UFOs - courtesy of zipperzap...
Okay, zip - so the cigar thingy was flying around jacklighting - what ??
Any other Tales of the Visitors ??
Doug
Any other Tales of the Visitors ??
Doug
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Yep - that's right - although, most who have seen the photo contend it looks a lot like
a Marlin 1894 Cowboy. I sent the photo to one of my dad's old friends at NASA (actually
JPL) but never got a reply.
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here's one UFO: http://youtube.com/watch?v=Blvnoao1WO00 -
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here's one UFO:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Blvnoao1
I can beat that!
Well, girls and boys ... here's my favorite story that I've acquired in my short six decades!
I'm an expert on this one - I was there - I saw it and I'll never change my story becauseI can't. It happened.
I wasn't even wearing my aluminium tinfoil hat, or my demon wand, either!
Non-believers ... get your rotten tomatos ready to throw - here's the long version!
I keep a copy of this on all my computer hard drives - I've shared it more than once - even here!
Back in `63 my friend Allan and I had taken some horses about ten miles south of Walter's Camp to hunt wild desert pig (javalina). Although 18, both of us were very experienced desert hunters - we'd been doing it since we were little kids, with our dads and older brothers. We were known as the `Little Desert Rats.' This was probably our fifth or sixth trip alone out to this particular part of the Mojave. All previous trips had been completely uneventful - never seen anything unusual - and mostly successful hunting and fishing trips.
The California side of the river, there, is made up of sand washes that go right down to the edge of the Colorado River, with some occasional little cane breaks that run along the river's edge. Bordering each wash are very ancient lava flows (making rounded, smooth, small flat pebbled, easily walkable, ten to fifteen foot high flat topped flows that are long ridges that run down to the water's edge. The whole place is pretty picturesque and a very desolate part of the Mojave Desert.
The Arizona side (across the river) is completely different than the California side. No smooth sand washes divided by ancient lava flow ridges leading to the river - rather, the Arizona side is a jumble of huge rounded (house-sized boulders) and countless smaller (rounded as well) car sized stones in a jumble all around. The topography there rises slowly up to a sky horizon of about two hundred feet - about a half mile to the east of the river. It's absolutely impossible to walk or drive on the Arizona side because of the endless field of boulders and absolutely no roads. Except for an occasional cluster of scrub brush growing between some of the boulders it's quite lifeless over there - well, no people, for sure.
On this particular trip, Allan and I got to our favorite spot - south of Blythe, about ten miles south of Walter's Camp, in the middle of a rather large sand wash about 50 yards from the river's edge. Walter's Camp is where the dirt road offically ended in those days. It was late in the afternoon.
We unloaded, exercised, brushed, hobbled and staked the horses. Set up camp, and built a fire next to a flow. We cooked, ate dinner and cleaned up by 8 PM, or so.
It was a very hot and moonless evening and there were meteor showers that night - in September the Perseid meteor showers are still pretty active. In the `low desert' starlight is so bright that, if cloudless, you can easily walk the desert without a flashlight (although not a good idea because of rattlers).
That night, we climbed to the top of the flat topped (smooth) pebble strewn flow next to the campsite and walked down towards the river. About 50 yards from the river it flared a bit and was very flat, overlooking the river at about 20 feet above the water.
It was too early, and too hot, to turn in that early so we laid down there on our backs to watch the meteor showers. Only wearing bathing suits, boots, and holstered snake shot-loaded revolvers (let's hear it for SA Rugers!) we were very comfortable. We had left the flashlights and canteens behind in camp.
We were up there about three hours chatting and watching the meteor showers. We lost track of time - very easy to do in the desert quiet.
Finally, we realised that if we were to get an early start, it was time to go back to camp. When we stood up ... and here's the `good part' ... we stood there facing east looking at something that was absolutely impossible. It's akin to walking into your living room to find a hippopotamus reading a newspaper in your favorite chair!
