DETAILED ALIEN ENCOUNTER ON A LAKE IN NEW YORK STATE

JULY 24, 1991  ………..HUBBARDSVILLE NEW YORK

I’m talking to my friend and just enjoying the evening, we’re paddling, you know, we get to that, we get to the point where we have to make the curve and hit the last stretch. When we came around the curve, made that last stretch, I’m looking straight on to the source of the lights and the source of the lights was not on the bank or on the water’s edge, the source of the lights was set back into the woods. And at a 100 yards it was, it clearly looked odd to me. It was clearly something there, a piece of equipment, a machine, an object, something fairly large but it certainly wasn’t fishermen along the bank fishing. Okay, what is this? I don’t know but we’re going to find out because we’re drifting and slowly paddling closer to it. I would say probably at 75 yards out I can clearly tell this was a conical shaped object. Why was it conical because I could clearly see the side of it, the cut off top, the bottom, it was conical in a curve because on the right-hand side, my view looking straight ahead, on the right-hand side, it had three stationary lights lit up. I would call them bars or strips, bars, one two three clearly defining the curve of the object. They were amber in color, amber as in the same exact color that you find on your car in your driveway, your signal light. And they were just lit up. The machine was whitish, glowing. The forest floor all around it had an aura of a fog, a haze, something that you would see maybe as a special effect that would occur with the dry ice, the evaporation of the CO2 but yet there was no movement to it. There was just a white foggy aura over the earth. At 50 yards I can clearly see two entities… What it was, I don’t know, but it was two, not one, but two… two figurines that were hiding behind the machine. I’ll call it a machine. They were hiding because they were clearly looking out the side, peering out the side, taking a peek and watching us. They were watching us because at 50 yards I had started to communicate what my curiosity was. What is this? What am I looking at here? So I yelled out to them. ‘How’s it going tonight? How are you doing?’ Nothing. Dead silent. It was so dead silent that I didn’t hear a cricket. I didn’t hear a hear a frog. I didn’t hear anything. The whole environment around us is dead silent. Calm, warm, muggy evening. The two figurines, as I yelled out to them, at that point in time, have ferried behind the machine and made a quick duck behind the machine to hide. Okay, I don’t know what this is going on? I don’t even know what I’m looking at? This is odd. It was odd. What is this machine? What was it doing there? What did I just witness? I just witnessed two figurines, pale, white, with dark black shiny eyes They were larger than mine is the most identifying feature I can make to what I just witnessed. My friend sitting in front of me is witnessing this exact same thing. From a hundred yards to the 50-yard event I had been communicating with my friend and all the way up asking, ‘What is this? What the hell is this?’ I badgered this poor guy so much that he snapped back, I mean, he said, ‘I don’t know what it is, shut up!’ He was nervous. What were we watching. As we got closer, now, I’m within thirty 30 yards. The current is taking me towards this beaver dam. I’m no longer paddling. There’s no need to paddle. My eyes are focused on something and I can’t make out what it is and I, once again, the land is aglow, the machine is sitting there. I would say it’s about eight to nine feet tall. It clearly stood on at least three legs that I could tell. It had an additional feature to it. It had light. I call it light. It had an object on top of it and on the left hand side, as I’m looking at it, would be on the top left, during my shout out to whatever it is, I’m shouting out to with no reply, at a certain point in time, I couldn’t tell you if it was 50 yards. I’ll say 50 yards. It was a little bit of a distance.”


THE STRANGE LIGHT

After the figurines had ducked back in to hide, this object, on top of the machine I’ll call it, it made a complete 180 and turned around, nice and slow, and shined right at us which appeared to me to be a typical spotlight, a floodlight of some sort. Only problem was, it was shining right at us. This round white light source but there is no light shining on our canoe, our bodies, on the water. I don’t know how but we were not lit up despite this light shining on us. This did raise a few hackles on our neck, I guess. This is not natural for this type of thing to happen. I’m curious but I’m also respectful not to, you know, butt in where I don’t belong. I’m assuming whatever’s going on maybe I don’t need to know. Maybe it’s none of my business. Am I seeing something beyond my comprehension, what’s on this earth? Is this entity not human? This machine is nothing like I’ve ever seen in my life. What is it? No clue. Yet it’s there. It is in front of me big as day. It’s silent. No communication. As we drift closer now, we can’t be more than 30 yards from this machine in the woods. The canoe makes its way through the current and finally lands on top of the washed-out beaver dam.

