Hunt for the Skinwalker Ranch, a book by Colm A. Kelleher,PH., and George Knapp, journalist—This book was given to me by a very good friend
of mine for my birthday a few years ago. Of course she knew I’d gobble a book right
up about unusual and strange phenomena occurring on a cattle ranch in Uintah
County during the 90’s. I’m a natural born hunter, explorer, and adventurer… if
the unexplained is out there, and not too dangerous or frightening for a
housewife and mother of six, I’m game to seek it out.
Naturally a ranch in Utah where I could actually drive to in
person and witness any number of spooky inexplicable happenings became
irresistible. Cattle mutilations, giant wolf creatures, Sasquatch, inner-dimensional
beings, alien encounters, UFO’s, dinosaurs and footprints, sightings of strange
creatures, odd blinking lights and orbs, floating cigar-shaped boxes, bizarre
energy readings, or even a Skinwalker, an evil witch or medicine man that can
assume the forms of animals …all this strikes fear into the average person…especially
me. Why not go find that scary place and see for myself? Rumor had it that
plenty of weird, spine tingling, hair-raising scary was available? Hah! I could
handle it.
After reading the book, I did a bit of research on my own, and then approached my husband. I asked if he’d like to take a nice Saturday afternoon drive. A quiet peaceful little romp to the Skinwalker Ranch would be such a fun afternoon for the two of us, I explained. And I knew right how to get him there. Of course I did happen to read that security was everywhere on the ranch, and that no one, not even aliens or giant wolves were supposed to trespass.
We drove up to the gate that was pictured in the book on a late Saturday afternoon. The
exact gate---as there was the KEEP OUT sign posted boldly. Everything had fallen into place
perfectly thus far. “So what do we do now?” my husband asked.
Wolves howl, right? So I climbed out of the car and howled…again
and again…I howled at the ranch, the cliffs, the trees, the rocks, and anything
else listening. My husband, ever a skeptic, smiled and began taking pictures. I
laughed between howls. I even pulled out a rabbit whistle I’d bought at Cabela’s
the day before and blew on it. My husband grabbed it from me, showed me how to
use it, and handed it back. I blew it correctly after that. Combined with our
location, being careful to NOT go beyond the gate, the squealing rabbit sounds made my skin crawl after a while. I
stopped and pulled the binoculars out. It felt slightly eerie out there but nothing terrified me beyond
belief. Of course you never know...an otherworldly creature could have been hiding in the bushes and trees, and I simply missed it.
I wanted to return to the ranch in heavy dark, a few hours
after sunset. So after hiking we drove to a small town and found a Ute Indian
pow-wow taking place at a local grade school. My husband asked if we could sit
and watch. The Ute Indians generously allowed us to observe them; the men,
women, and children were beautiful dancers and in full costume. I loved the
feathers and moccasins. The beat of their drums entranced us.
Unable to help myself I thought of the Skinwalker…and
inconspicuously checked the crowd, wondering if there was an evil medicine man
watching me…and if he knew why we were there. The Ute Indians take Skinwalkers
very serious. So do other tribes. Though I don’t understand their cultures…the
many strange occurrences on the Skinwalker Ranch seemed to lend credence to
this particular Indian legend.
At half past ten that evening, we pulled up again to the gate
that marked the beginning of the Skinwalker Ranch. This time I asked my husband
to open the windows in the car. He did it, then lowered his seat and leaned
back to take a nap. He wasn’t sleeping though. He snores when he sleeps, and he
never began snoring or breathing like he does when he’s out. He was listening
for anything unusual or strange…just like me.
Yeah! The atmosphere felt right this time. Something about
the place felt completely out of the ordinary. The Twilight Zone theme song
actually kept replaying in my head. Outer Limits took over after that. Heart
pounding and knees shaking, I sat there listening to things go ‘bump in the
night’ for over an hour before I’d had enough—things meaning…stuff I couldn’t
explain away. We did see some strange orb-type lights moving above the ranch
house in the distance. I shook the pretender up for that sighting. What were
orbs doing above the trees and house? Neither one of us had a clue.
Can’t
say what…but a voice inside of my head kept screaming for us to leave. Who
knows why? Was it a guardian angel? Deep in my gut I couldn’t shake the feeling
we were being watched by something not particularly friendly…and it wasn’t the
security cameras. We’d been around those for hours. By the time my husband
closed the windows and started the car…we were both shaking in our boots and
couldn’t wait to get out of there. My husband drove the car from the ranch that
night like aliens were chasing us. Perhaps…we were being followed, but that’s
another story.
Love the story...as I was reading your blog entry I almost choked on my bowl of Frosted Flakes. However, I was mildly disappointed that the story had to end at the Keep Out sign attached to the gate. I can't help wondering who owns the Skinwalker Ranch? Why he works SO hard to keep people out. I know what you are thinking...Hello!...private property. But, I have heard of the Skinwalker Ranch inspiring movies? I think there must be more to this Ranch than they are letting on.
ReplyDeleteGreat article. It seems to be a very odd place. Brave of you both to go there. I think i may have been tempted to set up camp and have a vigil. But, i might not have either.
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