This is an encounter that I cannot explain.

In fact, you could say that I have covered my tracks because there are those out there that live in fear of me revealing what I saw.

My family has lived in Florida since the late 1940s

when my grandfather retired from the Army Air Corps

and built a great life for himself.

He thrived in this particular area of the state with plenty of fishing and hunting.

Now years later, I'm 51 years old and I'm a married father to three boys.

Like my grandfather, we too enjoy hunting and fishing.

I'm a communications worker and I finally got a weekend off to enjoy some rest and relaxation at the family

lake house. I was traveling east from Tampa Bay in my pickup truck pulling my

airboat. I decided to get fuel in Lithia, LITHA, Lithia. I was 50 miles away from my destination.

It was a cloudy during the summertime storm and I took the back roads, which meant I lost only 30 minutes, making it a scenic drive.

I felt the right rear tire on my boat trailer go off the shoulder and I soon realized that I had had a blowout.

I pulled over near the gate to a state park. Luckily, the lake house was only a few miles away.

There was a large black SUV with tinted windows parked nearby,

and I couldn't tell if it was occupied or not.

As I changed my tire, a large man sporting a ponytail appeared behind my trailer. A second man, about my size, a little stocky but with a slight beer belly emerged from the SUV and approached me.

With my eye on the man still lurking behind my trailer, I asked if they needed some help.

He told me that they had an airboat broken down on the lake's edge

and had the parts to repair it, but they could use the lift. The man offered to pay me, but being a good guy and fell a boater, I refused his money.

We were joined by a third man who was carrying twin duffel bags and a plastic tote.

He threw everything into my truck and I drove all of us to the nearest boat

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