I believe it is the time to make this report. When it comes to animal mutilations, usually cows and occasionally horses, seemingly it "just happens" with no witnesses. Some say black helicopters are in the area, but I think they were chasing what actually did the job. A helicopter does not fit my understanding of the event. Although I was not a direct witness, I was too close. Here is my story.
On Thursday night, August 29, 1991, my late wife and I were camping on Kennally Creek six miles east of Donnelly, Idaho. That night at 3AM there was a wild ruckus of
coyotes barking. It woke us up and our attention was on those coyotes wondering why this was happening. It seemed like all the coyotes in the whole valley were concentrated just to the south of where we were camping. Imagine a hundred coyotes in one place barking and baying. Then total silence. By total silence I mean that nothing could be heard. We were next to a stream and could not hear the stream gurgling. Many know the wonderful sounds that a stream can make to lure you into dreamland when camping. However, this night, at this moment not even the stream could be heard.
Suddenly, there was a screaming-screeching sound of great volume that lasted more than a minute. There was silence again, that same total silence defeating even the natural sounds of the forest and the stream. This time the silence lasted for about five minutes. Suddenly, that same loud noise, the intense lasting screaming sound could be heard once again, and after it was over, the coyotes were barking once again. We were listening to the coyotes in some degree of fear trying to figure out what was happening and then, oddly, we both fell fast asleep.
We woke up together at 9AM, discussed the strangeness of the night and decided to pack up and go back home. About a week later we invited my parents to join us on a camping trip and returned to the same place. This location by Kennally Creek had been a family favorite since about 1956. In those forty years very little had changed at the campsite. Not even the tiny pond where my sister and I played with frogs and garter snakes has changed, and where my grandchildren did the same.
That night of the first day camping with my parents a local rancher showed up on horseback and told us the story of how, just over a ridge a week before, just 160 yards from our tent, was a horse mutilation. He detailed the usual findings of precision cuts, no tracks, and no blood. It happened on the same night we heard the coyotes and screaming sounds. Some may say we just heard a mountain lion scream; however, a mountain lion does live there, just a few hundred feet to the north and we have heard it scream, and there was no comparison; however, if you need the mountain lion connection, you would have to have several of them in one place and screaming in more than twice the volume as they can do.
Something that bothers me about that trip is the fact that after all that strange activity and being around 3:30 AM or so, we both fell right into a deep sleep. We both woke up at 9AM long into the morning. Usually by 9 AM the first pot of coffee would be gone, the trout would be caught and cleaned ready for the frying pan and life would be fine at the camp. Instead, we woke up at 9 AM and left the area. Did something else happen in those early morning hours that displaced our sleeping? It is just bothering me.
A little more about the location can be given. Using Google Earth ™ you travel nearly due east of Donnelly, Idaho six miles. The coordinates for the mutilation are: 44º 42' 41.53"N, 115º 57' 39.82W and the coordinates for the campsite are 44º 42’ 41.53” N, 115º 57’ 33.39” W.
An old newspaper article was once posted by Google that covered the story as told in the newspapers. However, Google recently removed the news article.
From the camping spot, Kennally Creek empties into Gold Fork River at about 2 ½ miles south as the crow flies. The area is closed now. In 2005 a new rancher up from California fenced off the access road that had been open for over half a century.
Compare my written view of the "silence" to this person when he talks about a UFO:
http://www.forbiddenknowledgetv.com/page/968.html
About Me
- Rramsmate
- I'm a Marine VietNam vet and have done many and various jobs. I’ve had good jobs eating great meals and lived homeless and eating from garbage cans. I believe strongly in the freedom of personal choice. I dislike anyone peddling religion. I fixed radios and TV's during HighSchool. 1967 in the Marines I repaired avionics. In the 70's for the Navy I worked on secret airplanes. In the early 80's I worked for NSA in Cryptography. In the late 80's I did computer system design for the government. The early 90's started I did CNA in-home health care, I worked as Plant foreman making fish fertilizer, and then teaching MiddleSchool. Jan 27th, 1998 I got a penicillin shot and did not know that 1 in 100 people react to it with an immune system change. On June 8th, 1998 I was stung by a bald faced hornet. In 5 minutes my BP was 15/0 then I died. From 1998 to 2004 I worked as in-home health care giver for late wife with terminal cancer, and Dad with severe age issues. That was my toughest job. Later, a most beautiful woman walked into my life. Comparing notes, she was the little red haired girl I fell in love with in the 4th grade while roller skating, and looked for for the rest of my life.
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