Story Number One - ODEM, TEXAS 07 June 1977 - Aliens - http://maxpages.com/ufo1paranormal/Story_Nmber

Understanding that the largest number of recorded UFO sightings, during any one night, is within the Houston and Galveston Texas area, I was not prepared for what that night would have in store for me and the campers.

On my property, I had taken ten acres of the wooded area and made camp sites within the woods by clearing the small shrubs, buffalo grass, and mesquite tress. Being single and working on my show I had time to devote to the local youth program. These are city kids who wanted more out of life, and I felt its better to enjoy nature then drugs. The one ground rule I had was that a campout required one adult to camp with them.

That night was quiet warm, even for Texas, and my beagle / dachshund pet dog, named Ding-a-ling, was as excited with the campout as the six boys, and definitely more then Mr. Ramirez. The boys had gathered the fire wood and set up the camp area before sundown. I had just confirmed two locations for the show, and I walked back to the campsite to see how things were going. Mr. Ramirez had convinced the boys to hold off on lighting the campfire.

The night air was humid and the insects were just starting to let you know that they were around. Ding-a-ling was checking out the backpacks to see what kind of scraps he might get that evening. The boys asked if I would tell some ghost stories that night, because Mr. Ramirez was not good with story telling. I had the boys set their bedrolls in a circle around the campfire at about six feet from the edge of it. I handed out the deep woods off, insect repellant, so that we could enjoy the night. I glanced over the camp area and made sure all was safe and they meet my campers code for safety.

After a hearty supper consisting of hot dogs and cold pork and beans the boys asked if they could have a natural gas release noise contest. Being that half of the fun of camping is allowing for such, I had agreed. Ding-a-ling sat very comfortable, from eating those dogs that bit the dirt, next to me on my bedroll. The Boys washed the dishes, collected the trash, made their potty runs to the house, and finally sat down on each of their bedrolls. The expected story, that would keep them awake all night, was slight interrupted by the occasional contestant applying for the title of the loudest, longest, and most smelliest winner.

As we progressed further into the night it was agreed upon, by a majority vote, that Mr. Ramirez was the grand winner of the contest. We allowed the campfire to go into embers so that the night sky above could be seen. One of the boys had asked if their was really flying saucers out there. At that point of time I told everyone to lay down with their feet towards the center and to watch the sky for any moving object. We had calculated the North, East, West, and South directions and which stars were in the sky that night.
Our Goal was to count and possibly Identify those Strange moving lights.

In order for everyone to participate in the identification we all agreed that we would say, Got One, then give the directional movement and what star it is near. At first we had Identified many commercial or private owned aircraft, and the military aircraft from the Corpus Christi Naval Base. We even had a few lightning bug identifications.

The boys were really getting good at spotting the elusive movements, and even Mr. Ramirez was getting into the mood when he proudly announced, Got One. However, ;like many of the others it was an aircraft. The familiar green and red flashing wing tip lights gave it away. I had gone to the house and taken out my camera, with the telephoto lens, to act as a telescope. Plus Many pictures of the Boys expressions and activities.

Nearing one am I sensed that the boys were gearing down, and the watching of the sky was not a challenge anymore. As I laid there listening to the crickets and frogs, I pondered the idea of adding wood to the campfire and getting the marshmallows. Ding-a-ling was the first to react. A slight growl made me look at him and as he looked upward, the crickets and frogs stopped their musical rendition of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony

At the very edge of the trees a metallic looking object started to appear. I yelled out, Got One, North about 1,600 feet above us. I grabbed my camera, and ding-a-ling moved up against my body and buried his head under my arm. At first there was one then two more appeared, then a total of seven boomerang shaped figures loomed above us.

They reminded me of the flying wings, and they were in a combat flight formation. The night was silent and we could hear each other breathing as they stopped directly above us. No one spoke a word. The clicking of my camera and the advancing of the film cut the silence. They hovered there for about ten seconds. One of the boys grabbed his flashlight and shined it at the base of the objects, clicking it on and off in Morse code.

With our hearts pounding in our heads the first object repeated the message that we sent, “We are friends, peace to you! “ The shapes began to glow with a white light then a quick flash to us, and within a second they shot off in a slightly upward motion. Within a second they were gone. Before anyone could say anything I told them not to talk and to follow me to the house. I gave each of them a pencil and paper and told them to write down what they saw, draw what it looked like and, sign and date the paper. I put each of them into a separate room of the house. Within the hour they returned the papers. As they finished each paper I told them to go out side and wait for the others.

Examining the drawing they were really exceptional drawings and they were as if you were looking at them from that angle. But I had solid evidence. Pictures. We went back to the campsite and discussed all types of ideas of what we saw and what they could be. I think it was about four when the last one drifted off. I laid there contemplating the show and the printed evidence of something we all had seen that night. I got up from the bedroll and Mr. Ramirez followed me back to the house. He was shaken by what he had seen, and asked that I would say nothing of him being a witnesses to the event.

Understanding and respecting his request I informed him that his name would not appear. We would say that he was in the house at the time. He took his drawing from me and destroyed it.

We sat there and drank coffee. Every 20 minuets one of us would leave and go check on the campsite. Ding-a-ling would not leave my side for several hours after the event. At 7 am I called the studios and talked to the executive producer and told him what I had. At first he was sure that there was something wrong with me, or that this was some kind of joke. When I told him I had photos, his attitude changed. I left the boys in the hands of Mr. Ramirez and I went to the studios. The guys in the film lab, developed the roll of film for me and printed out the photos.

Undeniable proof of the object we saw, including the return of a light signal. One of the photos I asked for the lab personnel to enlarge. It looked like a portal of sort, and something inside. While they were enlarging that photo I went upstairs to the main offices. As I entered my executive producers office there were two men standing there. As I closed the door they flashed a badge and government ID at me and informed me that they require the prints, and negatives from last night. As I tried to pass the photos to my boss he pushed them towards the visitors while saying, “ I don’t want to see them, and this never took place. “

They grabbed the pictures, Looked at them returned the ones that were not of the objects. They looked at the negatives then asked where the missing one is at. I looked at my boss, and asked “ What about freedom of the press? “ He looked at me and replied, “Where is the negative?” I told them and they left. I looked at him and asked, “ Why? “ He sat down in his chair lit a cigarette, with his hands shaking, and replied, “It was either you giving them the photos and negatives or we lose our license to broadcast.”

I remembered the drawings and left for the house. I was surprised to find ding-a-ling sitting on the front porch. I told Mr. Ramirez to leave him inside while I was gone. Entering the house I found it overturned and the drawings missing. Mr. Ramirez came up my driveway and informed me that he and the boys were told not to discuss what they seen to anyone. He was given a stiff warning and was also told that it was for National Security.

I sometimes wonder if this event caused the cancellation of the show.

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