THE LAKE MOROON YOWIE
https://youtu.be/nMLz7vctns8
The oral traditions of indigenous peoples from around the world are a grossly misunderstood and poorly utilized resource, which can yield fantastic results if interpreted in a prosaic and real world manner.
In my case blind luck seems, by appearance to loom far too often, however Iv'e always maintained that good research will generally bring good results.
If anyone in this forum has ever seen Josh Gates work on cable shows , Destination truth and Expedition unknown(for example) on a regular basis, it becomes almost expected that he will get pretty close to the mark (of the episodes topical subject) by the end of the show.
The reason behind his shows high strike rate (in my opinion) is solid production team research. It has always impressed me in the manner he (they) approaches the subject of cryptic ,relic hominids (such as Sasquatch ,Yowie and in particular the Yeti) which as we all know is still a fringe area of research to the general public and not widely studied or even acknowledged by academics.
My point is that, although my visual research results are (admittedly) tenuous at best, they are not at all my main focus, for obvious reasons (you can't know exactly where a cryptid is going to show up....that's impossible to predict at this stage).
What you can do is look for a history or a legacy of where, when, what and how these creatures exist, survive and move through given(increasingly populated) area's.
Modern reports will form clusters over time and even the fraudulent reports are generally conceived in area's that have a history of real encounters. Even more impressive when the reports buttress with traditional peoples (such as Australian Aboriginals) ancestral histories of these ,clearly very ancient species .
Which brings me to Mount Barney in S.E Queensland and by proxy of modern engineering to Lake Morgan. What follows is an article that I read in 2012, that (in January 2017) put me in a place the Aboriginals ancestrally named "BOOGAH-BOOGAH"
http://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/22013170
"Mount Barney's Legend.
By ARTHUR GROOM. CIRCIA 1932
THE massive mountain within 75
miles of Brisbane, 4350 feet in
height, originally known as Mt.
Lindesay, but for years past better
known as Mount Barney, is the centre
of a remarkable area of country,
which is becoming rapidly noted for
its scenic grandeur. The area also
holds a wealth of aboriginal lore, and
gives some indication of the super-
stitions and beliefs which the original
inhabitants of Australia held in regard
to the main mountain peaks.
This area, which is at the extreme
head of the Logan River, comprises
the present day Mount Lindesay (orig-
inally known as Mount Hooker, and
the "Talkanbun" of the blacks), Mount
Ernest (known to the blacks as
"Dooan" or "Duan"), Mount Barney
(with its aboriginal name of "Boogah-
Boogah"), and Mount Marroon, ap-
parently derived from its aboriginal
name of "Ollmoorum."
Past the foot of each of these re-
markable mountains, the Upper Logan
River runs down through the com-
bined properties of the Hardgrave
family, the members of which have
made a lifelong study of the aboriginal
history of the locality.
When Mr. E. W. S. Hardgrave first
settled at the head of the Logan River,
forty years ago, the stream was better
known to the blacks as "Dugulunbe"
(leave it alone), which, with the mean-
ing of Mount Barney ("Boogah-Boogah
— go away back; get further away!"),
scarcely could have created a pleasant
welcome. It, however, did not deter
Mr. Hardgrave in making a home
right in the centre of the area, which
he soon discovered was really a right-
of-way for blacks passing to and fro
between the Northern Rivers of New
South Wales, and the country around
Brisbane and Ipswich. Thus, as the
years passed, the blacks found that
the Hardgrave home of "Moringararah"
(aboriginal — "A living place by the
water") was a friendly place for them,
where they could always obtain suffi-
cient food to carry them on their way.
The passing blacks seldom stayed.
The overpowering grandeur of Mount
Lindesay and Mount Barney was too
great for them. The dark nights of
the Upper Logan River, and the mighty
echoes of thunder and falling rocks
were perhaps the angry voices of de-
parted warriors. And so the legends
of the mountains were built up.
Many years back, it appears, some
of the blacks put aside fears and
superstitions and climbed "Boogah-
Boogah." The warning to "go away
back " apparently went unheeded, for
amongst those who climbed and ex-
plored the great rock mass were the
leader of the tribe and his nephew.
The leader was a great warrior, a
man of strength, and fleet of foot. He
could climb rock ledges and cliffs
where even the wallaby had to turn
back. The more he climbed and defied
the evils of the mountain, the greater
became his power over the rest of his
tribe. But as time passed he became
greatly disturbed. He found that his
nephew was discovering new and won-
derful places on the rock sides of
"Boogah-Boogah." This nephew was
younger, and though not so strong, he
was even swifter at running.
A Challenge Accepted.
