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NEWS Volume 1 News letter No.54
South African Ham Radio UFO Interest Group. Known as (SAHRUIG).
NEWS Volume 1 News letter No.54
Don't forget to "LOOK UP TO THE SKIES" you may see something exiting.
Your Comments, Sightings or UFO/Paranormal stories will be welcomed and
are needed. When submitting Sighting reports please send as much detail as possible.
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Sheridan, Oregon - 1950 Disc Sighting On A Farm
Date: 1950
Time: Daytime sighting (morning time)
In 1950 I was living with my parents in MC Minnville, Oregon. This is a farm/lumber community 30 miles southwest of Portland. The location of this incident happened 9 miles west in the yet smaller community of Sheridan. The whole of the area lies in the Yamhill Valley, a beautiful, fertile valley of farms and orchards.
I am sure you are familiar with the Trent UFO photos of May 11, 1950, very impressive photos and never debunked after 56 years. Although a long line of debunkers have tried.
The first week of July 1950 I was spending time with my uncle and his wife on their 1100-acre farm a few miles from Sheridan, the farm lay along a main connector road to the northern Oregon coast. The Trent photographs were taken on May 11, 1950. The incident I am about to relate happened on the first week of July 1950.
I always got up early and helped my uncle milk the few cows he had. The milk he used himself or sold to the neighbours. My uncle was a ham radio operator and would always arise at 4:00 a.m. to play with his radio equipment. Around 6:30 a.m. he would start the milking machine while I fed the cows and shovelled up after them. I remember my uncle being in a grumpy mood as all he could get on his short wave was static that morning.
The farm was located on two adjoining levels of land. One level was along the river; the rest of the farm was on an upper bench of land that adjoined the highway. As we finished the milking, my uncle noticed the sun glinting off something among the trees by the Tamhill River, about where he had his irrigation pumps. He thought perhaps a neighbour was down there, calling it to my attention and he said we should run down and see if anyone needed help.
As we were making ready to go back to the big house about 50 yards from the barn. I glanced toward the river again, where the supposed car had been. Lo and behold something was moving vertically toward the treetops.
I went out to the loading ramp on the eastside of the barn for a better look, where my uncle joined me. It had soon become obvious it was not a car or an aircraft. The craft cleared the top of the trees, about a quarter of a mile away from our position.
As we watched the object, it wobbled in an almost straight line toward the barn from which we were observing, it was round with a smooth top and bottom and no protrusions. As it went over the barn my uncle estimated it was about 40 feet above the roof of the barn. Immediately passing the barn the object dropped suddenly and looked as if it was going to crash. Then it straightened out, regained altitude and moved towards the highway.
It then swept to the right and went over the neighbour's farm and travelled along the highway accelerating at a high rate of speed and disappeared to the east. My uncle estimated the disc was 30 feet in diameter and 8 to 12 feet thick. He was a licensed pilot and had an eye for such things. Even though it flew across a freshly harvested wheat field. It raised no dust or debris and was absolutely silent.
My uncle was a well-known farmer and businessman in the area. He didn't report the incident for that reason, however several people did see the object and made reports. My uncle had a friend with the State Police and a buddy with the County Sheriff. They said that switchboards were jammed for hours between Salem (the state capital) and Portland on the morning in question.
The Trent farm was no more than 3 miles as the crow flies from my uncle's place. However the two flying saucers did not look alike. The Trent saucer had something that looked like an antenna projection from it's top. The one we saw was perfectly smooth and looked like a polished metal.
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Yuma, Arizona - A True UFO Story Inverted Pie-Pan Metal Saucers
Date: August 1970 (roughly)
Time: 3:00 a.m.
Number of objects: 2
Number of Witnesses: 16 people...six adults, 10 young people ranging in ages from 49 to 10.
Shape of objects: Inverted 'pie-pan' metal saucers, which morphed into sparkling white orbs, then back into saucers again.
Weather: clear, warm, windless, large full moonlight lit, starry night.
Thought going through my mind.
So, this is what 'they' look like up close, and I bet nobody has ever seen them do this!
Full description: I will skip the details of my brother and my interest in science fiction which led to us sitting in the front cab of our camper motor home, looking at the stars, as our convoy of relatives made a lengthy rest stop.
The night was clear as bell. We were parked by a lone hill, on a rarely used back road, coming into Yuma Arizona. I say rarely used because, the whole hour we were there, no other cars happened past us. We were on the outskirts of the city, parked in the actual dirt road, beneath a tall telephone pole, on the earlier mentioned lone hill. Just a large bump of dirt really, that had missed getting levelled with the rest of the dirt road.
