Girlfriend and I were driving across the country and stopped for the night at a Best Western off the highway outside of Boise, ID. The next morning I went for an easy 8 mile run in this somewhat rural area.
A few miles into my run a pack of dogs started stalking me. The came within a few feet, but I was able to keep them away by yelling (“go home!” while pointing was effective), throwing rocks, and walking backward slowly. Not one car drove by on this rural road.
My 48 minute run took 90 minutes. My girlfriend when I got back, “Where have you been? I thought you died!”.