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Was It People or Was It, Aliens? |
Doug Averill grew up as one of
eight boys on his parents’ sprawling dude ranch, the Flathead Lake Lodge, in
rural Montana. As a teen, the Averill boys ran wild. “We rode around like a
little gang of cowboys,” he remembers. They’d saddle up and head off to check
cattle on the three giant tracts of land the family managed, which formed
a triangle around some of the state’s most remote rangelands.
One summer in the 1960s, the
brothers came across a ghastly sight. There, on the ground,
were three dead cows neatly arranged in a circle. No obvious wounds were
visible, but their reproductive organs had been removed. “But there was never
any blood. It was almost surgical removal,” Averill remembers. During this decade, America was
obsessed with aliens, and write-ups in the local newspapers posited that
perhaps this was the work of extraterrestrials. People mused that aliens had
taken the reproductive organs for testing. But one day, Averill and his
friends came across a lance in their path. Attached to it was a cryptic note
with a threatening message. “That’s when we thought, It’s gotta be people doing
this,” he says.
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Then things got really strange.
Over the next few days, a series of odd events unfolded. First, the
brothers stopped in at a local bar to grab a hamburger,
leaving their horses in the back of a stock truck. The horses were packed
in tightly, and the Averills were only gone for a few minutes. When they
came back, the horse packed into the middle of the truck was mysteriously
out—with no signs of a struggle. “We had no idea how they possibly could have
gotten that horse unloaded without unloading all the others,” he says.The next day, a new wrangler on
the ranch fell off his horse and was badly injured. They’d all been riding
together, but not a single member of the crew saw the accident. “It
was the weirdest thing,” Averill says. The man’s injuries were so
severe that he was left permanently disabled.
Finally, the last terrible thing
happened. An old camp cook drove out to meet the brothers and ride for a
day. But when he arrived, the tailgate on his stock truck had somehow gone
missing, even though it had been there when he’d loaded up. His horse, Betsy,
had fallen out of the truck and been dragged behind the vehicle for
who knows how long. They had to put her down on the spot. “To be honest, it
just killed him to see what had happened to Betsy. We probably should have put
him down, too,” remembers Averill. “Those three events were just boom, boom,
boom—three things in a row that were so weird all tied together because they
were right after we saw that spear,” he remembers. Three things: like the three
dead cows left in a circle.
Averill used to tell the stories
from that summer around the campfire quite a lot. But over the years, he’s
gotten new stories, and so they’ve been shifted out of rotation. Besides,
they’re awfully grim. But he recently got a call about a downed bull, a buffalo.
It was out in one of the most remote parts of his ranch. “A neighbor had seen a
pack of 16 wolves, and normally, wolves don’t bother buffalo, but 16 of them? I
thought, Well, maybe.”
He went to investigate. There,
lying in a snow-covered field, was the bull. But there were no bullet holes or
teeth marks or gashes on its corpse. Even stranger, scavenging animals and
birds hadn’t touched it. “Not even the buzzards, which is really unusual,”
he says. One other thing was amiss: its reproductive organs were gone. And
there wasn’t a single footprint in the snow around it—or anywhere
along the mile-long walk into the ranch from the nearest road.
Ask Averill whether he thinks he’s
dealing with aliens or humans, and he’ll tell you he’s pretty sure it’s humans.
“But I’d rather it was aliens,” he adds. After that summer back in the sixties,
seeing what humans were capable of, he’d pick aliens any day.
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