Who is that?

 When I was young, about 15 or 16, I had had a very bad week. The bullies at school had several goes at me and my mother was her usual verbally abusive self. So some how I had managed to spend the weekend at a friends house, and he lived in the middle of Ocala National Forest. To vent my anger I decided I would go for a run, more like a mad dash thru the brush. After walking about a mile. Thinking about everything that had gone wrong. Letting the anger build up inside me. I pointed myself in a direction off the beaten path and I began to run, using my anger to fuel me. Thru brush, briars, and a stand of scrub oak, I pushed my way thru it all, not caring about the scratches and snags. I just ran. As I came to a clearing, still running as fast as I could, I felt a presence beside me, on my right. I looked and I saw a pair of goat legs, and I thought "Pan?" My eyes traveled up to a face that was grinning at me, only instead of goat horns, he had antlers on top of his head. Antlers! At that time I did not know of any mythological beings with antlers on his head. My anger was forgotted and I slid on the leaves coming to a stop and turned to confront this being. He just faded away, leaving me confused. It was a few months later I learn of the Master of the Hunt of Celtic mythology, and much later I learned the name Herne. My interest in Druidry began there, and when I discovered Wicca when I was 23 it felt like coming home spiritualy.