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My name is Andrew Tate and this is season 4 episode 1 of Let's Not Meet, a true horror podcast.

This happened back in 2004 in northern Wisconsin. I was 16 at the time and out hunting deer with my dad and a friend of his named Frank.

I do remember this day like it was yesterday. The dialogue isn't word for word but the idea of it is 100% accurate.

As a side note, this was one day after eight people were shot less than two hours away from my location.

My dad and I had a few stands over an area of maybe three quarters of a mile.

He had been hunting there for at least 10 years and I had been going with him since I was five.

Up until the age 12, legal age to hunt with a rifle, I had just been tagging along.

This particular morning, we walked to the first stand.

It was about 5 am, so still dark outside.

I got situated and my dad and Frank went off to our other two stands over a ridge, maybe another 500 to 600 yards off.

Sitting there in the dark is always a little eerie.

Not long after dad and Frank left, I saw a flashlight from the general direction of where they headed.

Maybe 200 yards away, roughly moving in my direction.

I figured they just forgot something from the truck, so I ran out to see what they were doing.

We're sitting in my stand. Frank is about to head over to the other one, he says.

Obviously this flashlight is someone else.

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