I remember the full moon being so bright one could see far into the field across the road from us. In this same field, left of the driver's side of the camper, about 500 feet away, I noticed a string of blue lights, lying parallel on the ground, and I
thought we might be near an airfield landing strip.
The lights were like small dark blue stars, the way a black light bulb looks these days. There were two large oak trees in the vast field of yellow waving dry grass, close to the dirt road, about 300 feet away. The grass was not very tall, just like the dead, sun scorched grasses of any given field and about 5 feet high. I am 5 feet 7 inches tall, so the grass would be waist high to me, if I were out standing in it.
I thought the blue lights were a landing strip, because they were that hot electric blue Color, and there were about 18-20 of them, equally spaced apart in the field of dead grass, but there were no buildings, or farms, or anything for miles all around us, and no airport, just the two huge oak trees, the twin strips of landing lights on the ground, the endless grass, and the black, diamond twinkling silhouette of the Yuma Arizona city skyline in the far distance.
A thought crossed my mind for a quick second. Where was the source of electrical power for these lone lights, and who turns them off, and on in an empty field, in the middle of nowhere?
To the right hand side, lay the city's brightly lit black skyline. It had to have been at least 10 miles away, but as the land was generally flat, we had a totally unobstructed view of it. Wondering why planes would want to land in the middle of an empty field, by an oak tree no less, we watched the supposed landing strip to pass the time, hoping to see an approaching plane coming in for a landing. We looked away for just a moment, to ask for a snack plate through the adjoining camper service window.
We hadn't even looked away two minutes, when I noticed, a set of landing lights, one red, two white, and one greenish aqua, coming in low, just over the grass of the field, headed straight towards us!
How could I have missed the sound of this approaching flight? I thought it was strange, they were airplane lights, but it was flying way too low, vertical to the horizontal landing light strip, and it was coming in painfully slow, too slow, like it was gliding or crashing? We didn't know which, so we watched it for about 15 minutes. We wound down the window to listen if we could hear a motor in distress or something.
Earlier, there had been crickets chirping, and all sorts of fresh night sounds, now there was nothing, just a deafening roar of silence. No noise from the low flying plane either. The plane could not have been one mile away from us, approaching, but it was taking it forever to get to us. Agonizingly slow, so slow it appeared to be standing still, which might have been the case!
When it finally reached the two oak trees, it flew between them, and began to ascend, slowly, straight up through the lowest branches, and low and behold, another set of lights, exactly the same, rose up right underneath the first pair!
I said, if I didn't know any better, I would have sworn that, that second plane came straight out of the ground, or had been waiting on the ground for the first plane's arrival. The spread of the planes' wing-span was the length of maybe a commercial tour plane, or a crop duster, it was not that big, about as wide as 5 average cars parked head to tail lengthwise.
Strange thing, these planes were still moving painfully slow and flying just over the top of the grass, skimming it actually.
When both planes reached the oak tree branches, the upper most one veered right, seemingly to purposely give the bottom set of lights room to move up.
We then knew we would now get a better view of these two slow planes as they rose as high as the top leaves of the oak trees they passed, and they were still approaching us. My brother wanted to shine our blindingly bright camper spotlight on
them, but I warned him not to, very unsure why, but I told myself, he might blind the pilots, but these planes were doing things no piloted earth planes could do and maybe the light they might shine back at us might not be so good.
Maybe they were helicopters?
We thought this because they rose straight up in the air, and hovered there for minutes at a time, then they seemed to play with each other, turning, backing up, gyrating back and forth, like boats rocking on deep water, and flitting about, just like a humming bird can do. They seemed aware of each other's slightest movement, like they were alive?
Plane #1 was now just above the two trees in the field, #2 was just above the grass, in plain view, but darkly shadowed by the trees' dense branches. They were both still facing us by the position of the landing lights, when plane #1 suddenly descended so quickly and violently atop #2, we knew they would crash together, and crash they did, and there was
absolutely no noise.
We saw them hit, wobble as if stunned, and just bounce off each other, continuing slowly, both ascending through the tree's thick heavy branches.
The branches bent, and gave way around them, but didn't break. There was no noise of leaves rustling, as this happened, and we were close enough to have heard that.
By now they were just over the treetop's leaves, moving into the brilliant full moonlight, as they silhouetted against the moon, just above the telephone pole on the one dirt hill, on our right hand side, we began screaming.
The planes were not planes!
