95% of UFO sightings can be written off as nothing: weather phenomena; misidentified aircraft; mistakenly identified stars or planets. 5% cannot be explained. In this series we’ll be looking at the mass sightings. The abductions. The unexplained deaths. Real cases, with real people.

These are the 5%. These, are the UFO files.

This week, it's part two of the Travis Walton Abduction case. In case you missed it, here's part one.

Part Two

It’s been five days since Travis Walton disappeared in the Apache-Sitgreaves National Forest near Snowflake, Arizona. The November nights have been cold, some of them sub-zero, and the police are becoming more certain by the day that one of Walton’s co-workers who reported him missing is more than likely his killer. Far from convinced of the strange story of UFOs told by the six men who did return from the forest, they subjected the forest workers to polygraph tests. Police are dumbfounded when five of the men pass, one result is inconclusive. Over 50 searchers, helicopters, and sniffer dogs have been searching the area where Travis disappeared, to no avail. Wary of being hoodwinked, the police have released a picture of Travis Walton, asking anyone with any information to come forward.

Nobody has responded.

If the five days since the disappearance have been difficult for the police, they have been hell for the family. The press have been interested from the off, but since the men passed the lie-detector tests, scrutiny has reached fever-pitch. Worse than that, the family have been receiving prank phone calls. Every time the phone rings, it’s either a reporter looking for a scoop, or a member of the public making fun of them and their story. So when the phone rings on the fifth evening of Travis’s absence, his brother-in-law Grant is reluctant to pick up. The only feeling stronger than that reluctance is the desire to know where Travis is, so he answers.

On the other end of the line is a garbled, excited voice. Another prank. Grant is about to hang up, when the voice becomes clear. “It’s me! It’s Travis!”

He jumps in his truck and heads for the location ‘Travis’ gave. After five days, it’s natural to believe that this is probably just another cruel hoax. But to not check it out would be unforgivable. He picks up Travis’s brother Duane on the way and they head for the gas station from where Travis made the call.

They arrives at the phone booth to see Travis, naked, slumped inside. They grab him and load him into the truck. Travis isn’t making much sense. They tell him they’ve been looking for him and that they were worried sick. Looking at the clock, Travis sees that it is after midnight and apologises. Duane tells Travis to touch his face. Travis feels his chin and the growth of beard there, baffled as he’d only shaved ‘that morning’. “Travis, you’ve been gone for five days.”

While friends and family (and not least Allen Dalis) are relieved to see Travis return, some are none too impressed. By now the police are convinced they’ve been taken for the proverbial ride. And for every UFO nut who has arrived in town, there are as many journalists and sceptics who think this whole thing has been an elaborate charade. They are in for quite the surprise.

The police want answers. Travis is questioned, and his story is out of this world.

He claims that he woke up at the side of the road because of the feeling of cool air against his skin. When he looked up, he saw another disc. This one not illuminated, just hovering by the side of the road. In an instant it shot upward into the night sky and was gone. From there, Travis made his way to the phone and made the reverse charge call to his sister, where Grant answered. The police want to know where he has been for the past five days. Still badly shaken from his experience, Travis tries to put his experience into words.

After approaching the UFO in the forest, he was hit by a beam of light and thrown backwards. At this point he must have lost consciousness, because when he awakes, he’s no longer in the forest. Now he’s in a small, damp room, lying fully dressed on a table he thinks is at the hospital. He wonders why they haven’t taken his clothes off. He turns to one of the ‘doctors’ to ask what is going on. That’s when he turns to the people surrounding him to see that they are not people at all.

Looking back at him are four creatures less than five feet tall, with over-sized heads, and eyes with irises so large that the whites of their eyes can barely be seen. Travis screams and grabs the nearest object, a kind of lightweight pipe, to use as a weapon. He swings it at the creatures, telling them to get back. They turn and leave the room. Travis scrambles to his feet, desperately trying to get his bearings. He moves quickly to the door, checks the curved hallway, and turns left. There he reaches another door. Heart pounding, he enters the room and sees a chair, facing away. He creeps behind the chair, unable to see if anyone is sitting in it, desperately wanting to avoid any further interaction with the small beings he has just encountered. As he gets closer to the chair in the centre of the room, the strangest thing happens: the walls become translucent, and Travis can see beyond them, into a sea of stars. Relieved to see that the chair is empty, he sits and inspects the control panel before him. Worried that touching anything will alert his captors to his presence, he quickly leaves and re-enters the hallway, moving on to another room, where he’s relieved to see another human. Over six-feet tall. Travis tries to engage in conversation, but this tall figure remains silent, leading Travis to another room.

