
A few weeks ago a Nephew of mine asked me if I knew anything about the Skinwalker Ranch. I didn’t, or so I thought. Then he went on to explain that I should know all about it since I live in the Uinta Basin. He told me that there had been UFO sightings there among other things.
It then dawned on me that years ago I had encountered an unexpected gate on a road I had previously travelled. The gate had lots of threatening signs on it. I asked around and was told that someone was doing research on UFO activity on the ranch behind that gate. And so I discovered I actually did know something about the ranch and could even drive right to it.
I was surprised that living in such close proximity to the ranch that I actually hadn’t heard a thing about it for years.
Back in the sixties there was a rash of UFO sightings in the area and I personally knew several reputable people who saw pretty detailed views of these mysterious craft. A friend of mine has written a pretty detailed account that pretty much summarizes my experience.
I decided to pick up a copy of Kelleher and Knapp’s book Hunt for the Skinwalker and find out the latest on the matter. It was a very interesting, but inconclusive read. It is fun to imagine stuff like the book describes, taking place so near to home. I don’t really doubt the sincerity of the witnesses, but having spent an enormous amount of time out and about in the vicinity and having never ever seen any thing unusual, I do feel pretty slighted.
Apparently, aliens, skinwalkers and Sasquatches find me revolting and are deliberately shunning me for some inexplicable reason. I’ve never snubbed or scoffed at them, so I can’t imagine what I’ve done to offend their mystical sensibilities. I’d like to make peace with them and sit down for a Pow Wow or something, but I can’t find a mailing address or anything that would facilitate my appologetic overtures.
I’ve thought of disguising myself as a Sasquatch and wandering around over there in hopes of tricking them into thinking I’m someone else, but it occurs to me that this tactic may have already been tried. Besides I don’t want to run the risk of being mistaken for a female of that species, if you get my meaning.
I guess I’m just going to have to be content with watching the night sky in wonder and amazement at what I do see, and hope that some day I’ll be inducted in to that exclusive club of witnesses. Perhaps some subtle nuance such as a new pair of bib overalls or a missing tooth will serendipitously qualify me.
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