An Aboriginal human being is out on the hunt one day in Australia. He is far from his temporary settlement hoping to bring back food for his extended family. Suddenly he sees a large flying object pass overhead. It roars like nothing he has ever heard before and is soon gone. He falls to the ground in terror and sobs, because what he has seen is so bizarre he cannot except it. He gets up an hour later and heads home. When he gets back to his settlement he tells all what he has seen. He is soon perceived as a kook, liar and someone who is just seeking attention. According to the all knowing elder of the tribe he could not have seen this because it could not possibly exist because he is old and wise and has seen everything there is to see in his world.

It is 1962. A young man of twelve years is hunting along side an abandoned railroad track. The tracks meander through a large wooded area. Earlier in the day he has shot two cottontail rabbits on the run. His keen young eyes were no match for the speedy rabbit. The young man is as well adjusted as any normal twelve year old can be. He walks by a break in the trees along the tracks and views a 4 acre wetland that he has seen many times over the years and several times that day. The wetland is part of a farmers horse pasture. When he looks into the wetland he sees what his brain automatically perceives as a building of some sort. Maybe a horse barn, maybe a feeding station. All this perception in a split second. Suddenly what he is looking at presents itself as just what it is. It is a large metallic disc with a dome on top. It is in the wetland on legs of some sort. Still within the first few seconds he is still more curious than afraid because he just cannot beleive what he is seeing. Suddenly he sees movement. A tall somewhat dark figure appears and is moving away from the object. Long skinny legs and long skinny arms with a big head. Reality hits the young man like baseball bat to the head. He collapses to the ground in terror and crawls a few feet into the flooded ditch along side the tracks and sobs silently. He has never been so afraid of anything so much in his young life. As he is lying there he suddenly hears a large crack. He looks up from the ditch and just sees leaves falling everywhere. When he gets the nerve to pull himself out of the water and peek over the tracks toward the wetland, all appears as it should be. He walks the two miles home on wobbly legs. When he arrives he tells no one. He spends the rest of his life feeling as if he knows something that few others do but can never get the nerve to tell his story. Is he a nut case, weirdo??