What is something you have seen but still don't believe

The best man in my wedding has more stories than I can share.

Best is probably when he saw a manged cat on the side of the road, rolled down his window and threw a hatchet and split the skull from about 40 feet away.

I also saw him slow to an almost stop at 11 at night, roll down his window and cap a rattlesnake in the head with one shot. Never stopped the truck.

I saw my boss about a year or so ago trip and fall into some bushes.

The entire thing seemed like slow motion, legs up in the air and everything.

Most of the day I relived it in my head and wondered how out of all the places in the universe, my presence coincided with her toppling over.

I had to make sure I didn't laugh because she was my ride home.

I saw a recruit pick Miss State over Bama and LSU.

Sitting in my back yard stargazing and having a beer last year I saw what I thought was a satellite but it completely changed direction. On a dime it turned about 70 degrees and kept on going until I couldn't see it. It definitely wasn't a plane and satellites don't change direction. Still not sure what I saw.

I was sitting on the balcony of the condo in Gulf Shores during a storm, when a man ran out to grab his beach umbrella. Lightning struck him and he was dead instantly, charred black. I was maybe 300 feet away. Weird shite.

When I was 16, I was on a date with a hot girl. We went to see a movie that I dont remember.
After the movie was over, we were just cruising around and we had a flat tire on the front passenger side of my car. I pulled over on the shoulder of the road and was changing it, and another guy stopped to see if we needed any help, and was parked behind my car.
I had gotten the spare on and had snugged the lug nuts, but the car was still on the jack,my date was standing beside me watching me.

The guy that had stopped to help suddenly yelled "LOOKOUT" and there was a car coming full speed down the shoulder, driver is obviously wasted.

I tried to grab my date, but she took off running straight down the shoulder, I ran off to the side, and watched as the drunk hit the car of the guy that had stopped to help, his car then hit mine, and launched it like a rocket.

The bumper of my car, hits the girl right in the arse, knocks her down and runs over her.I thought for sure she would be killed.

She gets up after it is over, and didn't have a scratch on her, her clothes didnt even get dirty!
Unreal stuff.

I'm a little older than some of y'all so I've probably seen a few more things that defy logic.

I was pulling Battalion CQ in Italy about forty years ago and was called to the scene of an accident involving a young African-American lieutenant. It was my job to document the accident in a report and to take pictures using a Polaroid camera. When I arrived on the scene I saw a BMW that had impacted a concrete powerline pole at a high rate of speed, obviously, hit it square dead bang center in the front. The driver, still in his OD greens, seemed to be slumped over the wheel, although it was dark and there was some glare coming from the driver's side window. As I began writing the report I noticed another group of Italians standing almost 100 yards down the Way from the spot of impact. Anyway, I took down the license number and description of the vehicle, took a few pictures from the outside, etc. Then I walked over and one of the Carbs opened the door where I could clearly see the body of the driver slumped over the wheel. I took a picture of the driver ... then waited for the photo to develop. When it did, I had to take a second look ... something wasn't right. European laws, auto laws are far different than US laws in terms of bumpers, shatterproof glass, emissions, air bags, etc. He was driving a European built BMWer. The front glass had collapsed in on him almost immediately upon impact.

So I walked down to where the Italians were circled around, about 100 yards down the road, and there laid the LT's head cut-off as cleanly as if it had been severed by a sword. Sitting up straight, looking back towards the accident, eyes wide open along with his mouth .... with a total look of amazement on his face like "oh shite!"

I took pictures, filed my report, and I recently heard those pictures are still on the wall at the Provost's office in Vicenza.

Another thing I've seen that is unexplainable, but I saw it with mine own eyes and there were other witnesses. Twice ... I've seen UFOs. Once right after a jump onto Salerno DZ at Bragg, everyone on my end of the drop zone saw it including a couple of other officers ... we were told to stfu afterwards and never speak of it again. The other time was once over a drop zone in northern England when I was training with the SAS. Same thing, same sort of sighting, except this time the Brits were with me the other guy and me who were attached to them at the time ... again we were told to never speak of it again. They were UFOs and what they did, in the air, is beyond anything you would believe. I believe in UFOs. Not so much after the first one, but after the second one there was no doubt ... we're not alone.