They had no wings, no sound, and they were completely circular. Like two gigantic pie pans put together! To this day I believe they heard us scream, because up until then, they seemed only interested in each other, and totally unaware of our presence.
They hovered mid-air, after the screams, and then began to descend slowly, right on top of us! They were close enough for us to view the full under side of the ships since they were no higher than the top of the telephone pole, lets see, pole plus hill.
They were just about 50 feet above us, and they gave an appearance of being as light as the air itself by how gently they floated down. They were huge solid metal objects reflecting in the moonlight, but they floated, and gyrated about like weightless spinning leaves in the warm windless night, and they were still descending.
They were close enough for me to hit them, if I threw a rock, and I can't throw worth a dime! They were bigger than our camper and they were going to land right on top of us! All our party heard us screaming, and stuck their heads out the camper door, and out their several car doors, and looking up, they started screaming too.
The saucer shaped circles were nickel colored, dull smooth steel on top with a raised flat darker top, and underneath an equally protruding flat black circular portioned bottom. No windows, seams, or doors were apparent. The colored landing lights, which had no rays, shone bright head on, but dully, when view from underneath!
They were low enough now to block out the moonlight, and they were 3x the size of our camper which was the largest vehicle, holding a family of seven!
Oh! They were going to land on top of us! Suddenly, in the den of our commotion, as if becoming aware of our terror, they stopped descending, just stopped in mid-air, whirling like a gyroscope.
Flying side by side, the two saucers went up on their sides together, from a horizontal to a vertical position, in perfect synchronization, and now stood in the sky, a stones' throw above us, like two huge silver wheels.
Suddenly an intensely bright light like a 4th of July sparkler started pushing out the middle of their dark bottom protrusions, while the same thing was happening simultaneously on the top protrusion, and all this met together around the rims length wise in a cohesive whole.
They literally transformed from dull flat saucers into huge glowing orbs, right in front of, or right over our heads, about 25 feet up, or closer, since I could hit them with a rock if I had had the nerve to throw one!
This took only a matter of seconds to happen, and the minute the transformation was complete, both balls of light shot off like white-hot meteors, in the direction of the Yuma city skyline. It took less than a minute for them to reach the city, where they hovered up and down just above it, looking for all the world like bouncing stars, glittering blue, then white, then red then green.
They flew all along the top of the city, and then they started back toward us! Food, supplies, and people flew everywhere.
Getting in our perspective vehicles, and gunning the motors, we went from 0 to 90 in six minutes flat, raising a cloud of dust so thick we could barely see through it!
Looking out our windows, and up, we could see the objects were back, and following us from the sky. They were now as high as any commercial plane, and looked like two planes from up there, but they were still flying in sync, and turning on
a dime up there! They had their row of landing lights back on, and they were saucers again, but this time the lights were flashing like a real plane would do.
They followed us (chased?) to the edge of the cities' outskirts where we slowed down, feeling safe enough to park, and watch them veer off, and up, back in the general direction from which we had just come! So you see, I know UFO's can transform shapes, and saw how they did it.
I got the distinct impression they were as curious about us, as we were as scared of them. They seemed playful, if a machine could have a personality, like one kitten would play with another. I think they thought our camper and cars were worth looking at. Until we popped out of them.... like fleas or a virus, I suppose! Just an impression I got! Indulge me!
We saw many, many more types after that, a few up very close, but not quite as personal! I continue to watch the skies.
I am 52 years old now, and I have had enough UFO experiences to last a lifetime. They keep happening though!
I believe they still frequent Arizona, and various parts of Mexico, they got us there too! I have seen them actually disappear right while I was watching, so I know they can do that as well. I have to add, I thought they only frequent the rural areas, I was wrong, a couple of good city experiences took care of that!
I tell this story to whoever wants to hear it. It never gets dull for me, this was before video cameras, and for some reason I am glad no one thought to use one of our, then, antiquated cameras with a flashbulb. Geesh!
I will consider writing some more of my UFO experiences soon. I see there is more of an interest now than when I was coming up. I was 19 or 20 when this happened to my family while travelling across the USA from California, to Mississippi.
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Arizona, Travelling South On Route 66 Forth Of July Orb
Date: August 1970 (?)
Time: 1:00 - 2:00 a.m.
Location: Not sure, we had just left Arizona travelling south on route 66 and we were high up in a desolate forestry area on a dirt road again! We were headed for New Mexico, but we were lost!
Number of witnesses: 16, ranging in ages 49-10, six adults over 30, and 10 young men and women, all family.
