Tuesday, May 23, 2017

ODD THINGS AFOOT- treasure hunting in the Twilight Zone

The other day I was talking with an old friend who has also been treasure hunting for at least as long as I have, more than 50-years, and we shared some odd things that have happened on certain treasure hunts. And I don't mean just a day-trip to a schoolyard or park, but heading into the woods, onto a deserted island, or anchored at sea for a few days.


A trip into the everglades in 1980, on a friend's air-boat. We were looking for the remains of a Seminole Indian village deep in the swamp, where stories of stolen, then buried, U.S. Army gold during the Seminole Indian Wars exerted a strong pull on our sense of adventure. Long before Google and GPS, we used a U.S. Geodetic Survey map to mark the location we thought had been the village, based on some of our library research, existing on a large hammock area in the sea of grass.

A Must Vehicle For Everglades Treasure Hunting

We had the top metal detectors of the day aboard; my green-enameled Garrett ADS Deepseeker with it's 14" white dish-platter coil, Ed's cobalt-blue Whites Coinmaster 5000-D, and Larry's frog-green Garrett Groundhog. We left from a boat ramp just off Florida's Route 27, a few mile north of Alligator Alley, coming out of Ft. Lauderdale and heading across the glades to Naples, on Florida's west coast. About a third of the way across lay The Great Cypress Swamp, a protected wildlife area filled with small and large beasties of all descriptions.

It was late in the afternoon, and we planned to camp on the hardwood hammock, as there was a cleared area high and dry where we would be using our machines. This was also where we had supposed the Seminole village would have been in the 1840's. We skimmed in, propeller roaring, and beached the air-boat. We were carefully watching for ornery little poisonous water moccasins, and peeping-tom alligators, as we dragged our camping gear up onto the dry, and set up our tents, laid out the campfire ring, and eagerly pulled out our detectors.

An interesting afternoon ensued in the few hours before dark, as we dug water-filled holes (if the holes were NOT filled with water, they would be) aplenty around the hammock, finding lead weights, spent bullet casings, and...you guessed it...pop-tabs! Larry's Garrett Groundhog burped as the batteries died, and Ed and I helped wrestle the machine apart (in those days, you practically had to disassemble the machine to replace the batteries, pulling the entire top panel off the machine, then fish thru brightly-colored tangles of wires to get to the battery holder)

Darkness enveloped our little hammock, and we finally lit the campfire inside the small ring of limestone coral rocks. We had a can of McCormick beef stew bubbling over the fire in no time, and we were so hungry by then we almost got 3rd degree burns in our mouths gulping it down by the cupful. The sounds in the everglades in the dead of night are hard to describe, mostly the grunting of alligators, occasional  splashiness in the water as fish outrun larger fish, and a slight hum of insects. What woke me up was the sudden absence of these sounds, and as I pushed my way out of the tent I saw Larry standing by the air-boat, and suddenly noticed an eerie purple glow lighting up the entire hammock. Larry was staring up at a bright purple light parked over the saw grass, and I crept over to where he was standing.
A recreation of what we saw...a poor one, I might add...

The thing was silent and just sitting there, about the size of an automobile, with light coming from it almost in the ultraviolet range. Larry said, "Go get your M-1," which I had brought along, as nobody goes into the everglades without a good rifle or pistol. I didn't say anything, thinking, like I used to do when we hunted wild boars, that shooting it would just make it mad. "What the fuck is that?" said Ed, who had come out of his tent behind me, then he said "Where's the gun???"  The odd characteristic about the thing, other than the fact it existed in the first place, was that a ring of light surrounded it like a glow, but was separate from the object's glow, which seems, even now, impossible. Light just does not behave that way.

Larry said, "Let's get the ever-loving crap outa here!" jumped into the the air-boat, turned the key, and...nothing. The solenoid on the electric starter didn't even click. At that point, without a sound, the object started to move straight up and accelerated until we couldn't see it anymore. We all jumped, now in the pitch dark, as the starter suddenly whined and spun the propeller, then stopped and was silent. "Damn," said Ed. We spent the rest of the night with the campfire roaring and my rifle across my lap, as we drank coffee until the sun finally came up.

We loaded up the gear the next morning. Larry turned the key and the propeller roared to life. We beat it back to the boat-ramp off Rout 27 and never spoke of it again. Larry got killed in a car crash in New York a few years later, and Ed died of cancer a few years after that. If you treasure hunt long enough, in lonely places, you'll see a thing or two yourself.

7 comments:

  1. Hi Jim:

    Were there any other reports of the light in the media/press?
    Spooky.

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  2. I don't think so John, although this was the same year and time of the fiasco at Bentwaters AFB in your part of the woods. We were not initially afraid, because we did not understand exactly what we were seeing (and we...actually I, since I'm the only one left, still don't)and did not get really frightened until Larry tried to fire up the air-boat and we realized we were stranded with this thing. I still get the chills thinking about it!

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  3. Ah, Bentwaters!

    There was no alien problem at Bentwaters/Woodbridge other than a 'nuke' falling off an F-111 coming in to land at Woodbridge. Some authors made a bomb (excuse the pun) in flogging dire books to 'believer's of alien landings.

    Factually, the political fallout of a US 'nuke' coming adrift from a US plane would have been manna from heaven for Britain's politically ultra Left at a time when the Soviets where missing to invade Poland. Hence the leaked BS about an alien landing.

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  4. This was at a time when the Poles were demonstrating and demanding democracy to throw off the yoke of Communism. The Soviets had tanks massed on the Polish borders ready to quell what they saw as an uprising.

    Units of the UK-based US Airforce were on full alert, and months previously Margaret Thatcher had been elected Prime Minister. The politically hard Left - working for the Communist cause in Britain - were already claiming that the UK was little more than an unsinkable aircraft carrier for US, she being a poodle for the US administration, which was course Soviet inspired propaganda.

    To have admitted that a 'nuke' had been involved in an incident on UK soil would have played into their hands. Hence the UK/US bullshit machine went into overdrive using the more gullible to propagate the alien landing nonsense.

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  5. Jim I have witnessed a few of those lights myself. Usually Sunday mornings around 2 or 3 am and almost always after a hard night of partying.

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    1. In this case, the rest of the party-goer's saw em' too...and tried to escape, Dick!

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