My Yowie Experiences - by Big Cats
Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 7:25 pm
Experience 1
The Gorge Yowie
Written by Paul Clacher Copyright 2004
In the Easter of 1973 I was camped in the top camping area at MacIntyre Gorge, which is also known as Kwiambal National Park with my then girlfriend, and our 3 friends. The first night was spent sitting around the camp fire. On the second night we all sat around the camp fire again until about 10:00 pm. We then retired to our respective tents and I think that I must have dozed off. Some time later I was awoken as I heard something walking around the tent. As there had been possums around the tent on the first night I thought the possums were back for a second showing. This time the sound was different. It sounded more like just walking type footsteps. So I thought it was a goanna or a large lizard. I then saw a large silhouette walk upright in front of the tent. On that night there was some moonlight and I could see that it was human in shape, but it was very large and solid in build. I thought it was a large person at first until this thing started trying to open the zip of the tent. I thought it very strange as the thing was trying to open the tent from the top or the apex of the tent. It was when the thing started to rock from side to side and start to grunt that I became even more frozen with terror. At first I thought that it was a large person, but the outline was very fuzzy and looked sort of hairy and the grunts did not sound very human at all. After what seemed like an eternity I built up enough courage to yell out to the creature "Hey you what are you doing.". The thing just stopped, it casually turned to its left and slowly ambled off into the bush in an easterly direction.
I woke up my girlfriend and asked if she had seen or heard what had happened. She said no. I was so scared that I went over to the others and woke them up. What ever the thing was I clearly recall that I was so scared, that I said that I could not sleep back in that tent that night So I decided to sleep next to the fire. One of my friends could see that I was so scared that he said that he would sleep outside at the fire with us. I am sure that what I saw that night was not human. I have since spoken with another friend who used to be an aboriginal Forest Ranger in the New England area and he also was raised in the area and he said that there are Hairy Men in that area. He told me that the aboriginal people call them "Boon-A-Warnge" (Hairy Man). He said there are many limestone caves in the area and that they live in them. He also said many people in the area have seen the "Boon-A-Warnge" in the Ashford area. He had seen one and chased it with friends and pig dogs, but the creature eluded them. His sighting was up North East of Ashford. So, if you dare, try sleeping by yourself in the top camping ground at Ashford Gorge.
Experience 2
The Forest Yowie
Written by Paul Clacher Copyright 2004
On Thursday afternoon around 1:45 pm I had driven down to see a local farmer, who I had met on Tuesday. I had taken the cast of the cat print to show him. And he just could not believe the size of the plaster of paris print I had just taken. The print was about 12 centimetres across. The cast had been taken about 1 kilometre away from where our camp was. When I returned to the camp, my family was worried about some wild cows in the bush. They were making a terrible sound, like they were terrified. They were wailing and bellowing. I heard them too and they sounded really scared. That was around 2:15 PM and after about 1/2 an hour the sound ceased. As it got dark we then started to hear what sounded like a car door repeatedly being slammed shut. It sounded like it was about 500 metres away. A person once described the sound to me like "bomming (he pronounced it bouming)". The camp is surrounded by about 1700 acres, so it is very isolated country. The entire area is heavy with granite formations and is heavily wooded.
It was about 7:00 PM and we were sitting around the camp fire and I had to go away from the camp fire area for a bit. On my return, my family told me that there was something walking around the camp fire just at the edge of the darkness. I sat down on the log. I then heard foot steps too on the dry crunchy leaves. Just then I heard the most blood curdling sound I have ever heard. Not 20 metres away came a sound. A guttural sound. A sound deep from within a chest of low but powerful tones. It was a sound of an animal. A sound I have never heard before. In fact it sounded like a cross between a loud possum, a koala, a snorting pig and an air brake from a Mack Truck. Sounds strange I know, but it made that noise twice, and they were about 5 minutes apart. If I could compare it to anything at all, I would say that it sounded a lot like a set of Semitrailer compression air-brakes being engaged. We sat there in silence. It sounded again. I had absolutely no logical explanation for such a sound. I have heard a koala growl and while it sounded similar to a koala it was much much deeper and much much louder. This was no koala. I think that we were being stalked by a Yowie. What do you think?
Very shortly afterwards we all went to bed. I can tell you I don't think any of us got much sleep that night. The bomming went on and on through the night. The following morning (Friday) we awoke (about 7:00 am) and we walked up a bush track towards the banging, which sounded very much like a solid branch being struck up against a tree. It sounded all the world like a car door being slammed shut. The sound repeated itself about every 90 seconds or so. As we walked towards the banging sound, it would move away from us and at times it moved to a slightly different direction. From that I could only deduct that there was more than one creature making the sounds. After about 600 to 700 metres up the track, I displaying a sense of wisdom and we turned around and returned back to the camp. As we packed up and were just ready to drive off, the banging stopped. We have not been back there to our favourite spot, since that episode.
