I saw one nine years ago on an Indian reserve on my way to cover a band council meeting for a newspaper. Thought it was a helicopter at first. Sometimes police helicopters fly over fields with infrared cameras to locate pot plants deep in the bush. So I followed the thing along a dirt road. Stopped the car and it was hovering almost right above me, at a very low altitude, maybe at the height of two telephone poles. I couldn't tell you just what shape it was, or just how large it was even though it was so close. There were very large colourful electric lights of different shapes, kind of like a fucked up Simon game. There weren't any nav, strobe or beacon lights anywhere on it. I just stared at it for five or ten seconds, trying to fit whatever I was seeing into the shape of a helicopter or plane or some other vehicle that my brain could register. Just when I finally clued in that there was no way this was a helicopter or plane, it took off, and fast. Completely out of sight in a few short seconds. The whole time, it didn't make the faintest sound; not when it was hovering above me, not when it zoomed away. I went back to the office and asked if anybody had called in reporting seeing a UFO. No dice. I have no idea what it was. I don't buy into alien stuff. I was not on the banks of the St. Francis River. It was something, though. If somebody were to tell me this story, I'd think they were full of shit. But it happened.