Around 1987, I had an experience which still is a mystery. Never happened before or since, not even close.
I was driving on a dirt road in Western, KS, North West of Dodge City. I passed over a slight rise and saw a wooden bridge maybe a hundred yards ahead.
I was not hunting or even thinking of hunting but saw a beautiful buck on the bridge looking at me. Clear as a bell.
I blinked my eyes and instead of the deer, it was a man just moving off it.
Gitchi Manitou.