A friend and I were hunting down a dry creek bed when suddenly this squirrel appeared running flat out towards us. I jumped out of the way and the damned crazy squirrel ran right up the front of my friend to the top of his head and jumped off. We never got a shot off. Shows you the value of a suprise attack.
When I was twelve, my dad and I went deer hunting on the Fort Knox military reservation. We were sitting behind a large log overlooking a small valley when a chipmunk exploded out of the leaves, raced up the log, and ended up perching on my right shoulder. We stared at each other in absolute shock for about two seconds before I screamed and flung my arms up in the air. The chipmunk went airborne for about fifteen feet before hitting the leaves and taking off up a tree. If there were any deer within five miles of my location, they were heading away from me at top speed.
BTW, this article reminds me of Ray Stevens' song The Mississippi Squirrel.