Between you both, Escape and Jack, you got me conjuring up an old one I had as a kid in the country. My cousins dairy farm had a fence around the house with an Old Crow Whiskey display nailed on it. I was terrified of it and wouldn't walk around that side of the house. Well once my cousins figured that out I was dead meat. One visit they asked me to get something out of the shed and when I swung open the door there was Old Crow staring at me. They had moved it.
I HAD buried that one...thanks alot! LOL. I found a pic of him but I don't remember the red vest.