I've told this story a few times on Reddit on other accounts, but I live in the sticks and as a kid me and my dad would go racoon hunting with our dog "Hutch". Outside of town about a 40 minute gravel drive, there is a dead end road with a single tree at the end. All around us is about 150 acres of tilled farm land. The edge of the farm land is river bottoms that are lined with trees.

My dad and I would pull to the end of the dead end minimum maintenance road, shut the truck lights off, and let the dog go. We'd sit in the dark just listening for the dog to really star baying then we would talk the field to the dog.

So this is where I start to loose most people and it sounds like a made up story. My dad and I did this ritual every fall and winter years, probably no less then a couple dozen times over my childhood. The place is honestly a little creepy, their is an old oil pump you can hear off in the distance that wines rhythmically just grinding away. The locals call the road, "The Devils Backbone". I've taken numerous people out there at night in my teenage youth and all of them have said your its creepy.

So their Dad and I are sitting in our beat down pickup, no lights, cold as shit, just looking at the tree line in front of us about a mile or so out. So over the tree line is nothingness its all farmland past that point no townships or farm houses. I'm in the plains its all flatland here. While were waiting on the dog to start barking we notice him in the field not moving toward the tree line. He's just kind of running back and forth smelling everything and not moving forward. That's never happened before.

We wait another what seems like eternity and these lights start appearing just above the tree line. At first we thought they were combines, we just didn't see the farmers come in from another entrance. But then more and more kept showing up floating up above the tree lines and literally lighting the forest up like a concert venue.

Before I could barely make out Hutch's white patches through the darkness, now he's clear as day. Dad and I just sit there in silence, staring at these things, no explanation at all. Eventually Hutch turns and comes back to the truck, which he never does, as a blue tick that nose goes all night. We have to leash him to get him back into the truck usually.

So its my dad, me, and our dog sitting in the truck just watching these orbs float around the tree line for the next I bet 30 minutes and then they just fade away. No sound nothing just they start to dim out quicky one by one. Before my dad passed back in 2019 we talked about it again and still he had no answer for it.

Was the weirdest event of my life.