Memories of my youth:
Near the house I grew up in was a golf course. On said golf course was a driving range that myself and a few friends would appropriate lonely lost golf balls at night. The course was patrolled by the owner's teenage sons in their car (Chevy Camaro) They drove around at night sometimes w/ the lights off sometimes not (guess it depended on moonlight. One night we were walking back from a fine haul when we heard the low thuming of an engine close by and getting slowly louder. We were on the edge of the course, 50 yards from a corn field and no obvoius cover. My friends wanted to run into the corn field but I told them they never make it. I had them lie down on a slight depression on the ground off to the side of the main fairway. The camaro appeared 10 seonds later almost like a dog sniffing our trail. I told everyone to lie flat and point their heads down to the ground, hide the white eyes so to speak. The car nosed it's way past our hiding place by 20 feet and never stopped once. We decided to sneak through the corn field for cover to get home once it had passed out of site.

Stealth won over flight or fight instinct!