Initially - for a split second - it looked like there were about fifty people standing in line across the top of a couple of the house sized boulders on the Arizona side of the river, holding flashlights, evenly spaced, the lights were a bright white! A quick `double take look' also showed a cluster of bright and clearly defined smaller red and green lights to the left (at it's north end) and another smaller cluster of not so bright and lesser defined bluish lights on the other end.
We couldn't see an outline around the lights because it was below the Arizona-side horizon and the starlight wasn't quite bright enough to illuminate it well enough with countless dark boulders in the background.
The next thing we both noticed (after comparing notes, later) was a very bright bluish-white kind of a spotlight light shining down from the green and red clusters of lights at it's `north' end. The `spotlight' (best way to describe it) was transfixed down on a large rock surface directly below it. The bluish white circle on the rock was very vivid against the darker surroundings.
After only, maybe, a couple of seconds, the `searchlight' snapped off and immediately all the lights rose up in unison to about 300 - 400 feet and stopped there in mid-air. We were stupefied since there was no noise accompanying it's rapid assent - and it just silently hovered there making no sound - no movement! Now at it's zenith and not surrounded by the darker rocks beyond we could see an outline! It was (for the lack of better words) `cigar shaped' and perfectly smooth, cylindrical and metalic-like.
On a still, hot, desert night, you can hear someone speaking in a normal conversational voice about a half mile away. This was only about hundred and fifty yards away and hadn't made a sound as it rose and stopped!
After hanging there for a couple of seconds (maybe three) it shot down river about three hundred yards in a flash and stopped (at the same altitude)! It hung there for about five seconds and dropped straight down in an instant. The last thing we observed was the `searchlight' on the end closest to us snapped back on and began playing over the rocks below. It definitely looked as if it was looking for something on the boulders below. Still there was no sound, none, none whatsoever.
The searchlight snapped off and it shot east - maintaining the same altitude - at a right angle. It stopped instantly and the searchlight snapped on again, playing it's bluish white light on the rocks and scattered bushes below.
As I turned to my left - totally astonished -towards Allan who had been standing next to me I began saying, "DID YOU SEE TH ... ."
He wasn't there! He was gone! Sheer panic jolted me into movement and I turned the rest of the way around to see him running back towards camp in a flat out sprint for his life!
My adrenaline kicked in and I almost caught up to him as we approached our camp, below, in the sand wash!
We have never been scared like that - before or since. When we were 16 we were shot at by some Mexican smugglers, near Inkopah, and had been delighted to return fire on them for a fifteen minute wild melee of a firefight (that we won, may I add) before they broke off and ran away! We were exhilarated - not scared in the least!
Now we were 18 and still afraid of absolutely nothing - especially a string of lights, with a searchlight on one end!
Allan, usually the `Cool Hand Luke' of our hunting group, leapt off of a (about) 10 foot bluff next to the campfire, landed with firmly planted boots in the campfire and proceeded to kick embers all over the now dark and peaceful camp! I, no less freaked out tried to run down a much too steep embankment into camp from the flow above. My feet flew out from under me and I rolled like a ball all the way down ... and came up running!
By the time I got to the `61 Scout, Allan was already there having managed to drag his new rifle across the bare metal bed of the Scout! Allan was always VERY fussy about his guns - even trail scabbard guns - and would glare at you if you even touched the bluing, until you put it down! Then he'd immediately wipe it down with an oilcloth glaring disdainfully at you all the while!
Anyway, he managed to badly scratch one side of his rifle and was trying to jam as many rounds into the magazine as possible! I think he managed to load two - the rest being dropped onto the sand!
I grabbed the backup pump 12GA - wounded Javalina always go for the horse's legs - and managed to get one round in (dropping the rest of a handfull into the sand) before I fled to the tent, right behind him!
The hobbled horses had pulled their stakes and were `escaping' down the wash in a series of frenzied `baby steps!' LOL
We sat - terrified - in that tent for an hour without speaking. We had both unholstered the sidearms and laid them at our sides ... and were waiting - fortified with two rifle rounds and a shotgun round (and about 12 rounds of .357 snakecapped loads) we ready to defend ourselves against any and all intergalactic comers! The thought of going back to the Scout's tailgate and getting more ammo was completely out of the question ... until morning, anyway!
