Way back in the 1980’s I was working at a citrus ranch on the East side of
Well, today I was eating my lunch at home and I turned on Discovery Channel and watched a show about UFOs. They were describing an incident at the Chicago airport where an object was visible (but not on radar) above one of the concourses, but then it shot up into the sky and left a hole in the clouds through which people could see blue sky. They claimed that is proof positive it was a UFO, because there is no other explanation for something with enough energy to melt a hole in a cloud. Wow! So I saw a UFO after all? Well, that’s one thing.
Second thing. I’ve seen very unusual, big, black cats out at the farm where we hunt pigs, and I’ve seen them on 3 separate occasions. They have a short tail, but are otherwise proportioned more like a cougar. The bobbed tail says, Bobcat, but I’ve also seen bobcats out there and they are an entirely different kind of cat. In fact, I’ve been within 4 or 5 feet of a bobcat out there and had a very good look at him, indeed! I’ve seen these black cats in full sunlight twice, and I’ve seen them up close (20 feet away or so), moving slowly, and out in the open. There is no doubt about what they are and what they are not, but it leaves me in a curious situation of having observed something unknown to science. Scientists are all from
That makes two different, unrelated things where I find myself on the opposite side from scientists, and I desperately don’t want to be there. Well, I can’t do anything about duplicating a meteor punching a hole through a cloud, so that one has to remain in the category of an interesting tale, but I will probably see a black cat again. The thing is, I have had an ongoing argument with myself over what to do about it. The easiest thing would be to shoot one. But I don’t really want to shoot an unusual animal, even if it does give me scientific credence, because then I would have well and truly earned scientific disdain for having killed a rare animal - one that probably deserves to be on the endangered list. The other alternative is to photograph it in detail, but there is a big problem with that. It’s probably about a hundred times harder to get a good photograph than to shoot it, and I am not THAT good at sneaking up on wild predators. Plus, I don’t have the proper equipment for it, nor the money to buy it, not, frankly, a burning desire to get that far into photography. So, I guess I’ll just have to remain in that poor, pitiful, unloved and un-believed group of people who are generally labeled as weirdoes.