All right I have an email here. This person wrote me and it has six encounters and I'm

gonna read every one of them to y'all. So all you dudes that wear two pays put chin strap on, go do you a bowl of popcorn in the microwave,

warm up some hot dogs or some leftover spaghetti and sit down and get ready for some really good stuff.

Here's what this person writes.

Like many of your stories that you read,

I'd like to say that each story that I'm about to relate to you is true.

I'm in my late 50s and I can remember this as if it happened yesterday.

I can still see and feel everything in my mind's eye.

I never told anyone about this encounter until 30 or 40 years after it happened.

I told my cousin, who I were referred to in later stories, and then recently my wife. This encounter is still so real to me.

When I was 10 years old I love to go deer hunting with my dad and our neighbor and his son

on the weekends.

It wasn't so much that I wanted to make a kill.

I just loved to get out in nature.

I enjoyed seeing everything that was out there.

I watched several deer pass over the years and I never raised my rifle to shoot.

We hunted several areas around Central and Northern Louisiana and many of the areas which we like to hunt,

were also a part of the Kossace National Forest.

Our home borders the National Forest and is close to Kincaid Lake.

That fact will play into later stories that I will tell you.

It was a cold winter morning and as far as winter cold could be down here in Louisiana.

It wasn't uncommon that over Christmas break to be in shorts for Christmas Eve,

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