About a half hour before sunrise the sky to the east was just beginning to show a little pink and Allan and I crawled out of the tent. We had dozed a bit - maybe - Allan thought we had and I didn't. One of the few points we still argue about, some 42 years later.
We bellied up upon that flow now armed with .45 autos strapped to our legs and kind of slouch-ran ... as stealthily as you can exposed on the top of a smooth lava flow with no cover - towards the open river. When we got to the same spot we had begun our mad dash west, the night before, we both stood erect and saw nothing - absolutely nothing except empty river and the jumble of rocks beyond.
I have few regrets in my life - but there is one that falls among my the top three. If I could do it over again, I would have stood my ground and stayed ... maybe. Allan and I both agree that maybe the fear may have been somehow induced into us from whatever that was ... but that is pure conjecture and ... I guess we'll never know!
We sprinted back to the camp and unceremoniously THREW the camp into the back of the Scout! We have never before, or since, not carefully folded the ground tarp, tent, carefully packed the poles, food stuffs and other camp equipment into their boxes and containers - we certainly didn't do it that morning!
As the sun was just peeking over the low Arizona hills, to the east, we had unhobbled the horses and literally pushed them back into the trailer without feed or water!
We rapidly drove north back up to Walter's Camp and to the paved road as fast as we could go ... short of killing the horses in the trailer!
About half way there, we spotted a River Ranger (river game warden) standing and steering his small one man boat down the river! We jumped out of the Scout and hooted and hollered him over! With an alarmed look of concern he listened to us as we jumped about like two little girls at their favorite birthday party trying to explain what we had seen! The grim looking law enforcement officer looked interested - but just mildly!
He patiently waited until we had finished, and said, "Well, thanks boys but I've got a long way to go this morning before the sun gets too high." With that, he walked a few feet back to his boat, shoved off and putted away down the river without even a backwards glance! We were dumbfounded!
We had just seen the most profound evidence of extraterrestrial life and HE wasn't the least bit interested!
We made a pact to not tell anyone else - other than our immediate families at home! We held to that for about ten years!
Allan and I were at a party about ten years later and some yahoo was spinning some yarn about some lights way high in the sky that he had seen up in the Sierra Nevada. I smiled at Allan and he smiled at me ... and with a few minutes we had easily taken the `Crown of the Best UFO Story' that night, amidst a crowd of astonished friends!
Allan and I camped the deserts, mountains of the Southwest, Northern Sonora and Baja (and even had a summer's fishing trip, together, up to Alaska once, in `76) ... for another twenty five years, or so. We even pitted and raced the SCORE Baja 1000 a couple of times - SandBlaster buggies. We used lie on low camp cots staring up at the sky at night, often, just watching for a second chance ... but we never got one.
That was out first and last UFO and we ran away!
How, utterly, embarrassing!
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PS: zipperzap -- i don't doubt a word of your story, that just came to mind for some reason, no relationship to your story at all, it is pretty interesting.0 -
That's OK - I don't mind what others think about whatever
yarn I spin and that one's no different. Being there and
'living the moment' kind of invalidates all criticism or
negative comments!
... there are definitely mysteries that extend far beyond our
mortal scope! I do sleep in a tinfoil night hat, though!
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When it was Sputnik year, my family would walk down to the Lake Erie beach - yes, there really was one, then - lay on our backs in the sand, and watch the commie satellite blink its' way across the night sky. On a couple of nights, on the way home, we saw groups of 7 or 8 pinpoint lights heading straight south, make a 90 degree turn at speed, and disappear behind the trees on the skyline.
When I was in the Army, just returned from overseas, I only had a few months left to serve, so the Army assigned me to be a scope dope at the Niagara-Buffalo NORAD Control Center - Missile Master/S.A.G.E. One graveyard night, I tracked an "unknown" flying West to East, right down the US-Canadia border. It was outside the envelope of our height finder radar - over 100,000 feet, and was traveling at a measured 7,000 miles per hour. I reported it to the NCOIC. When I got off duty, there were two guys in suits who interviewed me in our ready room, with the door locked, for about 11 hours, without a break. I had to sketch the plot of the "unknown" maybe 15 times, discuss my background with them and justify my report. At the end, they tore up my reports - all the paper work - told me it had been determined that my radar console malfunctioned, and that there was nothing in the sky, after all. That night, speaking with the other troops on my shift, I found out that those "unknowns" were never reported, because of all the bullbitch it generated.