In the sixties I saw a little girl run out in front of a speeding red '64 Impala couple convertible on a paved road driven by a beautiful woman in a head scarf wearing a bathing suit wrapped in a silk wrap ... the little girl, it was like slow motion, ran in front of her and was hit by that big chrome bumper, knocked under the car and the car passed completely over her. She got up and walked away crying. The woman who was driving was hysterical.

At Bragg, there were three of us walking back to our car after seeing a movie one night out off of Bragg Blvd, and as we were crossing the road a drunk driver swerved and hit one of my buddies, a good guy named Castro ... hit him so hard it literally knocked him out of his shoes. Killed him instantly. His shoes were still sitting there in the road side-by-side right at the exact spot where he was impacted.

I once caught the same fish twice in one night. My first child was conceived that night as well. My first wife and I were camping along the shores of Lake Murray. I hooked a big bass near a submerged wood pile and fought him for awhile from the end of a dock but could never get him to the shore. Hooked him on a lime green Mann jelly worm. Eventually I decided he had pulled the line into the wood pile and was tangled, so I cut the line and walked back over to where my wife was around the campfire ... where, soon after, my first daughter was conceived. Early the next morning, before the sun came up, I walked back out to the dock and began fishing with another Mann jelly worm and hooked another fish ... another big one. Got him about halfway between the woodpile and where I was on the dock and he seemed to come to a completely stop ... so I kept fighting him. The sun was not yet up but I knew I had the fish so I kept pulling tighter and tighter ... until the fish was finally fighting me on the surface of the water, just his tail in the water. It was freakish. But as the sun came up it became clear what had happened. It was the same fish I had snagged the night before. He was still hooked on the other line in the woodpile on the same Mann lime green jelly worm, but he had bitten the other one the next morning and I now had the line so taught between the two that he was suspended just out of the water. I felt so sorry for the fish I waded into the water, he was so tired he could hardly move ... and I cut both lines and removed both hooks and set him free. I guesstimated he went about 7-8 pounds which was a lunker in those days. My ex-wife and I still tell our daughter that story ... it was a full moon too. That daughter gave me my first grandchild.

About 10 years ago before I stopped smoking. Walked out on the back patio, looking up at the stars, noticed something moving left to right very slowly across the sky blotting out the stars as it passed. Moving steadily but very slow, seemed to be diamond shaped & about the same size as a pack of matches held at arms length. A very faint barely visible orange light on each of the 4 corners. Absolutely silent. I've never told anyone I know IRL, dunno what it was but gave me a major case of the willies & still does thinking about it...

There were 3 of us driving different pickups loaded with furniture to take up to Athens last summer. We were in some traffic headed to my parent's home to grab some other furniture where our lane to turn right was stop and go and the left lane was totally open. I have a big enough truck that it isn't easy to see around and while we were rolling slowly to the light some kid, had to be like 15-18, started walking like he was gonna cross the street. I stop and he steps in front of my truck and behind my buddies truck and starts walking across. I looked back to see if anyone was coming, not really thinking about it, and I saw a car coming probably about 45 which was the limit. By the time I turned around I saw the kid make a break to cross the street and as soon as I tried to slam my horn it was too late.

I remember it like it was yesterday but it was surreal. He ran out in the street without looking but saw the car right before and had momentum coming back but he got hit dead on. He did a flip in the air and hit my buddies back bumper coming back down while his shoes flew about 50 feet. His head was busted to shite, bones broken through the skin, and he immediately went into shock. Everyone immediately got out of their cars, blocked both lanes, put blankets on him and tried to keep the kid conscious because his pulse was fading pretty fast. Poor lady who hit him was in hysterics but there was no way she could have avoided it.

Anyway, we were there for an hour giving a report to the police and assisting the medics anyway we could. Kid had no ID on him and despite calling local hospitals we never found out his fate but I honestly don't think he made it. I can remember it all like it just happened but it's hard to believe. I'm not a real emotional guy but that shite bugged me for a while.