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Sunday, December 06, 2009

MUIRHEAD`S MYSTERIES: THE BEAST OF BUSCO

Today I`m going to focus on Oscar, the Beast of Busco; a giant snapping turtle that inhabited a lake in Churubusco, Indiana in 1949. 'Despite a month-long hunt that briefly gained national attention, the Beast of Busco was never found.' (1).

July 27, 1948

'Ora Blue and Charley Wilson, brothers-in-law of Gale Harris, had their fishing rudely interrupted by Oscar, who suddenly surfaced along side of their row boat. They said his back was bigger than the boat and his head the size of a child`s.' (Oscar Fulk, the original owner of the property, reported seeing the turtle 50 years ago) (2).

'First week of March,1949. Oscar was seen again, and this time a group of townspeople sought out to capture him. According to Harris and newspaper reports, they actually had the turtle trapped in about ten feet of water off the shore in a trap consisting of stakes and chicken wire but Oscar was too strong and broke out. But at this time a man named Del Winegardner climbed up a tree and took films of Oscar. Merl Leitch and Dally Fogle both claim they saw the turtle in the film (though not in person), that it was clearly visible just beneath the water level and was every bit as big as Blue and Wilson claimed. Unfortunately, the film, along with photographs taken by Dailey Fogel, are not available. Mr Winegardner sold the film four years ago.' (3)

March 11 1949

'O. E. Jones, Churubusco, former owner of the farm, said some fellows had told him about a big turtle. "I said it was my Black Angus cow swimming around,” he had replied. Tracks extending 10 to 15 feet were found in the mud.' (4)

End of March

'Four hundred autos an hour snakes there way along the highway to the farm. Letters arrived addressed simply, "Turtle Town, USA." Profssional trappers from Tennessee were called in. More divers went under. All these efforts were greatly hindered by the cold and icy March weather. Most observers theorized that Oscar was hibernating in the soft, mushy lake bottom. The town of Syracuse, IN, the site of Lake Wawasee resident and Harris had somehow lured him away into his lake!' (5)

March 19 1949

'The Harris family began selling coffee and hot dogs. Diver Rigsby went down, but the helmet leaked, so he came back up. The search was called off.' (6)

The hunt for Oscar continued through 1949 with various ingenious methods for trying to capture him/her (such as draining the lake) but to not avail. However:

'October 13th 1949 And Oscar didn`t disappoint them [the onlookers]. On a Sunday morning, in plain view of 200 people, he put on his most spectacular show when he leaped out of the water to feast on the live ducks set a top a trap.' (7)

'Finally, October 21st 1949. But this was the last show, for Gale Harris began to run into problems. The soft, mushy bottom presented problems. It started caving in, greatly reducing the amount of pumping they could do. The pump wore out. Eventually the tractor broke down. To supplement the worn out machinery (and men) a 17 foot crane was brought in. A reporter from a Chicago paper fell into one of the crevices and almost drowned. For two months they pumped and struggled, and in December it was all over. Harris had an attack of appendicitis and when he got out of the hospital, rain had filled up the lake.' (8)

Wikipedia has this to say about cultural impact: 'Oscar`s memory lives on in Churubusco`s Turtle Days festival held each June. It includes a parade, carnival and turtle races. A turtle shell labelled “Beast of Busco” hangs in the Two Brothers Restaurant in Decatur, Indiana.' (9)


1. Wikipedia Beast of Busco http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beast_of_Busco
2. Churubusco Chamber of Commerce “Oscar The Beast of Busco” p.2
3. Ibid p.2
4. Ibid p.2
5. Ibid. p.3
6. Ibid. p.4
7. Ibid p.4
8. Ibid p.4
9. Wikipedia op cit.

Devo Blockhead

Never leaves a gap
Unfilled
Always pays on time
Always fits the bill
He comes well prepared
Cube top
Squared off
Eight corners
90 degree angles
Flat top
Stares straight ahead
Stock parts
Blockhead
Never tips over
Stands up on his own
He is a blockhead
Thinking man full grown

OLL LEWIS: Yesterday’s News Today

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On this day on in 2006 NASA released photographs taken by the Mars Global Surveyor that showed gullies, weathering and erosion likely caused by water.
And now for a spot of fortean zoology news:

Zulu king wins South Africa bull-killing case
Antarctica Was Oasis for Life During "Great Dying" 250 Million Years Ago
Pigs really can fly....with the help of a trampoline

My, that’s a ‘pig’ jump.

Saturday, December 05, 2009

MARJORIE BRAUND 1930-2009

Many of you who are reading this will have met Marjorie at the 2006-8 Weird Weekends. She was always to be found in the front row, often engaging in discussions of a seriously esoteric nature with the likes of Peter Robins.

She has been very ill with multiple cancers for a year now, and she finally died at 6:30 this morning. Corinna and I have visited her daily for several weeks as she struggled bravely through what was to be her final illness.

Since I first arrived in this village in July 1971 she has been like a second mother to me. During my bitter conflicts with my own parents she loved and supported me. When my father died she was there for me, and when I married Corinna I asked her and Corinna's mother to sign the register as witnesses.

When people die the obituary writers invariably say what a dear, kind person the deceased was even if they were actually a nasty piece of work. However, (and this is not obituary writer hyperbole) Marjorie was the sweetest, kindest and most loving person I have ever met. I never saw her angry. I never heard a cross word. I have always loved her dearly, and you don't stop loving someone just because they are dead.

I usually conclude obituaries by saying that my heart goes out to her family. However, in this case, though we have no biological connection, I truly feel that she is part of my real family, as are her daughters Kaye and Lorraine, her son-in-law Roy and her three grandchildren David, Ross and Greg. I love you all, my dears, and share in your immeasurable loss.

