Wes Coffey

Leaves moving.

A raccoon.

A doe at dusk.

A few does through the night.

Normal.

The image timestamped 2.11 in the morning was not normal.

I'm going to describe it as carefully as I can.

The camera was at the edge of the food plot, aimed out across it.

In most of the pictures, you can see the clover and the brush on the far side, about 30 yards away.

In the picture from 2-11, there was a person standing in the middle of the food plot, facing the camera.

No hunter orange, no jacket, no clothes I could identify at all.

The figure had something dark and loose on it.

A robe, maybe, or just a sheet.

I could not tell.

The camera's infrared flash washed out a lot of detail.

The figure was barefoot, I could see that clearly, and its face was wrong.

Okay, this is where I need to be careful, because my memory of this image has gotten tangled up with everything that came after.

But I am telling you what I saw in that picture, on my laptop.

at about 7 in the morning on October 16th with coffee in my hand.

The face was too long.