Approx. Elevation: 5,072 feet (1,546 meters)
USGS Topo Map Quad: Pyeatt Ranch
Feature Type: Valley
Time: over a 2 day (48 hour) period
Month:November
Year:2014
Subject : odd sights and sounds in
blacktail canyon
Blacktail canyon is a spooky place even
in daylight when you are among friends. The canyon name must come
from the black tail rattle snake, as this area is perfect rattler
habitat.
My friend Matt and me went into the
canyon many times in winter to collect firewood, and, each time we
always felt like we were being watched. This place has a real creepy
feeling. Oddly one 4th of July Matt and me hiked up the
canyon and sat down to eat lunch and we both found ourselves
shivering with cold, this is an odd thing on a 100+ degrees
(Fahrenheit) day.
It was over the 4 day Thanks giving
weekend I asked Matt to drop me off in the canyon with my gear and
enough water for a week. Blacktail canyon has no running water or
springs. I hiked in my mountain of gear and set up my tarp and
hammock as usual. As always I felt like I was being watched.
After I set up my camp I took a hike up
canyon to have a bit of a scout and see what or who was about; it was
hot (even for November), and I had not brought any water along with
me. As a consequence I became dehydrated. Once back in camp , I
cooked some food on my svea stove, drank a few cups of coffee with
flax milk and honey, then at about an hour before sunset I retired to
my hammock with my Mp3 player and some audio books.
As I was gently swinging in my hammock
and listening to W.E.B. Griffins book “The Corps” I saw what
looked like tracer rounds shoot between me and my tarp! At first it
was slow - or just a few – then numerous “tracers” shot by for
a few seconds followed by these weird looking “bug like”
creatures that were the same color as the “tracers”. These bug
like things looked a bit like paisley patterns I have seen on shirts,
they were animated and moved in a manner like that of a worm.
I didnt know what to make of it but
chocked it up to dehydration. As I lay there in the gathering
twilight listening to my audio book, I though I heard a sound beyond
that of what I was listening to. So, removing my ear buds, I heard
this strange trumpeting sound which only lasted a few seconds at a
time. It sounded like the noise was coming from the hill side I could
see to the west of me. Very strange indeed!
I lay there listening. The creepiness
of Blacktail canyon began to inch its way into my brain and I was
spooking myself out and jumping at every sound. Eventually I settled
down and went to sleep.... I awoke some time later to the brightest
lights I have ever seen. 4 lights to be exact. The lights were coming
down from the same hill side to the west I had heard the sounds come
from. Oddly the lights made no sound , I mean there was no engine
noise, or sounds of people (Illegals) who were trespassing on Ft.
Huachuca. Believe me, if a group of people were walking in the dark
down a hill side there would be lots of noise.
It was strange, and I did get up, put
my shoes and jacket on . I sat in my crazy creek chair watching the
lights and listening for any type of sounds. I heard nothing, not
even bugs or birds. These lights came from the ridge line, descended
the hill side, then went back to the ridge line then disappeared,
maybe over a period of 10 minutes (?). The lights (4) were in a *
*** (v down) formation as they descended then in a ** ** (^ up)
formation as they went back up hill. I made a mental note and marked
the area of the lights in my mind so that in the day light I could
survey the area through my binoculars.
Over my morning cup of Joe, I glassed
the ridge line and the hill side through my binoculars and saw
nothing other than typical sonoran desert type habitat. I did notice
that the hill side itself was very steep and possibly a 45 to 50
degree slope. This degree of slope would be nearly impossible for any
people to descend in the dark, regardless of having lights. So, this
to me ruled out people activity.
I didn't do much that day except stay
around camp and work on some small projects I had brought along. Once
again, there was that ever present feeling of being watched.
Late in the afternoon I cooked some
grub, then grabbed my Mp3 player and retired to my hammock for the
evening. Then it happened again! Tracers! No shit, so much for my
previous evenings dehydration theory...... I laid there watching
these “tracers” shoot by along with the weird bug looking things
for a long time. They finally stopped and I simply fell to sleep. I
didn't hear any odd trumpeting sounds that evening but later on I did
see those 4 lights again!
Same thing, down the slope in one
pattern then back up the slope in a different pattern....I tried to
sleep but was in and out all night long. In the morning I decided to
pack up and walk my ass back to town. I had enough of blacktail
canyon and its anomalies.
I have never been back (Neither has
Matt) to collect fire wood or simply look around. But I can tell you
this....A friend who was a civilian cop on Ft. Huachuca told me some
strange stories and about calls that were made to the department
about this place.
If you ever find yourself at Ft.
Huachuca, Arizona, go check out blacktail canyon, you might see some
things you cant explain.
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