In this room are three more people - two men and a woman. He asks them where they are and what is going on and is again met with silence. They led him to a table and made him lie down. Wondering what was going to happen to him, he lost consciousness, the next thing he knows, he’s naked at the roadside.

The police make the shaken Travis Walton take a lie-detector test. Given Walton’s confused mental state, rather unsurprisingly, the test comes back all over the place, indicating deception. But that is not the end of the story.

Since then, Travis Walton has passed 12 separate lie-detector tests.

One of the crewmen was offered $10,000 to ‘come clean’ and denounce the whole story. While he must surely have been tempted by such a large sum, he declined.

Many have claimed that the whole story was a hoax, yet none have been able to provide proof to substantiate their claims. In the five days that Travis was missing, no evidence of Travis was found in the woods, and not one person came forward saying they had seen him. In the face of ridicule and scrutiny, none of the men have changed their story, despite being offered financial temptation to do so. While Travis Walton has made money from the event, he had to wait years before that was possible. In those years he faced mockery and surely must have been tempted to say that it was not true. During that time, nobody came forward to say it was a hoax, and it was by no means certain that sticking to his guns would have led to financial benefit. Travis did not change one word of his story.

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5th November 1975, Apache-Sitgreaves National Forest near Snowflake, Arizona.

Six men are tearing at dangerous speeds through the forest near Snowflake, Arizona. They are piled into a pick-up truck and returning from a hard day’s work in the forest, making clearings in the trees to slow the inevitable forest fires next summer. However, their breakneck driving is not from recklessness, but from sheer terror. “Is it still behind us?!” shouts the driver. Whatever the response, he will not slow down. He has no intention of slowing down until he’s out of that forest and safely back home.

One of the crew pleads with his friends. “We have to go back.” But his pleas fall upon deaf ears. At first. “We can’t just leave him.”

The driver (and crew foreman), Mike Rogers, finally hears the cries from the back and draws the truck to a screeching halt. The men sit silently, breathless, until another man speaks. “He’s right. We have to go back.” It’s agreed. Decision made, the driver turns his truck around, and they make the same journey that the seven of them had taken that morning, but now their thoughts aren’t on the day’s work ahead of them. They’re on the empty seat beside them, and the ominous disappearance of their colleague.

The day leading up to this moment had been pretty average. A bunch of guys working their way through the forest, clearing gaps in the forest to slow any fire that might break out in the coming dryer weather. But all was not well. Two of the crew members, Allen Dalis and Travis Walton, were in the midst of a dispute. Because of this, Dalis had been toying with Walton, felling trees dangerously close to him. Walton knew that there was work to be done and spent the day getting further and further from the belligerent workmate, to avoid conflict and inevitably slowing the whole operation down. Eventually, darkness fell and it was time to go home. They loaded their tools into the back of the pickup and climbed in, ready for rest at the end of a long day. But it was on that drive homeward that things took a dark turn.

As the truck weaved through the forest, a light appeared ahead of them through the trees. The men were all baffled as to what it could be, later struggling to describe the light. Struggling to say if the light was coming from a craft, or if the light was the actual craft itself. But there was a craft. A saucer shaped- object 20 feet in diameter. After a few minutes, they decide to investigate further. The truck comes to a stop and the men sit staring. “What is that?”

That’s when Travis Walton opened his door.

The others were shocked as Travis started towards the craft. They too left the truck and pleaded with him to come back, but he didn’t come back. He carried on towards the strange light. The air felt thick with static as Travis neared the light. There was a blinding flash and a scream, and when the light subsided, Travis was gone. The men had seen enough. They turned and sprinted back to the truck and fled until some semblance of calm was regained.

Now they were driving back to the scene. The men in the truck were terrified, shaking uncontrollably and rattled by what they had seen. Upon returning to the scene of the disappearance they sat in the truck, trying to build up the courage to step back out into the night, into the cold darkness that had taken their friend. The light was nowhere to be seen and they hadn’t actually seen it since that bright flash. They debated what exactly they had seen. A beam of light came from the craft and drew Travis in. They had all seen the same thing. Sure that whatever had taken Travis was gone, the men left the truck. Still shaking, they linked arms and stepped in the forest.