I tracked others in the next few months, but never brought them to anyone's attention.
I have never been abducted, never watched short green people dissect a cow, and have never seen a ship or aliens on earth.
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quote:Originally posted by Doug Wilson
Okay, zip - so the cigar thingy was flying around jacklighting - what ??
Any other Tales of the Visitors ??
Doug
Rabbits...(I think that would be Rabbitos in Spanish!), especially the big Jacks that we use to have, stood right at three feet on all fours and weighed about 35 pounds on average. I haven't seen a one of them in the last 50 years. No sir, not a one.0 -
Yep! That explains it!
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[:D] Yep, I think you're right on that one Zip. The really big ones were reported to be in West Texas...stood up to four feet and went right next to fifty pounds. I think that has something to do with the Marfa Lights. That area just may be their favorite jacklighting ground. Are they into pit Bar-B-Que as well, ya think? 0 -
They were deported to mexico by the frantically busy INS.
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quote:kimi:
I think that has something to do with the Marfa Lights. That area just may be their favorite jacklighting ground. Are they into pit Bar-B-Que as well, ya think?
... I was thinking that - obviously - the Mother Ship returned for them, their mission done, and returned them to the planet Jacko!
... seems obvious to me!
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[:D][:D][:D] Ah yes, to the land of the good King Jackomus! Did he ever take a bride? 0 -
Did they cross breed with antelopes ??
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quote:kimi:
Ah yes, to the land of the good King Jackomus! Did he ever take a bride?
.... funny you should mention that! JamesRK from VA related this story to me just the other day!
I believe he called it 'Jack and the King's Girl'. Correct me JamesRK if I've gotten it wrong.
This is the story of Jack and the King's girl. Now, in this story, Jack is a grown-up boy. No longer is he that little fella that was always in trouble. His "bojangle" days are over.
His eighteenth birthday was the day Jack set off to seek his fortune. He was a might sad to leave home and say goodbye to his Maw and two brothers, Bill and Tom. But he was purty sure that there was lots to see in the world, and this was the perfect day to start seeing it!
So, Jack walked and walked. He went up hills, and round mountains, waded creeks, and finally crossed through Adney's Gap. This was all might hard goin', too, `cause you see, the part of Virginia Jack was raised in was made mostly of hills and mountains, and this was long ago, way before there were any roads-let alone bridges-in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
It started to get pretty dark after Jack crossed Adney's Gap, so he cut some pine branches and made himself a bed under the stars. Then, while he was laying there thinking what a lucky fella he was-he fell asleep. Jack didn't hear the foxes that howled or the owl that "whoo'd" all night long. He just slept soundly.
The next morning Jack made some ashcakes and drank some buttermilk his Maw had sent with him, and he found some blackberries that he ate for dessert. Then, on Jack went. It wasn't long till he reached Bear Mountain. He had to climb over Bear Mountain if'n he was going to see the world. Up Jack went, climbing over rocks, goin' round trees, even grippin' hold of bushes in a couple of places `cause it was so steep!
Jack finally got to the top, and then he started down the other side. This was a might easier than going up. When he got to the other side of Bear Mountain, Jack heard this music, and he being a curious fella, he went to see just what was going on.
Well! What was going on was a party! And right there in that valley, the King of Virginia and all the Dukes and Duchesses of the Blue Ridge were having a party to celebrate the birthday of the King's daughter. They were all dancing, eating, talking to one another, and having the best of times.
So, Jack walks up to the King and says, "Hello, King. May I come to your party?" Jack asked nicely cause his Maw raised him up to be polite.
"I'd be proud to have you join us," the King said.
