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It was 1963 and there I was, star studded night, alone on the Colorado River.
I sat quietly in my J.C. Higgins Kingfisher
boat, gently, hypnotically swaying back and forth to the rivers swirling ebb tides of ever changing current as the melted snows of
the Rockies coursed its way toward the Sea of Cortez in Mexico.
Like a giant snake it twisting and turning across thousands
of miles of landscape. Millions of years mysteries were contained in its' debts as it pasted; gurgling, murky never ceasing.
An orange
moon cast ghostly shadows through the river mist, as it peeped over the desert mountains to begin its nightly journey across the black
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How magnificent it was, the Moon, as it slowly began to turn into a silvery glow. The black sky was a testimonial of vastness as
nighttime desert skies usually are. I looked into the darkness, studded with stars, sparking like diamonds reviling riches beyond imagination. I
felt so insignificant as I gazed upon God's creation. Soon, this rugged land would be bathed in a silvery glow and the night creatures
would come out to play and forge for food. Some were, not too far away, I heard the deep splashing sound of something very large as
it entered into the river's water.
Then there was silence, I strained to hear any evidence of something coming closer but
there was only the quiet rustling of the passing water. "It's Probably just an old cow cooling off", I said aloud to myself.
(I knew fool well there were no Alligators in these waters). I laid the back of the boat's seat down and got comfortable. After all,
I was here to relax and get away from the pressure of a very demanding lifestyle. My fishing rod was stuck in a holder with the
line angling down river about 30 yards or so. I hadn't got any bites for a while but I really didn't care if I caught a fish or not.
The serenity of the night was my purpose, and the pleasure of it was making me feel very at ease. It was nearing two in the morning
when I must of drifted off to sleep. Suddenly, I was shaken from my slumber by a loud noise as my rod violently shook, banging against
the side of the boat. "What the heck is going on", I said out-loud, as I grabbed the bent over rod and attempted to slow
the line that was pealing off the reel. I grabbed the boat's rope that had been tied to a overhanging tree limb on the bank and pulled
it loose. The boat floated into the current and begin to move slowly down river. I was being dragged helplessly by the strong pulling
on my fishing line. I had heard of giant Blue Catfish being caught in this area. Some as big as a man, weighing several hundred
pounds were reported seen by skin divers. Soon the line slowed its unraveling, the boat gained speed, matching the movement of the
dragging force of the swimming creature on its other end. "What ever it is, it's big", I said aloud, as if talking to someone
in the boat with me.
I strained to gain line back and bring the mighty creature under control. For one hour and a half
I fought the giant fish, until my arms felt like rubber that was stretched to its limit. And then, all the sudden, without warning,
with a mighty roar, a huge dark figure exploded from the dark water into the silvery black night air, not more than thirty yards away.
Water sprayed from the mighty creature like a waterfall, sending a shiver of fear up my back. It did a cartwheel in the air and then
came back down with a tremendously loud crashing splash that sent water flying over my head and waves cascading in all directions. In
the dark I could not make out what it was but I knew had never seen anything like it before. Panic griped me and I grouped around for
my knife to cut the line and be freed from this unknown assailant that had caught me in its grip. Like the old man and the sea, I had
been the fisher who had become the catch. I felt the handle of my knife and grabbed it in my left hand. As I brought the knife
up to cut the line the monster changed direction. The sudden violent movement jerked the boat sidewise, throwing me off balance, causing
me to fall into its' bottom. The line was now tangled on the motor and I couldn't reach it to cut it loose. The boat was now moving
backwards up river and water splashed over its heaving, rocking transom.
Soon, water was flowing over my feet as it rushed
in from the back. In my desperation of not knowing what to do, I grabbed a coffee can I had been using for bait and began a fruitless
baling of water overboard. As the small boat took on water it became heaver to pull and the creature it was hooked to began to slow
as it showed slight signs of tiring. I moved to the front of the boat and bailed as fast as I could for fear of sinking into
the murky waters and becoming the catch that caught me for dinner. Suddenly as quick as it begin, it was over. The line snapped with
a loud crack that sounded like a bull whip. Up river some thirty yards, a huge object erupted in a huge column of water, into the night
air. Its' gigantic wings beat the night air, sounding like a overloaded helicopter. The alien beast looked like a massive prehistoric
bird as it flew over the low desert hills and out of sight. I sat for, I don't know how long, stunned, in shock. The slap of
branches on my face brought me back to reality as the boat drifted into a overhanging bush. I gathered up my gear and cranked up the
motor, hightailing it for the dock some three miles up river. I never went back to that place, not out of fear, but out of respect
for the river. The river holds many secrets, some that no man should share with another. I never told anyone, not even my wife,
(She wondered why I returned home in the middle of the night) of my encounter that night for fear of being ridiculed.
Is reality
a product of the mind or is physical experience its endorsement?
Had I fallen asleep and it was all a dream?
Maybe it was
real, it certainly seemed real enough to me. The broken line on my fishing pole, the half, water-filled boat and the new gray in my
hair the next day.
The truth is, that was forty years ago, since then I have opted to stay safely at home with my wife,
and not fish the Colorado River alone, especially at night. © 2002 Don Yates all rights reserved Donald Yates, Former
Director of Business and Leadership Development for Imperial Research, is now retired but continues to assist young people in engaging
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