“That’s your story?”

The police were naturally sceptical. Seven men enter a forest with chainsaws, and after a long day of hard work where tempers are flaring, only six come out. The theory put itself together. Foul play was afoot and the most likely answer was that Travis Walton had been murdered, and his body hidden.

And yet their tall tale had about it a ring of truth. The men were genuinely distressed, and were insistent that the police search the area where Travis had gone missing. The police agreed and took the crewmen back to the forest, but their search was without success. A more thorough search was planned for the next day. This, too, was fruitless. The temperatures would drop below zero and the odds of finding Travis Walton alive were diminishing by the day.

The police continue the search but by now are seriously considering the alternate, and much more likely theory that Walton has been murdered. The men are questioned, separately, and the police are amazed that six people have their story so straight. They all report the same thing and none of their stories change. The men even state their willingness to take a polygraph test to prove not only their innocence, but their truthfulness.

The men get their wish. Cy Gilson, a polygraph examiner from the Dept of Public Safety is called in. The men are tested, and not only questioned as to whether they had anything to do with the disappearance of Travis Walton, but also regarding their bizarre cover story of flying discs and lights in the sky. And the strangest thing happens: they pass. Five of the six men come through the test without detection of deception. One test, that of Allen Dalis, is inconclusive.

It has been five cold nights since Travis disappeared, and if he had been alive at the time of his disappearance as his fellow crewmen stated, he was now almost certainly dead. The police begin questioning friends and family members of the crew, including those of Walton, determined to get to the bottom of what is going on.

In the five days since Walton’s disappearance, the spotlight and scrutiny has been building on Allen Dalis. He was the one with a motive. The dispute between him and Travis at the forefront of police minds. His was the lie detector test which had returned inconclusive. So it was that on November the 11th, days after he’d gone missing, that nobody was more relieved than Allen Dalis to hear that Travis Walton had returned.

And if investigators thought the claims of his crewmen were unbelievable, they ain’t heard nothing nothing yet...

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 95% of UFO sightings can be written off as nothing: weather phenomena; misidentified aircraft; mistakenly identified stars or planets. 5% cannot be explained. In this series we’ll be looking at the mass sightings. The abductions. The unexplained deaths. Real cases, with real people.
 
These are the 5%. These, are the UFO files.

Melbourne, Australia. 6 April 1966: Graham Simmonds is school captain at Westall High School in the state of Victoria, Australia. One ordinary Wednesday afternoon, he is performing an experiment, mixing chemicals in a flask he had held up to the window, when in the background something catches his eye. A grey saucer shaped craft roughly twice the size of a family car. Panic is about to hit the school.
 
So begins the most famous UFO case in Australian history. The Westall UFO.
 
The round silver disc hovers low over the empty fields by the school. It isn’t long before the kids out in the yard on their break see it. Word quickly spreads. So does the panic. The kids’ reactions are varied. Some start screaming. Running inside. Others are almost hypnotised by what they are seeing and chase after the object.
 
Inside the school some of the kids who’d run inside alert a chemistry teacher. She wastes no time in grabbing her camera. Out in the yard she snaps photos of the object. Pandemonium breaks out at the school. By now word was spreading among the teachers, asking one another ‘Did you see it?!’
 
Outside, 5 Cessna aircraft appear on the scene, seemingly tracking the object. The disc moves at high speed, before hovering low behind trees in the nearby field. According to witnesses, it’s like the UFO is hiding. And the moment the planes have gone, the disc shoots off.
 
One group of school kids has followed the disc into the wooded area behind the school. One of these is Terry Clarke, who arrives to see two of her schoolmates already there. One girl, Tanya, has passed out. Terry follows the disc to a patch of flattened grass. Whatever ‘it’ was, had landed. She then watches in disbelief as the disc rises slowly above the tree line, tilts to one side, and takes off. Jacquie Argent takes Tanya back to school where an ambulance is called.
 
(According to an interview given to an Australian TV’s Studio 10 on the 50th anniversary of the event, the day after the incident, Jacquie went to visit Tanya at her home. An English speaking lady answered the door and told her that nobody by the name of Tanya had lived at that address. She had visited the house before on more than one occasion. Tanya’s parents did not speak English. At the time of writing she has not seen Tanya since.)
 
