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TRUE CAMPFIRE STORY #8
AN UNUSUAL FISH AND THE MISSING NIGHT
Sheila and I were in Hawaii, on the Island of Kauai. We were staying at
condo on the southwest shore, but we had a rental car and were able to
quite freely. The first few days we found secluded beaches, non-tourist
restaurants, and local taverns that made our trip most enjoyable.
We attempted some surfing, but found we were better at boogie boarding.
some experience with wind surfing and enjoyed getting better. I could
sail out of the water better than Sheila, but Sheila kept making the
turns much better than me; we decided that we'd explore other
We decided that we'd try a bit of hiking and fishing, so we drove up
coast; to the end of the road in the north.
There was a short hike
luscious fern and frond jungles that wended its way to the sea;
cave awaited us. We were excited, as we knew that the tide would be
low, so we
could explore the cave, and even though it was late in the afternoon,
still have time to return to the trail, before the high tide blocked
We partook of a short lunch with the meager
provisions we had carried
and then I took my small collapsible trout pole out of my pack. I made
cast with a feathered-weighted steamer and was surprised at the
lure was propelled. After numerous casts, I finally felt a hit; not an
amazingly strong hit, but none-the-less a hit. The fish felt like it
was 2 or 3
pounds and I played it softly, as I would a trout. Soon, I was able to
mystery fish up the sandy beach. It was a most unusual fish; with huge
eyes that seemed to hypnotize me as I gazed at them. I shook my head,
trying to not fall asleep, and again I examined this most unusual
eyes were mesmerizing!
I called Sheila over to see my trophy; she was not overly impressed,
forever the artist, she did comment that the eyes were not quite
balance. As we discussed this most unusual find, we heard a whirring
actually it was more of a vibration than a sound. The air just seemed
vibrate with no sound, but we felt we should have been able to hear it.
was setting in the west, and the evening was quickly approaching. We
were up on
a small precipice, just above the cave and I remember Sheila saying
should start back if we wanted to beat the tide.
I looked at the coming darkness and suddenly I was completely confused;
seemed as if the sun was rising, not setting????? I asked Sheila if we
fallen asleep and she said she was sure that we hadn't, but we
leave soon. Then, we saw the sun rising in the east! We were stunned!!
happened to the evening and night? Did we both fall asleep, not even
The tide was again low, so we made our way back to the trail; back
jungle of ferns and fronds, back to our rent-a-car. I realized that I
cleaned our funny looking fish, so I decided that I should clean it
the parking area. I opened my soft creel and found it empty? I had no
where I had lost it, but guessed that it had fallen out of the creel
trek through the jungle. We drove back down south and were both very
we reached our condo; we both decided to take a nap. We slept until
Through the years, we never really did discuss this missing
I'm sure Sheila thought about it as often as I did.
When Sheila was examining meditation, Reiki, and self-awareness, she
that she thought she remembered some things from that night, but she
to discuss these memories with me openly. I tried to reassure her that
be open and understanding, but she insisted that I meditate, and then I
inform her of my remembrances. Then she would inform me if my memories
coincided with hers.
As I reached an inner level of self-awareness, I knew that everything
stopped after we had heard the whirring that couldn't be heard. Then,
horror, I saw this face; it was grey, with little if any nose, huge
eyes, and a gigantic cranium. I didn't have a complete vision, yet I
I was inside some sort of stainless steel compartment; how I had gotten
was beyond my ability to recollect.
In the presence of this grey face, all I knew was that I was being
was not sure why. Sheila confirmed that my impressions were her
but we agreed that they were too vague to fully comprehend.
Even with these moments of meditative awareness of that night's events,
the years the trauma abated, the urgency to understand disappeared, and
Many years later, as we were packing our suitcases for a new adventure,
a bulge in a side pocket of the suitcase. I found a roll of undeveloped
its plastic container. Sheila dropped it off at Longs film counter that
and we left on our new trip.
Months later, I was in Longs and the clerk informed me that I had a
developed film that had never been retrieved. I paid for it and brought
home; not remembering what the film was or where it came from. As
and I opened the envelope and examined the contents, we simultaneously
a lamenting wail; I think we both remembered the grey face at the
saw the photograph of our strange fish.
As our brains struggled to put our memories into a cohesive form, we
what had happened during our missing night. We had been confronted with
strange creature; one that did not communicate verbally, but through
thoughts and impressions. We were informed that our odd fish was not
fish, but it was, in fact, a genetic cousin to our grey captor. Our
fish was a new seed and we must return him to the waters. At the time,
understood, and complied with the wishes of our grey host. We didn't
threatened, rather we felt compliant to the inevitable.
Now, we think of the consequences of our folly; could it be the
the human race? Or, could it just be the necessary advancement of our
We don't presume to have the depth of knowledge required to make such
Although it is never necessary to prove a campfire story, we felt
present the factual evidence of its validity. We have our rental car
receipts; we have our Longs photo; and even though we don't have an
photo of our grey friend, we did find a representative photo on the
to the best of our memories!
2004, Carport's True Stories
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