JON IS IN THE WARS AGAIN

Apologies to anyone who was supposed to see me this weekend, most notably the launch bash for The Bideford Post (a new monthly newspaper for which Corinna and I are writing a column) but not only have we been overtaken by events, and I really don't feel like going out in public, but I have managed to hurt myself again.

I really am the most accident-prone klutz in the history of cryptozoology, but early yesterday morning I was answering a call of nature when I trod (all 23 stone of me) on the plug of the vacuum cleaner, which had become detached from its customary place.

I was barefoot.

I am now hobbling around the place like a character from some dreadful pre-war horror movie, and everyone is being very nice to me, and (though I deserve it) no-one has told me that I really should look where I am going. But bloody hell, it hurts whenever I walk....

LAWRIE WILLIAMS: Topaz Trip

On November 30th I took some friends out to Topaz for a bit of a look around. It was sad to see how much forest has been wiped away as well as how many public roads have locked gates. The Labor Party was founded in opposition to the squatters (as in Waltzing Matilda) but in the 1980s they got the bright idea of devolving state power to local councils usually dominated by conservative farmers. As a result many of the finest scenic and prospecting areas in the state are now inaccessible and many public roads have been closed, making it impossible for the public to use them.

Oh, well; all the better for the survival of crypo-critters.

We went to check out Wairambar Creek. From a distance Topaz shows only as a sliver of pale green - it is mostly dairy farms. The google view shows Topaz along with the Russel River and some of the most difficult terrain on the planet. Topaz is the tongue of
land in the mid-ground and Millaa Millaa is at the top left. Topaz is 12km away but its a full 30-km drive to get there.

Topaz - a long range view

Topaz and Bartle Frere


This is a well-known Yowie area and I shall collect some witness accounts in the fullness of time.

I'd promised some friends I would show them some gold so we went across some private land (with permission) and into the rainforest. About 2km in, the track ended and then we went about 200m down a steep slope, all of it through a dense maze of saplings and vines under the mature canopy.

The last part was truly precipitous but with so much stuff to grab or get tangled in if we fell it was not so much deadly as merely risky and difficult.



Karen in the creek




We got to the creek and the first thing I noticed was that all the rocks were loose. In other words, some time in the past 15 years it has all been put through a gold dredge. No harm in that although it is illegal. We delved to a bank next to a big pool and got a couple of dishes to 'wash.' The first had a speck of gold in it and the second a fleck. The worthwhile gold would be in a horizontal stratum all around us up the slopes.

This goldfield never got cleaned up because of the dense scrub, the "wild blacks", the basalt overburden and above all, because of the deadly depressive effects that set in once the rain starts and the scenery becomes dark monochrome, even during daytime.

I'd done my bit so I resorted to the pool. What with spending so much time writing I've started to put on weight so to fight da flab I stayed in the cool ( 17 C approx) water for half an hour. Wonderful.

At one stage while swimming underwater across the pool I was cruising between big boulders and ahead of me I saw a big dark cloud of mud. It put the wind up me because it could only mean I was sharing the pool with something fairly large. I hastily retreated. Years ago in nearby 5-mile creek a water snake fixed his teeth around my calf making a huge circle of small holes and I did not feel like a repeat of that experience. Another time I met a very big eel in the Russel River - we simultaneously turned tail and fled!

There was no chance of meeting a yowie that day. I'd taken my dog Chelsie along and could not navigate the slope with her on the chain as it kept getting impossibly tangled in the vines. So she was set free. She is trained not to go off chasing things and one of the strange characteristics of North Queensland scrub is that it is very rare to see any animal life. So she just showed off her all-terrain abilities literally running up and down the impossible slope while we hauled our way up inch by difficult inch.

I am sure dogs are the reason humans are not extinct. No large predator could possibly catch a human by surprise because of the way dogs constantly circle their people in dense forest. Naturally when I go deeper into the scrub I leave Chelsie at home.

I believe the tropical rainforests of Queensland are the closest thing left on this planet to the original natural habitat of Homo sap and related species. The temperature is stable, there is constant food if you know what to look for, there is always water and there is the security that comes of being invisible just 20m away from unwanted prying eyes. Despite the horrid climb with clutching at thorny vines and scrabbling in the dirt none of us suffered any injury worse than some very tired muscles in our arms. (I did pause on the way up to wonder what I'd do if I blundered into a colony of jumping ants!)

Today I feel weary but very much alive. My appetite has reduced in response to that long spell in cold water. More long cool swims coming up this summer!

ON THE TRACK EPISODE 27



The latest edition of a monthly webTV show from the CFZ and CFZtv, bringing you the latest cryptozoological, and monster hunting news from around the world. This episode brings you:

Cornish werewolf?
Other westcountry werewolves
Oll does the rounds
Interesting fish experiment
CFZ in wintertime
New and Rediscovered: New spidercrabs
New and Rediscovered: Rare monkey genetics
New and Rediscovered: New chamaeleon

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On this day in 1952 the miasma of filth known as the Great Smog descended upon London causing the deaths of 12,000 people.
And now the news:

A wee mistake for sea bird
Feeding birds 'changes evolution'
Big freeze plunged Europe into ice age in months
Veggie Macca urged to beat swift meat retreat
Burleson Couple Says Egg Is A Message From God
Plan to breed lab monkeys splits Guayama residents
Scientists uncover new king crab species

In celebration of that; more from the Credit Crunch Crabs.

Q: Why did the crab blush?
A: Because the sea weed.