Number of objects: 1
Daddy had a tendency to not follow the maps outline, which is why we ended up somewhere on a mountain trail, surrounded on either side by sheer drops and huge fir trees. Not wanting to be a part of the confusion I decided to climb in the top camper bunk and sleep until we, or they, the drivers, got clear of the area.
This is the strange part for me.
While I was in the top bunk, just over the camper cab, I was watching the headlights of oncoming cars, thinking my thoughts. As we drove up the mountain trail, oncoming cars were lessening. I began suddenly feeling very drowsy, not sleepy, just not functioning, with a sense of not caring!
At that time I noticed a set of headlights that were coming straight for the camper window, straight at me!
All I could do was stare. I knew car lights should not be level with me, I was in the cab, above the drivers below, but I don't think they ever saw the lights, at least they didn't give a sign by stopping or commenting, since I could hear the conversations going on below.
I stared at the oncoming huge bright lights, just two of them, like a car, only bigger, waiting for them to hit the car full force!
They flooded the top window with light and just at the last minute, swerved right over top of the camper; I was momentarily blinded, but still no emotional reaction. The whoosh of whatever it was that had passed so closely overhead,
Rocked the whole camper truck. All I heard my cousin say was "It's a mighty windy night tonight", and then I passed out.
Now, back then I knew nothing of Lost Time, or UFO's, so I didn't put two and two together until these days. When I say passed out, I mean I just fell down on the mattress, and lay there. Not that I wanted to lie there, but I seemed to have no will, or want to move, and I didn't seem to care, yet inside me, I was thinking I can't move, but at the same time I didn't care that I couldn't move! Remembering that feeling perplexes me, even now!
About that time, as I lay there, almost catatonic, the top camper window, was flooded with light, and the camper rolled to a jerky stop! I heard all sorts of commotion, of my family screaming, and my father praying, he's a minister, and my mother yelling for him not to approach it!
I heard my mother bolt to the camper door, and the sounds of amazement as she, and the camper full of young people leaned out of the door to look at, the thing! I was lying on the mattress at a window, yet I never bothered to look out at it!
All this commotion and I never bothered to just.... look?
I heard my cousin yelling, IT just came through the woods, and sat right in the middle of the road, we couldn't drive past it, it took up the whole road, and besides the vehicles wouldn't start!
I heard my father saying it was an angel, my mother threatened him, that's no angel! What is the matter with you? The thing was blocking the whole road there was no passing it. My Dad, cousins, and others who drove, were standing at the camper nose watching this thing. My mom yelled for me to come see this, before I missed it. I was yelling in my head, Momma wakes me up, but I wasn't saying anything out of my mouth! My body got up and slide off of the camper bed to the floor, I had to go to it! No rhyme or reason, I was going to it!
I was walking like a zombie, slowly, like someone else was guiding my body. Fortunately for me, my large mom, and all the other people were blocking the small camper door, I couldn't get past them. I just stood there in the light flooded camper, but no one noticed how inanimate I was! Had they've moved, I know I would have gone right out the door to the thing!
The moment I realized I could not get out of the door, my family started screaming again, it's moving. It's taking off! At that same moment it felt like something? Released me, and I nearly fell, but I was now myself!
I bolted for the door to see this thing! It was leaving so fast! I leaned over my mom's shoulder just in time to see, a huge sparkling orb, the size of the full moon, just clearing the treetops. In a minute it was already miles away, but in plain view, going straight up! When it was the size of a dime at arms length, it started to emit a vapour around it, which trailed all the way back to the earth softly like angel hair on a Christmas tree. It looked like a soft eye in the sky, with the white soft mascara dripping to the earth.
I stared until only the trail was left. I felt strangely sad, like, they're leaving me? At the same time, I was shuddering at the sight of IT, glad they were gone! The vehicles suddenly started up, and again there was much confusion about getting out of there! We were the only people up on that trail and it might come back? The whole time this happened was for about an hour, maybe more. My mom wondered why I didn't run to look at it, from the first landing of the thing. I never told her, I couldn't move to look even if I wanted to.
Note: There were windows all over, and I had a clear view, if I would just stoop or tiptoe to look, but my body only wanted to shuffle to the door, and it had no strength to even tap the people in front, blocking me access to the door.
Until I was released, as it were, looking did not seem important? I never heard any commands; I more or less felt this is what I was to do. What I must do! And that is not like me at all.
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This document is shared information that is intended to assist anyone and everyone with a further understanding of UFO information from around the world, copyright is supported where due. Our usual thanks go to Brian Vike for his Major, Canadian contribution.
73's and Bye from Peter ZS2ABF - East London, South Africa.
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