I've never met him personally, but my experience was in a word 'Incredible'.
It was beautiful winter evening in the Spanish River Park, and I was tired from a long day of snow shoeing through the woods so decided to take up camp in a clearing that was decoratively lined with geometrically placed foliage. The view rivaled that of an exotic adventure article in Nation Geographic.
Unaware of the stigma attached to this place of splendor, I gazed admiringly across the concave clearing that glistened under the cloudless sky, shamelessly showing off the bountiful collage of brightly lit stars. Had I done my research prior to trekking aimlessly through new territory, I might have educated myself on why this place of obvious splendor remained completely untouched by man, animal or machine. There was not a single track in the snow to disrupt the reflections from the heavens.
After carefully placing my vintage WW1 Air Force issued eider down sleeping bag into a hollow in the snow, I proceeded to gather a few twigs for a morning fire. When I returned to my carefully selected camp site, I noted the glistening colors in the clearing were brighter and more colorful than I ever would have thought possible under even the clearest of skies. I stared in complete amazement as the ever increasing luminance approached the brightness of a fully lit cloudless day, but with a dazzle of color that made even the best night club look sepia at best.
As I turned to look skyward a light breeze of warm air past my face like that of an opening oven door. Now I realize why the clearing is so well lit as I ponder at the source of the light and heat.
A little research would have provided me the background on this area; and I encourage anyone that is planning to partake in such an adventure to spend a little time getting to 'know' the area of interest. I was lucky, but as my later research uncovered, many before me were not.
Hovering over my head was a massive object, virtually silent in sound, but when it came to the light show, the volume was at 14! Frozen in awe (more likely fear), all I could do was stand there and stare at what I knew was not real, but it was right there above me!
Next thing I know, there is a thunderous scream of small, finely tuned high performance engines. I hear them slow to an idle, but one. I a furry of unprecedented maneuverability, I watch this single tracked wonder blase across the clearing and proceed to create a patterned design in the snow. As this was happening, a port opened on the hovering object and a beam of light exited in the direction of this man/machine artist, narrowly missing him on numerous attempts. In a few short seconds that felt like many long minutes, the machine and it's operator disappeared into the woods with the hovering object in hot pursuit.
The other riders that had stayed back in the safety of the woods then approached me to see if I was OK, and encouraged me to relocate my camp; an opportunity I showed no resistance to. They explained that the clearing was a known UFO abduction site. They further explained that they saw the object and had come here to see if would land. When they arrived and saw me there, the one rider stated that he had to do something to try to help.
I pointed at the clearing and the intricately carved design left by the now fleeing for his life rider and asked "What was that". The others replied in unison "2011 Assault 800"!
Thank You Assault! You the Man!