 yards long to keep going to my truck. He was a couple hundred feet up in elevation from me, but only ±250 yards away now. I could see him as I was moving through the opening. He saw me and started yelling again. I was moving in high gear now and could see him coming down the hillside toward me.
Just past the end of the clearing was a steep section where a rock ridge came down almost all the way to the fence line, but you had to basically scramble up to the top. When I got to the top I looked behind me and the guy was in the clearing with dog coming towards me. He was yelling directly at me now, "don't you dare cross that fence you son of.. etc. etc." I went over the top and dropped into the next gully. Once I was in the bottom I press checked my pistol, I always have it loaded, but I wanted to be ready based on the guy's actions and demeanor. I tried to move as fast as possibly by only stepping on rocks or areas void of snow so I didn't leave foot prints. I did that for a couple hundred yards as I kept cutting up towards the mountain where it was thicker. I kept checking behind me, but never saw him again.
I made it back to the trailhead and was happy to see that a truck of a guy I had met the day before was still at the trail head. Once they came back I talked to him and his brother about what had happened. They were previously warned by another local about a guy that harasses people out there. I was planning to camp there that night, but they invited me back to their camp. They were very nice people who I am still in contact with.
I called the local CO later on. He apologized for me having to go through the incident and said the guy is a known issue/nut job. He pops up every other year or so and has learned to walk the line of legal/illegal. The guy lives off grid in that area and is notorious for running people out of the area. If they have to go to his place they will not go in until all the area agencies are available to roll in together.