posted on Mar, 26 2011 @ 10:32 PM
So I'm putting this in "The Gray Area" only because this is where I first saw mention of the loud rumbly thingies in the sky. So, let me begin by
saying I have no pics (maybe someday, I'll explain below) or audio. You'll just have to rely on my mediocre story-telling skills to relay the
visuals:
High Desert. Afternoon. Disc Golf with six friends. There was booze involved but I did not partake as I was driving. Ok, so my friends and I
decided to play some Disc Golf out in some BLM where there is an amateur 18-hole course set up among the sage and juniper. Needless to say, this was
a living nightmare for a first time player like me who had no experience with the sport other than through "Sports Champions" on the PS3.
Throughout the game (and no thanks to the wind), I ended the course with a +30 par. This was not what was so freaky.
At one point, we came to a clearing with a train track and a string of old-school power poles. After making sure we weren't in the line-of-fire from
a nearby paint ball battle, we decided to stand around and chat for a minute. I wandered off because I didn't want a nip of the tequila (no jokes
about my name) and I quit smoking so it was a living circle of long-missed vices. In my short wander, I heard from the direction we came from--but in
the sky--a low resonating rumble. It never changed direction and sounded electromagneticish, like the maglev train in China. I went back to my
friends and only one heard it. He was the tipsiest of the group so I didn't find much comfort in his testimony to my sanity. After everybody
wandered off without me, I finally followed suit. I kept thinking about it until the 11th hole.
So, on the way to the 11th hole, the veteran Disc Golf athlete of the group decided to "tomahawk" his disc straight into a large, half dead/half
living creepy ass juniper. Since I was the only one who was able to track it into the tree, I went to find it for him. This juniper had a strong,
thick trunk with a horrible and twisted dead tree growing out of it. It was the tree equivalent of asymmetrically conjoined twins but somehow more
sad. This arrangement is not extremely rare in the High Desert but it still caught my attention because it was such a desolate looking sight.
When I walked to the disc, I saw on the ground a pile of what I thought was torn and rained-on telephone books. Being a site of frequent firearm
enthusiasts, paintball gun fanatics, and disc golf players (with great micro breweries nearby to ensure a steady stream of hippies, rednecks, and
hipsters), a stack of old, wet phone books are not unusual. It was not until after my group arrived and we were about to leave when something caught
my eye. I went back to inspect the pile and discovered it was a huge mound of dead birds. Feathers and bones were all that was left. Some of the
bones were spirally (like those spirally pasta noodles) but I'm no bird dude so that may be normal. It reminded me of what a really really really
really big owl (big enough to eat 200 birds in one digestion period) would cough up for his owl pellet. Since there is an animal rendering plant in
town, we just passed it off as somebody's bad work ethics.
The rain and wind picked up so (being true natives of the Pacific northwest) we decided to hurry up and finish the game. As we were leaving, I
noticed yet something else. There was a nest far up in the tree with yet even more dead birds. It looked like somebody stuffed a bunch of corpses
into a rat hole. I joked that I found a dragon's lair and then took some pictures on one of their cameras. I have yet to see that friend again so I
haven't gotten the pictures nor do I even know if they were any good. Yeah.
So... there's that.