1974-02-15 - Jacksonville, FL - Circle

This happened a long time ago but I never officially reported it. I just read Leslie Kean’s book and decided to do so. I was 16. It was a week day night. It was cold. I went out with a prospective boyfriend to hand out and drink a disc pack. We also had some marijuana. We kept getting chased away from the usual places so we ended up in an area of sand dunes that is between The city and the beaches. Not far from Craig Field. He was trying to get the car unstuck from the sand going back and forth when I looked up from the front windshield and saw a round hovering craft with colored lights blinking around the outer edge. I called my companion’s attention to it. He saw it too. We both stared at it for a moment and then it took off very low over the dunes. It made no noise and did not stir up any sand. We got out of the car and tried to run in the direction it went. That was not easy and we soon got winded. We decided to go to a high area to see if we could see ! anything. We did but there was nothing in sight. We sat down to catch our breath and smoke a joint. We were probably about a mile from the car and could sat looking back in that direction. Shortly two other vehicles entered the du es from the road we used to enter. We initially saw only the headlights. They had to be 4 wheel drive to travel on the dunes. We kept watching and they kept coming towards us. Until we became alarmed. They were clearly aiming for us and traveling pretty fast. They both came up the dune where we were sitting and I ran. I think he did too. I was blinded by the lights. They may have used spot lights. I ran down the dune into a wet area and fell down getting icky water and stuff all over. The cars which looked like black Jeep’s kept going in the direction that the craft went without stopping. My companion was not pleased with my wet swampy self getting in his car and he drove me home in silence. I did not see him again for a number of months. It was w! arm the day. I immediately started reminiscing about what happ! ened. He said he did not remember anything that happened that night. He remembered picking me up but nothing else. The pot was. It that good and we had two beers apiece. I never saw him again.