"Mighty nice party, King," Jack replied, then asked, "but who is that pretty girl over there?"
"That's my daughter," the King answered, "and this party is to celebrate her eighteenth birthday."
"Well, King, she is mighty pretty-mighty pretty," Jack said.
At that moment, the King's daughter looked at Jack and smiled. Jack smiled back, and then he declared, "You know, King, I think I'd like to marry your daughter."
"I don't want to hear any talk like that," the King warned. "I won't let my daughter marry an ol' mountain boy like you!"
"King, I'm bound and determined to marry your daughter!" Jack avowed.
"Listen, Jack, if I hear any more talk like this from you-you and I will fight!" the King responded, with a touch of finality in his voice.
Jack was still polite when he said, "Now, King, that'd be might unneighborly of you, `cause I think the little girl likes me."
Just then, the King noticed his daughter, again smiling at Jack, and he raised up and exclaimed, "Jack, I'm mighty powerful! I'm the King, and I have a army!" The King snapped his fingers and in marched forty soldiers. They stopped directly in front of Jack, showed him their muskets and skinnin' knives, then marched around him three times till the King said, "Y'all are dismissed. Now Jack, you are welcome to stay at the party, but keep away from my daughter!"
Jack didn't answer the King, but went over and got himself something to eat. There was lots of apple cider and ham biscuits and even some more turnip greens. However, while Jack was eating, the King's daughter came over and asked him to dance the Virginia Reel with her.
They were going through the arch the other dancers had made for them when the King's daughter said, "I'm might fond of you, Jack."
Jack quickly responded by asking, "How would you like to become my wife?"
"That would be fine," she answered, "but my Paw would never allow me to marry a mountain boy like you,"
"Well, why don't we just run away?" Jack asked.
"Let's go!" the King's daughter quickly replied, and off they headed in the direction of Jack's Maw's house.
When the king discovered they had run away, he ended that party pretty quick, and he got his army out searching for Jack and his daughter. They looked in every holler and on top of every mountain, but they never even got close to them.
Well, Jack and the King's girl got married, but after about three months, they both thought they should go back and make friends with the King. So, back they went-up hills, round mountains, wadin' creeks, and crossing Adney's Gap until they came up to the site of the party.
But when they got there, there was nothing there but an old wooden sign. Beside the sign an old man was smoking on a corncob pipe. Jack and the King's daughter walked up to the sign and read it: GONE WEST OF THE MISSISSIPPI, signed the KING. Jack thought this sign curious, so he said to the old man, "You know anything about the King leavin'?"
"Yep, I do," the old man replied. "He left so you and his daughter could have his Kingdom of Virginia."
So Jack and the King's daughter lived on the land where they first met, and Jack was King for a short piece, but later he "give it up" so we could have a democratic government and be part of the United States. And that's the true story of how Jack got married, and how Virginia became one of the original thirteen states.
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quote:Originally posted by Doug Wilson
They were deported to mexico by the frantically busy INS.
Doug
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quote:Originally posted by zipperzap
quote:kimi:
Ah yes, to the land of the good King Jackomus! Did he ever take a bride?
.... funny you should mention that! JamesRK from VA related this story to me just the other day!
I believe he called it 'Jack and the King's Girl'. Correct me JamesRK if I've gotten it wrong.
This is the story of Jack and the King's girl. Now, in this story, Jack is a grown-up boy. No longer is he that little fella that was always in trouble. His "bojangle" days are over.
His eighteenth birthday was the day Jack set off to seek his fortune. He was a might sad to leave home and say goodbye to his Maw and two brothers, Bill and Tom. But he was purty sure that there was lots to see in the world, and this was the perfect day to start seeing it!
So, Jack walked and walked. He went up hills, and round mountains, waded creeks, and finally crossed through Adney's Gap. This was all might hard goin', too, `cause you see, the part of Virginia Jack was raised in was made mostly of hills and mountains, and this was long ago, way before there were any roads-let alone bridges-in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
It started to get pretty dark after Jack crossed Adney's Gap, so he cut some pine branches and made himself a bed under the stars. Then, while he was laying there thinking what a lucky fella he was-he fell asleep. Jack didn't hear the foxes that howled or the owl that "whoo'd" all night long. He just slept soundly.
