My 94 year old Father was a hunter, but also respected nature, which I believe you can be both. Soon after he passed, on a trail I often walk and have never encountered a deer… Far off in the distance I noticed a large tan spot in the woods, that was never there. As I got closer it became clear to me it was my Father in deer form. He allowed me to get closer as he gently ate foliage off a tree. We kept eye contact for quite a while, I cried, I thanked him for all he was to me and for coming to me in this form to tell me he was ok….it took a lot to turn and leave him, I will forever be great full for the signs I receive. Thank you for sharing your story:)