Last year I was standing on and photographing the Batsto River bridge near Riders Switch. I saw a guy approaching and as he walked up to me, I realized that I was eyeballing escape routes, and moved off the edge so he couldn't push me off. I hiked up my shirt so he could see the hunting knife on my belt. He was actually very friendly, and told me that he was part of a pinelands stewardship program and invited to me to join. He probably went home and told his wife he met a psycho photographer out in the woods. Met another guy during the snow last year, weekday, as I was leaving the Skit Branch off Glossy Spung Road. He was driving a non-descript car, and he was also somewhat non-descript, but very smiley. Not dressed for the woods. He told me he came "out here" a lot because he liked the peace. Then asked me if I really went into the Skit with the hip waders when it was this cold, and a series of questions. He kept smiling at me the whole time and when I finally left, I watched him as I walked to my car. When you watch movies, or shows, about sociopaths, they behave a lot like that. On the other hand, so do friendly people. Who knows?