The next morning Jack made some ashcakes and drank some buttermilk his Maw had sent with him, and he found some blackberries that he ate for dessert. Then, on Jack went. It wasn't long till he reached Bear Mountain. He had to climb over Bear Mountain if'n he was going to see the world. Up Jack went, climbing over rocks, goin' round trees, even grippin' hold of bushes in a couple of places `cause it was so steep!
Jack finally got to the top, and then he started down the other side. This was a might easier than going up. When he got to the other side of Bear Mountain, Jack heard this music, and he being a curious fella, he went to see just what was going on.
Well! What was going on was a party! And right there in that valley, the King of Virginia and all the Dukes and Duchesses of the Blue Ridge were having a party to celebrate the birthday of the King's daughter. They were all dancing, eating, talking to one another, and having the best of times.
So, Jack walks up to the King and says, "Hello, King. May I come to your party?" Jack asked nicely cause his Maw raised him up to be polite.
"I'd be proud to have you join us," the King said.
"Mighty nice party, King," Jack replied, then asked, "but who is that pretty girl over there?"
"That's my daughter," the King answered, "and this party is to celebrate her eighteenth birthday."
"Well, King, she is mighty pretty-mighty pretty," Jack said.
At that moment, the King's daughter looked at Jack and smiled. Jack smiled back, and then he declared, "You know, King, I think I'd like to marry your daughter."
"I don't want to hear any talk like that," the King warned. "I won't let my daughter marry an ol' mountain boy like you!"
"King, I'm bound and determined to marry your daughter!" Jack avowed.
"Listen, Jack, if I hear any more talk like this from you-you and I will fight!" the King responded, with a touch of finality in his voice.
Jack was still polite when he said, "Now, King, that'd be might unneighborly of you, `cause I think the little girl likes me."
Just then, the King noticed his daughter, again smiling at Jack, and he raised up and exclaimed, "Jack, I'm mighty powerful! I'm the King, and I have a army!" The King snapped his fingers and in marched forty soldiers. They stopped directly in front of Jack, showed him their muskets and skinnin' knives, then marched around him three times till the King said, "Y'all are dismissed. Now Jack, you are welcome to stay at the party, but keep away from my daughter!"
Jack didn't answer the King, but went over and got himself something to eat. There was lots of apple cider and ham biscuits and even some more turnip greens. However, while Jack was eating, the King's daughter came over and asked him to dance the Virginia Reel with her.
They were going through the arch the other dancers had made for them when the King's daughter said, "I'm might fond of you, Jack."
Jack quickly responded by asking, "How would you like to become my wife?"
"That would be fine," she answered, "but my Paw would never allow me to marry a mountain boy like you,"
"Well, why don't we just run away?" Jack asked.
"Let's go!" the King's daughter quickly replied, and off they headed in the direction of Jack's Maw's house.
When the king discovered they had run away, he ended that party pretty quick, and he got his army out searching for Jack and his daughter. They looked in every holler and on top of every mountain, but they never even got close to them.
Well, Jack and the King's girl got married, but after about three months, they both thought they should go back and make friends with the King. So, back they went-up hills, round mountains, wadin' creeks, and crossing Adney's Gap until they came up to the site of the party.
But when they got there, there was nothing there but an old wooden sign. Beside the sign an old man was smoking on a corncob pipe. Jack and the King's daughter walked up to the sign and read it: GONE WEST OF THE MISSISSIPPI, signed the KING. Jack thought this sign curious, so he said to the old man, "You know anything about the King leavin'?"
"Yep, I do," the old man replied. "He left so you and his daughter could have his Kingdom of Virginia."
So Jack and the King's daughter lived on the land where they first met, and Jack was King for a short piece, but later he "give it up" so we could have a democratic government and be part of the United States. And that's the true story of how Jack got married, and how Virginia became one of the original thirteen states.
