This Story starts with my father, As far as he knows his first experience happened when he was sixteen years old,
*some background on them.
My grandparents and father and his four brothers all lived in a tiny country town called
persimmon, A tiny undeveloped wooded area in south east kentucky.
At that time (at least in this part of kentucky) it was quite accepted for children from the age of 13 on to adulthood to use shotguns to hunt with,
So my father jerry, And my uncle david where hunting for rabbis/squarels/birds, really anything, ~they where mostly out for the fun of it.
When on this day as well as my father can remember was june 17th 1967 somewhere around 3pm, there was no school that day he said so they decided to go hunting.
They had headed off into the woods near there home, When they wernt gone for more then 45 minuets when they felt a tingly feeling all in the air like static electricity.
they looked around and saw nothing and looked into the sky and saw nothing,
Seeing at the weather was a prefectly clear day and no clouds in the sky, they decided it wasnt weather related and continued on hunting, shruging hte experience off.
when then came over the top of the hill they where climbing they where met with a silver disk shaped object that came up over the trees in front of them,
( asked my father for every detale he could remember about the experience and the story gets much much deeper)


((Now realize im not asking anyone to believe this story. I base this entirely in truth,
Because The man is my father, the same man that tought me the importance of being truthful and honest, The same man that took me to church with him every sunday untill he became to sick to go.
This man, Has been and still is the best father anyone could ever ask for in all the world, he has never lied to me,that I know of ever, And I believe his story completely))

I asked him for detales, about the disk shaped object,
He said it was completely silent,
Silver and disk shaped, it had two rows of what he precived to be like windows going around the center segment of the disk.
And inside one of the windows he could see somthing that looked like a silhouette of somthing alive and moveing.
I then asked him how large this disk was. and he said about as tall as a school bus and about 50 feet around,
He said they stood there and watched this disk as it rose up from the trees. and it just staied there above the trees about fifty somthing feet above them.
My uncle who is a no nonsence kind of guy, was so scared at that point he wet himself.
then he raised his gun tword the thing in the window. he was a pretty good shot and had loaded a slug, so he was sure he could hit him.
The disk then as my father explaind it. in his own words (rared back almost like a cat ready to attack)my father then took the gun away from my uncle slowly as at that point my uncle was too scared to even move anyway,
and then the disk,, This part is hard to explain.
It wasnt like it moved, my father said. it was like it just dissapeared and reapeared in another spot. he said, it was then stoped almost a quater of a mile away in a clearing they could see over some trees. and the distance between them and the disk gave them enought curage to run away. but then it appeared right in front of them again. The next thing eiter of them remember it was dark outside and the disk was gone. When they got home it was 9,47 pm.
My father recalls other experiences after that. But he sais he could never tell if they where dreams or not.
Because with most of the other ones he would wake up perfectly fine in his bed.
My uncle on the other hand. will talk about the story if i ask him to. But he doesnt like to think about it. and many times has asked me not to bring it up. only saying. some things that happen arnt ment to be dwelled upon, for the sake of living a happy and full life. I think it frightens him so much hes trying to forget..

Now that is my fathers and uncles story.
but I have my own story. But i will get into that another time.
My story was much more positive. I used to be absolutly terrified of anduction And for very good reason.
And im just not anymore. And im well awear there are many things that can be done to alter ones preception of an experience like that, But the fact is. I used to be so terrifyed, the fear consumed me. because ive had experiences so early on it pre dates my ability to remember them. But even if my last experience was different then what really happened, I would rather hold on to this more positive memory. It has brought me much reliefe from my past fears and i view it, if anything as a gift of mercy.