Sometimes it bothers me. - by Tocky
theBlackman on 19/6/2008 at 07:32
No tease Tocky. Many a time out in the woods at night (I used to work for the Forest Service clearing hiking trails. This required Living in the woods for weeks at a time now and then), noises that did not seem to be normal animal sounds made me hunch closer to the fire, and build it up to a fuller blaze.
As for the UFO incident. Me and about 200 other people were in Vallejo, California, watching an air show at a small airfield next to the Bay.
The aircraft were engaged in a paper cutting contest. The pilot would throw a roll of toilet paper out of the plane. As it unrolled, the pilot would use the wings of the plane (Piper Tri's, Cessna's Aerocub's etc.) to cut the streamer into pieces. The most pieces cut determined the winner.
The area where this was occuring was to the north-east of Mare Island Naval Shipyard. The day was clear and cloudless. While the contest was going on, someone asked, "What is that?"
"That" was three discs, from our perspective, about the size of a US quarter. These discs were bright silver and in a triangular formation with the leader pointing Southwest. They appeared to be hovering over the Naval Base, although with no scale of reference for size, could have been more to the southwest over the San Francisco Bay proper.
They stayed in position for some 5 or more minutes, then did a slow curve
moving East then curving around to the north and then headed west. As they made the turn they accelerated so fast that they blurred out of sight to the west at speeds not possible by any aircraft of the day.
They weren't Helicopters, as very few were in the area, and the observable height (about 5000 to 8000 feet - based on the known hieght of the planes in the contest) was a bit over the best operating altitudes of most copters of the day. They were not reflections of Searchlights or some other reflective surface. There were no clouds for the reflections to impinge upon. They were not light beams ( no "beam" of light from ground to object, and again a circle of light is possible only with a surface upon which to cast it.)
No one in the crowd of onlookers said, "They are flying saucers", or made any other such remark that might influence the mob of watchers. So "mass hysteria" is ruled out, and I as a 10 year old, would not panic from such a remark anyhow.
The manuevars of the objects in terms of acceleration, right angle turns, and hovering, would have generated forces well in excess of a human body to withstand.
The objects were in view of the crowd and the pilots for about 10 minutes. Only after the nearly instantaneous zipp out of sight, was any discussion about the origin even begun. The concensus was UFO, and individually the descriptions of the objects and thier activity was consistant with what I have outlined. All the descriptions of the objects were the same: Silver discs about the size of a quarter. No oblongs, torus, cigar-shape, or other such that frequently come out of a mass sighting.
The circumstances were such that no special effects man alive could have created the scene and activity in that particular location.
Tocky on 21/6/2008 at 05:38
That's the problem with strange stuff happening when other people are around. You can't dismiss it as easy. I like things to fit in a nice orderly scientific box and not crawl out. They do too. Fit. Somehow. When you know where the spiderwire is you can snip it and break the magic of the floating dollar trick. At least until some wiseass does it another way and your scissors cut air.
My dad was a crew chief at Roswell when they tested the A-bomb. It was dark and suddenly the sun came up so he checked his watch. That must have been a moment when things seriously did not fit. They told them the next day that an ammo dump had gone up. It wasn't the right explaination but at least a comforting one. More comforting than the truth Hiroshima brought.
Heres hoping the truth of the saucers is comforting. Perhaps they were dropping off the script for "The Day the Earth Stood Still" as a warning.
I'll let this sink now. I don't think with my penchant for storytelling around here that I could hurt my credibility but I'm good now Ducks. I think I'll call Kevin and ask him if he remembers the night of hypnogirl, after a decent interval of an hour or so catching up.