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I would be like JamesRK and mention I was going to say the same thing, but no one would believe me since it's all in how you tell it! [:D] Anyway, I'm going to save this one for my Grandson! I might mention how one of Jack's many sons finally made it to Mississippi, only to find a tree carved by the great King, himself, with the letters GTT. Gone to Texas.
If you axe me, Jack shoulda never et anything at the party. If he had'n et anything he coulda stayed foot loose and fancy free somewhere near Adney's Gap.0 -
Interesting story Zipper, thanks for retelling it. 0 -
Does the anal probe hurt? 0 -
AOL says "someone" stole a lake down in Chile! [:0] Hummmmmm could it be?
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AOL says "someone" stole a lake down in Chile! [:0] Hummmmmm could it be?
Allen
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Great story, zipperzap. Thanks for telling that.
I have never had an experience with a UFO, but I am openminded about them. You don't seem like a bs artist, and I believe your story.
Same thing with me and ghosts, prior to the story I related on the "ghosts" thread on this page. I had had no experience with a ghost, but I had heard so many credible stories about ghosts, that I thought that they could be real. After my experiences with my girlfriend's haunted house, I know that ghosts are real, and I don't care if others believe my story or not.0 -
Yep - that's my one and only UFO story - I wish I had more. Never seen a
ghost - wish I had - BUT I've always felt the way you do. Once you actually
see/experience something like that it's not a matter IF they exist but, rather,
WTH was THAT???- and, it's a matter of trying to figure it out!
I imagine it to be like an ancient Roman seeing an elephant or a giraffe for
the first time - sorta takes most of the mystery out of it!
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quote:Originally posted by zipperzap
That's OK - I don't mind what others think about whatever
yarn I spin and that one's no different. Being there and
'living the moment' kind of invalidates all criticism or
negative comments!
... there are definitely mysteries that extend far beyond our
mortal scope! I do sleep in a tinfoil night hat, though!
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Good story Zip.
I saw a strange sight in the sky one night about 1985 just west of Missoula, Montana. While lying on my back one night gazing at the clear star filled sky, I noticed an object that looked to be like a star straight above me, moving north at a speed and height similar to that of a high flying jetliner. After watching it for about one minute, it suddenly shot heavenward at an angle of about one o'clock, and disappeared in space within an instant. Although, this experience was not up close and personal as the one you and your friend had, it is something that I'll never forget.0 -
You ARE referring to OUR zipperzap ??????????
"You don't seem like a bs artist, and I believe your story."
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Yep. Our Zipperzap! Have I missed something, Doug? [:D] 0 -
quote:Originally posted by Doug Wilson
When it was Sputnik year, my family would walk down to the Lake Erie beach - yes, there really was one, then - lay on our backs in the sand, and watch the commie satellite blink its' way across the night sky. On a couple of nights, on the way home, we saw groups of 7 or 8 pinpoint lights heading straight south, make a 90 degree turn at speed, and disappear behind the trees on the skyline.
When I was in the Army, just returned from overseas, I only had a few months left to serve, so the Army assigned me to be a scope dope at the Niagara-Buffalo NORAD Control Center - Missile Master/S.A.G.E. One graveyard night, I tracked an "unknown" flying West to East, right down the US-Canadia border. It was outside the envelope of our height finder radar - over 100,000 feet, and was traveling at a measured 7,000 miles per hour. I reported it to the NCOIC. When I got off duty, there were two guys in suits who interviewed me in our ready room, with the door locked, for about 11 hours, without a break. I had to sketch the plot of the "unknown" maybe 15 times, discuss my background with them and justify my report. At the end, they tore up my reports - all the paper work - told me it had been determined that my radar console malfunctioned, and that there was nothing in the sky, after all. That night, speaking with the other troops on my shift, I found out that those "unknowns" were never reported, because of all the bullbitch it generated.
I tracked others in the next few months, but never brought them to anyone's attention.
I have never been abducted, never watched short green people dissect a cow, and have never seen a ship or aliens on earth.
Doug
Now, that's what I call a report.0 -
Thank you.
I like zip's better.
Doug0
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