As all of this is happening, a few miles away, a market gardener sees the disc. He and his boss watch it for several minutes before the kids from the school arrive on their chase of the object. Out of nowhere, two camouflaged trucks and two jeeps arrive. 20 men in uniform get out. At another part of town, in an area of grassland called ‘The Grange’ two kids also see men arrive in trucks. The men in blue uniforms sweep the tall grass with metal detectors. They then start kicking the ground as if trying to flatten something before getting back into their trucks and disappearing.
 
With the kids finally corralled back into the school, a special assembly is called. The kids are told in no uncertain terms not to discuss the sighting. They are even told not to discuss it amongst themselves. Nobody is allowed to leave the school.
 
Outside the school, the police have arrived. They are quickly joined by the local Channel 9 news team. The kids are told that they couldn’t discuss the sighting on school grounds.
 
Graham Simmonds is walking the halls of the school, making sure all students are in their rooms, when he sees his chemistry teacher at an entrance. She is involved in a heated discussion with the headmaster and a man in a blue uniform (again, it’s unclear if this is a police officer, member of the Air Force, or someone else). The conversation ends with the men not only insisting that they take the film with the photos on, but the whole camera.
 
One of the students is taken to headmaster’s office. When she enters, the two men in suits are there. Only one speaks. He asks quick-fire questions, and the student gets the impression that the whole process is designed to sew seeds of doubt and make her question the whole event, telling her, ‘We suppose you think you saw a flying saucer… We suppose you think you saw little green men’.
 
When the chaotic school day is over, the kids go outside, and once off school property, they are interviewed by the Channel 9 news team. As one girl (Joy Tighe) is telling her story, a man in a blue uniform who “may have been Air Force or police” interrupted the interview, telling Channel 9 to stop filming and the girl to go back inside.
 
When the initial furore has died down, two officers visit teacher Andrew Greenwood at his home. They threaten him. They tell him that if he speaks out bout the sighting, he’ll be branded an alcoholic. His career will be over. He’s told to keep his mouth shut under the Official Secrets Act.
 
A mass sighting. Hundreds of witnesses, children and adults alike. Can this just be written off as mass hysteria?
 
It could, however, local reports from newspapers at the time suggest that the school in Westall wasn’t the only sighting.
 
Four days earlier, someone snapped a photograph of an object identical to the kids witness statements over the back of his property a few miles away. And two days before the sighting, a construction contractor in Central Victoria had a strange encounter of his own.
 
He was driving a lonely lane at night when he saw an object by the side of the road. It hovered in the trees, shooting a beam of light to the ground. He was shocked to see that the beams from his headlights bent in mid-air, towards the object, as if under magnetic influence. It then started pulling his car towards the trees. He’d seen enough. He fired up his car and left. The construction contractor wouldn’t have reported his incident if he hadn’t heard about something that took place on the same stretch of road two days earlier.
 
A young man had died after driving into a tree. One of the trees that the object was pulling his car towards.
 
Government officials from the Air Force later visited the contractor at his home and checked his car. He asked for updates on the case which he was told he would certainly get. He never saw or heard from the man again.
 
Another witness later came forward. He too was at The Grange at the time of the sighting. He went back the next day to investigate what had happened. He was stopped by the Army and told in no uncertain terms that the area was out of bounds. He returned a week later to the general area, and all of the grass in the paddock had been cut. Stranger still, the area where the discs had actually landed had been burnt.
 
The 5 light aircraft which appeared on the scene were never explained, with the RAAF denying all knowledge of them. If you were to visit The Channel 9 archives, you would find the footage of the interviews with the schoolchildren is missing.

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These are the 5%. These, are the UFO files.

The Roswell Incident is arguably the most famous of all UFO cases, but more than that, it is seen as the start of the modern UFO era. This next incident took place in June 1947 - two weeks before Roswell, and three days before Kenneth Arnold reported seeing UFOs while flying over Mount Rainier, objects that he claimed moved like a saucer skipping across water - birthing the phrase ‘Flying saucer’.

Puget Sound in Washington state is a 2800 square mile complex of bays, islands and coves. Logs from nearby “jams” escaped and floated on the surface of the waters creating a hazard for any boats. Harold Dahl takes his son, his dog and two men out to salvage the logs, taking them to nearby mills to claim a fee. They are in the waters just south of Maury Island when suddenly, something unusual appears in the clear skies above them: 6 metallic donut-shaped UFOs estimated to be 100ft across.