Paul
The Gorge Yowie
Written by Paul Clacher Copyright 2004
In the Easter of 1973 I was camped in the top camping area at MacIntyre Gorge, which is also known as Kwiambal National Park with my then girlfriend, and our 3 friends. The first night was spent sitting around the camp fire. On the second night we all sat around the camp fire again until about 10:00 pm. We then retired to our respective tents and I think that I must have dozed off. Some time later I was awoken as I heard something walking around the tent. As there had been possums around the tent on the first night I thought the possums were back for a second showing. This time the sound was different. It sounded more like just walking type footsteps. So I thought it was a goanna or a large lizard. I then saw a large silhouette walk upright in front of the tent. On that night there was some moonlight and I could see that it was human in shape, but it was very large and solid in build. I thought it was a large person at first until this thing started trying to open the zip of the tent. I thought it very strange as the thing was trying to open the tent from the top or the apex of the tent. It was when the thing started to rock from side to side and start to grunt that I became even more frozen with terror. At first I thought that it was a large person, but the outline was very fuzzy and looked sort of hairy and the grunts did not sound very human at all. After what seemed like an eternity I built up enough courage to yell out to the creature "Hey you what are you doing.". The thing just stopped, it casually turned to its left and slowly ambled off into the bush in an easterly direction.
I woke up my girlfriend and asked if she had seen or heard what had happened. She said no. I was so scared that I went over to the others and woke them up. What ever the thing was I clearly recall that I was so scared, that I said that I could not sleep back in that tent that night So I decided to sleep next to the fire. One of my friends could see that I was so scared that he said that he would sleep outside at the fire with us. I am sure that what I saw that night was not human. I have since spoken with another friend who used to be an aboriginal Forest Ranger in the New England area and he also was raised in the area and he said that there are Hairy Men in that area. He told me that the aboriginal people call them "Boon-A-Warnge" (Hairy Man). He said there are many limestone caves in the area and that they live in them. He also said many people in the area have seen the "Boon-A-Warnge" in the Ashford area. He had seen one and chased it with friends and pig dogs, but the creature eluded them. His sighting was up North East of Ashford. So, if you dare, try sleeping by yourself in the top camping ground at Ashford Gorge.
Experience 2
The Forest Yowie
Written by Paul Clacher Copyright 2004
On Thursday afternoon around 1:45 pm I had driven down to see a local farmer, who I had met on Tuesday. I had taken the cast of the cat print to show him. And he just could not believe the size of the plaster of paris print I had just taken. The print was about 12 centimetres across. The cast had been taken about 1 kilometre away from where our camp was. When I returned to the camp, my family was worried about some wild cows in the bush. They were making a terrible sound, like they were terrified. They were wailing and bellowing. I heard them too and they sounded really scared. That was around 2:15 PM and after about 1/2 an hour the sound ceased. As it got dark we then started to hear what sounded like a car door repeatedly being slammed shut. It sounded like it was about 500 metres away. A person once described the sound to me like "bomming (he pronounced it bouming)". The camp is surrounded by about 1700 acres, so it is very isolated country. The entire area is heavy with granite formations and is heavily wooded.
It was about 7:00 PM and we were sitting around the camp fire and I had to go away from the camp fire area for a bit. On my return, my family told me that there was something walking around the camp fire just at the edge of the darkness. I sat down on the log. I then heard foot steps too on the dry crunchy leaves. Just then I heard the most blood curdling sound I have ever heard. Not 20 metres away came a sound. A guttural sound. A sound deep from within a chest of low but powerful tones. It was a sound of an animal. A sound I have never heard before. In fact it sounded like a cross between a loud possum, a koala, a snorting pig and an air brake from a Mack Truck. Sounds strange I know, but it made that noise twice, and they were about 5 minutes apart. If I could compare it to anything at all, I would say that it sounded a lot like a set of Semitrailer compression air-brakes being engaged. We sat there in silence. It sounded again. I had absolutely no logical explanation for such a sound. I have heard a koala growl and while it sounded similar to a koala it was much much deeper and much much louder. This was no koala. I think that we were being stalked by a Yowie. What do you think?
Very shortly afterwards we all went to bed. I can tell you I don't think any of us got much sleep that night. The bomming went on and on through the night. The following morning (Friday) we awoke (about 7:00 am) and we walked up a bush track towards the banging, which sounded very much like a solid branch being struck up against a tree. It sounded all the world like a car door being slammed shut. The sound repeated itself about every 90 seconds or so. As we walked towards the banging sound, it would move away from us and at times it moved to a slightly different direction. From that I could only deduct that there was more than one creature making the sounds. After about 600 to 700 metres up the track, I displaying a sense of wisdom and we turned around and returned back to the camp. As we packed up and were just ready to drive off, the banging stopped. We have not been back there to our favourite spot, since that episode.
Paul