THE WAVING ENTITY ENCOUNTER

At that point in time, you know, we actually literally have to get out of the canoe, just kind of drag it over a little bit, so we could carry on. At that point in time, before we did this, now I’m standing there, you know, we’re just stuck there for a while, just looking at it and, standing right there, just came out of nowhere, standing right there, about 15 feet across for me, to where the water is, to where the bank is, is now standing there, one of those entities that we saw earlier, standing right there 15 feet from me. It looks like a figurine. No identifiable clothes. No identifiable anything. It looks like a figurine. I can only describe it as an artist’s model doll that they use, where they are posed to draw with, this smooth normal shape figurine. This is exactly what it looked like. At 15 feet I should have been able to make out great detail of clothes, of what it was, unfortunately, we’re in pitch-black darkness, the light source of the machine, the glowing light, is 30 yards back, the figurine is half that distance. It’s 15 feet right in front of me yet it’s facing me and what all I’m seeing is the dark side of it much like you would at a campfire sitting around with your friend; you two could all see each other’s faces, but if you were to get up and turn and face away from the fire to talk to an incoming incoming friend, they probably wouldn’t see your face or be able to make out who you were because you are now black. There’s no light shining on you. This unfortunately was the situation for me. It was right there 15 feet away yet I’m looking at just its outline against the light backdrop and it’s just this figurine shape; no identifiable clothes, no hats, no shorts, sleeve shirt, sleeves, no pants that I could tell. He’s smooth, very defined figurine. The figurine made an attempt to communicate with us at this time.

Okay, so, during this peculiarity, as I’ll call it, I’m a mechanic by trade, I’m the tradesman, worked on all types of equipment. I can’t tell you I’ve ever seen anything that quite looked like this object, this machine, nothing that I know of in the world. Never seen anything like it what it could possibly be used for? It was a conical shaped machine of some sort. Back to our friends, our figurine entities who were hiding and that from us, who showed apprehension, I would say, I would call it, didn’t reply to us like a human being would. Who wouldn’t shout, who wouldn’t shout back if you’re only 30 yards away as I’m yelling out to you. I’m just a fisherman in a canoe with a friend, fishing, you could be anybody in the woods at a campsite or whatever it is you’re doing. Perhaps you were doing something you shouldn’t have been doing. I couldn’t tell you if anything like that was going on. My story is, I think, it has much more going on than that, but at that point time we had reached that Beaver Dam. We were stuck there. We had to get out and leave. I’m looking at an angle. I’m standing here in a canoe and I’m looking back at an angle, this figurine is standing right there not 15 feet from me. So all that’s separating me is the water. To them, I’m on 15 feet of water to that bank. It’s looking right at me, of course, like I told you, it is pitch black out and so I could see its perfect figurine outline against the lit background of the machine that it’s, it’s behind it. Well, this is what the figurine did to me and my friend and I take this as a form of communication, I would say. You could see its arm, I’ll call it an arm. It’s appendage. You can clearly tell it had a flat sleek hand, probably had a thumb, you see the V here, it didn’t wave but it’s arm was perpendicular to its torso, very square, like perpendicular, just like this, and this is what it did, in this very slow motion form of a wave, I guess, and its wrist was very articulated, just like, you see what I’m doing with mine, just like this.

That was too much at that point time for my friend to handle. I think he got nervous. This was a very odd experience as you could tell by this story. At that point in time, he had already jumped out of the canoe, yanked it from out from underneath me, I was literally, almost fell into the water, I had the paddle to stop me from going face-first into the into the creek. I grabbed the canoe and yelled some choice words to stop and wait a damn minute and at that time, I had looked back at my figurine friend here, who was now no longer waving. He was just standing there in a very statuesque pose, doing nothing. I never felt I was in any kind of danger. I never felt that I was in trouble. My curiosity overcame all these things but yet something told me to get the hell out of Dodge with my friend and leave which is what we did.

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