my dad passed away this past october.
he and i was hunting buddies all my life.
deer season was real hard on me.
opening morning i was sitting in my stand with tears in my eyes.
then i noticed a mist in the air that filled the whole inside of the blind.
it hung around for several minutes then faded away.
after it left, a nice buck came out and stood broad-side.
i really felt like dad was there with me for those few minutes.
i don't know what it was. i hope it was him.