So this thread isn't to show the latest video or whatever but to talk about Yowies and personal stories about Yowies.
This is my story
I never believed in Yowies until i was about 12. My Dad was a trucker, doing interstate trips from Melbourne to Moree (NSW) i used to go with him on
alternating trips with my sister. The Yowie, for us, was a joke (but for other truckers, it was way to real) when going through "the Pilligas" (a
forest know locally for Yowies "The Pilliga Princess", a woman who inhabited the Pilliga Forest. Since her passing her ghost has apparently been
spotted on the side of the road.) My dad and I used to joke around over the radio with one of my Dad's "convoy" mates, called Grizz, (because he
snored like a grizzly Bear) kid about the Yowies coming to steal him if they stopped there.
This one trip, whilst driving through the Pilligas at around 3 am, a couple of Grizz's tyres blew on his A trailer of his B-Double (you may know this
as a B Train) and he told us to go on and he would catch us at Moree. So we take off down the road and arrived at Moree around 5am. At around 7:30am I
wake up upon hearing a truck hurl into the motel car park and Grizz starts trying to break the motel room door down. As i open the door Grizz and his
son rush into the room and bowl me over, they are hysterical about something and start rambling together about Yowies and stuff. (now Grizz is a big,
tough guy. 6 foot 2 and built like a tank. He is hard to scare, we have tried) My dad and I manage to calm them down and by get them to tell their
story to us. They said that when Grizz was looking at the trailer when a rock thumped next to his head. He ran to the truck as rocks rained down onto
him and once he was inside he found his son crying. As he was comforting his son a big "thing" about 7 feet tall walked into the road in front of
the truck, stood there for a while, and then threw a rock at the windshield. So they try to scare "them" away from attacking the truck. Turn all the
lights on and off and blast the horn, it does nothing. So they into the back of the cab where the beds are to wait it out. After about 10 minutes all
the banging stopped and they took off, burst tyres and all.
My Dad and I are sitting there trying to make sense of it all and we think "maybe it is a joke, to try and scare us, as mates do" but they say
"NO" and drag us out of the room to show us the truck The bloody thing looks like it was in a rollover. Windows all shattered and rocks had actually
pierced both his trailers. Now we were shook as well and actually gave serious though about making a detour around the Pilligas but decide against it
and to just drive pretty much bumper to bumper and always be on the radio.
So night time comes, we have got our trucks from Brisbane and leave. We get to the Pilligas, it is pitch black. after about 30 mins our truck starts
to cough and sputter and then stops dead. We stay inside and over the radio decide to tow our truck with theirs. Just as we are about to get out to
strap the truck to the trailer i see lots pairs of yellowish-red eyes 7 feet off the ground in the trees. I start crying (i was 12 remember) and tell
dad who radios them. So we are all sitting in our trucks looking at these eyes and say we need to get out of here. We decide we only need a minute or
two to hitch the truck and we need to buy that time. so we come up with a plan that is to use all our torches (or flashlights) and light up the eyes.
Right there, less than 50 meters away from me were countless tall and hairy "things". They scatter and dad and Grizz get to work, me and Grizz's
kid stay in the trucks for safety. They finish, get in the trucks and we take off. We stop in Coonabarabran get the truck fixed (it was only a couple
of hoses that disconected) and leave.
I never went with dad again and he left that company for a more local gig in about a month. I apologies for any mistakes, it is 3 AM here and get
chills even thinking about this.
If you have any questions please ask away