Kenny, a few years ago I was run out on my evening stand(2 nights in a row) by a brown thrasher dive bombing me. This happened after sunset each evening, just as the woods were getting deery.
It wasn't until after the second time as I walked frustrated back to camp that I realized it wasn't me he was after but the copperhead skinned bow on my lap. Being a ground bird I bet the copperhead is the dreaded enemy of the brown thrasher.