The objects are flying in formation, five of them circling the sixth, which seems to be in trouble. Worried that the UFO will hit his boat, Dahl quickly takes it ashore. They watch from the beach as the object veers from side to side, dangerously close to crashing into the water, when a huge explosion rips through the bay. The central object ejects hot, metallic debris which rains down into the water, onto the beach, and onto the boat. His son is struck, burning his arm. The dog too is hit, killing it instantly. The event goes on for a few minutes, time enough for Dahl to grab his camera and take photographs. Whatever was wrong with the struggling craft, the ejection seems to fix and it is once again surrounded by the others. They speed out of sight in silence. The stunned men regain their senses and collect some of the jettisoned debris. They report their finds as black, lava-like stone.

They hurriedly board the boat and head back to the dock where Dahl gives the camera to his boss, Fred Crisman. He told Crisman what had happened, but the boss was naturally sceptical. However, when the photos were developed they did show unusual flying craft. Still not convinced, Crisman went out to Maury Island himself and collected some of the strange debris.

One morning shortly after the sighting, Dahl got a knock at his door. He was shocked to open it to a man wearing a black suit. The man invited Dahl to breakfast. It was at this breakfast meeting that the man in the black suit issued a chilling warning: bad things would happen to Dahl and his family unless he kept his mouth shut.

This is the first reporting sighting of a Man in Black.

As time went by Fred Crisman wanted answers. He contacted Chicago publisher Ray Palmer, editor of sci-fi magazine Amazing Stories, who then sent Kenneth Arnold $200 (over $2,200 in 2018) to investigate. Arnold of course had by now had a very famous sighting of his own. So pleased was he with the sum of money mentioned, that he was overheard at the office of the Idaho Daily Statesman bragging about his fee.

Being a good citizen, the editor immediately sent a telegram to Air Force intelligence. The Air Force sent two Air Corps Officers, Captain Davidson and First Lieutenant Brown, from Hamilton Field up to Tacoma. They gathered the strange material from Dahl and Crisman and according to some reports they also took the photographs. They boarded a B-25 bomber with a crew of two other men for the return flight back to Hamilton Field and took off just after midnight.

That flight would never reach its destination.

Around twenty minutes after take off the flight got into difficulties over the town of Kelso. It crashed just outside Kelso, killing Davidson and Brown. The other two crew members parachuted to safety.

There are reports of suspicious deaths surrounding the aftermath of this incident, involving newsmen and reporters, and also an attempt on the life of Kenneth Arnold. I was unable to find any reliable sources to substantiate these claims. One interesting factoid that did emerge was that Fred Crisman, Dahl’s boss at the salvage company, was one of many people accused of involvement in the assassination of John F. Kennedy. Crisman even testified in front of the Grand Jury in the trial of Clay Shaw, the only prosecution connected with the entire assassination plot. Shaw was acquitted.

Subsequent searches of the crash site have yielded nothing. None of the debris, nor the photographs were seen again. This was at a time before UFO reports were common and leaves us with more questions than answers; was this an elaborate hoax? Who was the strange man in the black suit? Would the army go to the trouble of sending anyone to recover evidence unless they were convinced something happened? One thing is certain: on the 1st August 1947 Captain William Lee Davidson and First Lieutenant Frank Brown died in a plane crash. We may never find out if that crash had anything to do with a UFO.

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These are the 5%. These, are the UFO files.

4 October 1967, Shag Harbour, Nova Scotia

Barrington, Shelburne County, is home to a host of small villages, the small fishing community of Shag Harbour is just one of them. Sitting on the South Shore of Nova Scotia, the population of roughly 400-450 gets most of its income from lobster fishing. One such fisherman, Laurie Wickens, is driving home with friends from a dance. The mood is relaxed, and the group are in high spirits when, off in the distance, Laurie spots unusual lights. He alerts his friends and a discussion breaks out as to what they are. The lights are moving low above the surface of the waters of the harbour. The first thought is that it’s a plane, and the mood quickly changes because it’s clear that this plane is in trouble. Because of the natural landscape, they lose sight of it over a hill, but when they top that hill, they do so just in time to see the plane crash into the murky waters of the harbour.

They rush to a nearby payphone and call the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. As is customary in such incidents, the RCMP get in touch with local fishermen, asking them to help in the search efforts. The fishermen quickly take to the waters expecting to find fire, wreckage, and bodies.