THERE came the day when the tribe's
leader discovered a big cave with a
very narrow entrance, situated over
3000ft. up the mountain side, and with
its entrance practically hidden by a
large number of dead grass-trees. He
went only a short way into the cave,
because its darkness terrified him; but
he went back to the camp and spread
the news that he had discovered this
wonderful cave, which was far more
than his stupid nephew ever had dis-
covered. He declared there had been
an evil spirit in the cave, which had
quailed before him. It was an evil
spirit which his nephew was not brave
enough to face. His nephew was far
too frightened to climb the mountain,
enter the cave, and completely chase
the evil spirit out.
The nephew accepted the challenge.
Next morning the whole tribe encamp-
ed on the pretty slope where Morin-
gararah now stands, and watched the
two black figures start out for the
mountain side of Boogah-Boogah. They
climbed and at length they appeared to
be close together on the edge of a
ledge above a tremendous drop. Then
one figure disappeared from sight.
Time passed by slowly. Suddenly the
sharp-eyed watchers from below saw
black smoke swirl out and then upward
from the edge of the ledge. Fear grip-
ped them. Surely it was the evil spirit
of the cave raging out in fire. It
would descend into the valley and burn
them all. They jumped to their feet,
and with cries of fear they raced
wildly down the Dugulunbe (Logan)
stream.
Plot and Counter-plot.
UP on the narrow ledge the cunning
leader of the tribe was carrying
out a fiendish plot. He had enticed
his eager nephew to enter the narrow
entrance of the cave, and he had list-
ened to the rattle of stones in the
darkness within, which signified that
his stupid nephew was braver than he
thought, and had gone well back; then
he commenced to work quickly. He
stuffed the entrance of the cave with
grass-tree leaves, and smashed flint
rocks into sparks in the heat of the
sun and lit the leaves. They burnt
quickly and produced a thick, suffo-
cating smoke inside and outside the
cave. The leader of the tribe chuckled
with pleasure at his own mighty cun-
ning. Then he clambered onto a safer
ledge, where he could sit and watch.
Right back in the jet blackness of
the cave, the nephew discovered him-
self trapped. He smelt the acrid smoke
of the grass-tree leaves, and guessed
immediately the act of treachery. He
thought quickly. He had been caught
by simple cunning, and it was ask-
ing for death by fire to try to crash
out through the burning entrance.
Perhaps it was a natural instinct
that caused him to realise that smoke
would not travel unless it had some-
where to go. He turned, and with
hands outstretched in the darkness,
walked and stumbled ahead through
the growing heat, sensing with every
nerve of his skin the way in which
the smoke was travelling.
At last his sharp eyes detected a
greyness. The greyness turned into a
jagged slit of daylight ahead. He
scrambled towards it, and reached it,
and took in great gulps of breath. It
was only by convulsive wriggling which
painfully lacerated his body that he
was able to get through. He found
himself on the opposite side of the
mountain, looking out over the wild-
est country he had ever seen. He
could see down between cliffs into al-
most bottomless ravines, and hear the
heavy roar of rushing water.
He would climb right back over the
top of the mountain and drop a heavy
stone on his uncle's black head; but
first he must entirely block the exit
so that no other would ever find it. He
rolled a large stone well into the
crack, and commenced to climb rapidly.
The Young Man's Revenge.
WHILE he sat gloating on the narrow
ledge the leader of the tribe no-
ticed his people fleeing wildly down the
"Dugulunbe" stream towards "Ollmoo-
rum" (Mount Marroon); and he com-
menced to feel a doubt about his
action. The more he sat and pondered
the more uneasy he became, until he
rose suddenly and commenced to rake
away the grass-tree leaves. He com-
pletely cleared the entrance and
entered in search of his nephew. He
called his nephew's name; but there
was no answer. He went slowly back
through the hanging smoke into the
jet darkness, with a strange fear in
his heart.
Holding a large round stone in his
hand the nephew descended the
eastern side of "Boogah-Boogah" with
the quiet agility of a wallaby; but
his uncle had disappeared and the
cave entrance was opened. Smoulder-
ing grass-tree leaves and piles of un-
burnt leaves still lay about. For only
a second the young blackfellow paused
before deciding on a course of action.
His eyes were still stinging. The cuts
on his body were painful and clotted
with blood. He commenced to block
the entrance completely again with
grass-tree leaves.
Again the black smoke swirled up
from the ledge high up near the
eastern peak of "Boogah-Boogah," and
the young blackfellow piled a further
mass of grass-tree at the entrance,
then he turned and almost flew down
the mountain side. Song was in his
heart. He would be the leader of the
tribe now. He ran down beside the
"Dugulunbe" stream, and met his
people encamped beneath the shadow
of "Ollmoorum."
He told them of the evil spirit of the
cave, of the way in which his uncle
had been dragged into the spirit's fiery
den; and how he himself had fought
with the spirit and received the fright-
Fix this textful cuts on his body, mute testimony
to his bravery. In the camp there was
great celebration far into the night,
and the nephew was elected undis-
puted king".
cheers
paul
obvious reasons.