So, I decided to take a late morning of work and go hunting this morning.  It's bow season, no guns have 'riled' up the woods yet, so I felt fairly confident I would at least see something.  I arrived plenty early, got my gear ready, loaded my arrow into my bow and set off across the starlit field to my stand.  Last two mornings have been gorgeous, low 50's temperature, and a nice quieting morning dew on the grass keeps noise down.  So things are going good to this point.

About 100 yards from my stand I have to top a small hill, and much to my surprise there is a buck standing there.  Not just your typical buck...but I mean a real wall-hanger.  A MONSTER...the kind of deer you only see once in a lifetime, let alone a buck you get a chance to make a good shot on. I think I startled him more than he startled me, so here we are 40 yards apart, there is just barely enough light for me to make out his massive rack and see his warm breath smoking into the cool morning air.  I am frozen, unable to draw my bow, or make any kind of movement as he is just fixated in my direction. 

After what seems like forever, he finally, slowly puts his head down and goes back to feeding. My heart skips a couple beats...this is the opportunity I've been waiting for 8 years of hard hunting.  I take this as my chance, square up, take a deep breath, draw and just as I am about to shoot..............I'm blinded by what I thought was  a spotlight.  From behind this deer comes what at the time felt like the brightest most blinding light I've ever seen.  Now the buck sees this and bolts...takes off across the field, hops a fence and disappears into a thicket of briar's and honeysuckle, probably never to be seen again (at least thats my luck, and what I could tell thru the spots of blindness caused by this mysterious light)

I'm going into a state of furiousness like never before as to what the heck someone is doing on my family's land so I immediately set off toward the direction of the light.  I get out my flashlight and call out, I hear nothing...I stop...listen...still hear nothing...so I keep walking down the path....still no sounds and no sign of anybody or anything.  I can't lie, I spent the next 45 minutes walking every square inch of ground in the direction that light came from....and I never saw a thing.  I never heard anything that way...and I dunno if I just missed it as I watched my trophy buck but I swear I didn't hear or see anything after the bright light. 

I don't know about aliens, or if someone just slipped out after they saw me, but all I kept thinking is the reason that deer was so Monstrously big is because of some kind of Divine Intervention that has been keeping it alive.  I'm not trying to argue any kind of religion, but there was something about the whole situation that just doesn't add up.  It was the whitest, brightest light I think I've ever seen.  It came on, and as the deer ran away it disappeared, never to be seen again.  There are only two ways in and out of where this light came from.  I was standing on one, and the other hasn't been regularly used in 10 years....so its rather grown up and difficult to traverse through in any season, let alone early fall, when temps are just now getting out of the 80's, and the groundcover is so thick.   It just doesn't add up....something or someone shined a light in my eyes...but what...and where did it go?  Normally I cough or make some kind of noise that scares them off...but today....and hopefully only today...something else kept me from succeeding in my quest. 

Maybe the jokes on me....but there's always next time