As the search is being carried out, the RCMP are conducting interviews with residents who have gathered at the scene, drawn from their homes by the crash. They report the same as Laurie Wickens and his friends: a light above the surface of the water which vanished into the flat calm waters of the harbour. They too think they have been witness to a plane crash, although there was something different about this. Something odd with the way it vanished beneath the surface.

The local fisherman arrive on the scene where the witnesses watched the light disappear. No fires. No wreckage. No bodies. What they do find is something highly unusual, and it quickly becomes clear that whatever they’re searching for is no plane. The air is thick with a smell of sulphur, the source of which is a thick yellow foam stretching half a mile long. The density of the foam and the way it dissipated, it was unlike any foam seasoned fisherman have seen before or since.

150 miles away, a few hours earlier, 12 year old Chris Styles was about to experience something life changing. He saw the lights over the waters where he lived, and despite the late hour and chilly October air, he rushed outside to watch the unusual lights. He was certain that these were not the lights of a plane. In fact, he got the distinct feeling that he should not be there: like he should not be watching. He got back in the house and received a long distance call from his grandfather over in Shag Harbour. He too had seen the lights. And they had crashed.

He’s convinced that the fishermen aren’t looking for a plane. They’re looking for a UFO.

Reporter Ray McLeod writes a story for the local paper. He also meets Wilfred Eisnor. On the night of the crash, Eisnor was burning an old boat along the shore. He took with him a camera to record the moment for posterity. About an hour before the lights vanished into Shag Harbour he saw the lights and was able to take a photograph. It soon becomes clear that whatever crashed in Shag Harbour is no plane. Through his research, McLeod is pointed in the direction of an Air Force general by the name of Bain. He is shocked to find that Bain is the head of a Canadian UFO research project, the equivalent of the US project ‘Blue Book’. He had no idea such a project existed. His research also reveals that RCMP officers saw the light and went on the record saying as much.

Navy divers are called in and they start searching the bottom of Shag Harbour. The waters are shallow and currents strong, but if the currents hadn’t taken the craft, they are convinced that whatever crashed will still be there. They search for days with crowds of locals eagerly watching from the sidelines. The official records state that the search is without success. Witnesses say otherwise. Jagged pieces of metal are seen being recovered. The official story is that they are simply markers. Used by the divers to denote areas of interest. The sightings of jagged metal don’t jibe with the official story, but eventually the search concludes and the people of Shag Harbour move on with their lives.

Well, most of them…

12 year old Chris Styles would never forget the night of October 4th and as he grew older, he started digging into the events of that night. Chris Styles has spent years researching the incident, building up a case that didn’t fall apart under scrutiny, but grew stronger. He looked into the military records of the time to get more information on what really happened in Barrington Passage. Official telexes reveal something startling: the authorities themselves thought they were dealing with a UFO. The official paperwork of the time actually shows handwritten notes from officers, one going so far as to underline the word UFO three times.

One day, Chris gets an anonymous contact from someone claiming involvement in the official search back in ’67.

He said that this was a “big event” and described it as “something out of the normal”. According to the source the object almost hit a plane outside Quebec before crashing into Shag Harbour. While it was beneath the surface he said that it was joined by a second craft which tended to it. Both moved away later, but where to?

As the Shag Harbour search was going on, something had been tracked on radar travelling underwater along the coast to Canadian Forces Station Shelburne, a joint US/Canadian submarine detection base. When this craft appeared they moved a flotilla of ships above it. Divers told researchers that they were diving over the UFO for a week and they confirmed that they saw a second craft aiding the first. As you can imagine, working on such an unusual mission, tensions between US and Canadian divers were high. One reported exchange had an officer tell arguing divers not to fall out over a ‘Russian submarine’. The diver turned and told him “I don’t know what that God damned thing is down there, but it’s no submarine. It isn’t anything from this planet. You can say whatever you want. We know what we’ve seen.”

It would be easy to write all of this off as hearsay, but a 1993 top secret RCMP X-File is revealing.

According to the official document, a second search was taking place at the same time as the search at Shag Harbour. One line towards the end of the discovered document is telling: “Perhaps it is like the thing they are looking for down off Barrington Passage [Shag Harbour], or off Shelburne.”

This confirms two things: simultaneous searches were being carried out; the object they were searching for is not a conventional aircraft. Exactly what were they searching for? We may never know for sure, but with the multiple eyes witness sightings, the strange foam left behind reported by the fishermen, and the files confirming searches taking place in two locations, the Shag Harbour Incident must rank highly in the canon of UFO research.

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