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Pappas Trading Post archery expert JC Chamberlin offers advice for planting fall food plots and announces Cuddeback trail camera specials. Guide Hunter Oehlert reports good action for walleyes, crappies and channel catfish on Castle Rock Lake and announces a special fishing outing for kids on August 24th.Ross Borden, founder and CEO of Matador Network, explains how his AI-based travel assistant, Guide Geek, can help plan detailed travel, hunting, fishing, camping outings and more.
On this episode of Fishing the DMV, we get a Kerr Reservoir, High Rock Lake and Lake Norman fishing report with Travis Donaldson. Travis the past couple of years has won the North Carolina BFL on Kerr and followed and has gotten a 2nd place finish at High Rock! Please support Fishing the DMV on Patreon!!! Patreon: https://patreon.com/FishingtheDMVPodcastooPoll contest link down below: https://app.oopoll.com/zgpM/q7keug0a If you are interested in being on the show or a sponsorship opportunity, please reach out to me at fishingtheDMV@gmail.comHere are the links to Travis sponsors. www.temperaturedesignhvac.comwww.trane.com www.mitsubishicomfort.comwww.customtacklesupply.com (Muffin Top Jigs)www.honeysucklehomesteadnc.com Please checkout our Patreon Sponsors Jake's bait & Tackle website: http://www.jakesbaitandtackle.com/ Catoctin Creek Custom Rods: https://www.facebook.com/CatoctinCreekCustomRods Shallow Water Fishing Adventures: https://swfabaittackle.com/shop Tiger Crankbaits on Facebook!! https://www.facebook.com/tigercrankbaits Fishing the DMV Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/Arensbassin/?ref=pages_you_manage Fishing the DMV Instagram page: https://www.instagram.com/fishingthedmv/?utm_medium=copy_link #bassfishing #fishingtheDMV #fishingtipsSupport the Show.
The Castle Rock Lake area is an awesome summer destination! We love going up here for lake days, and Hayden even had his bachelor party in this area. Not only is Castle Rock Lake one of the largest lakes in the state, but the area around it also has lots of fun and unique things to do! Click here for the episode recap!IG: @thatwisconsincoupleFB: @thatwisconsincoupleLeave us your feedback or recommendations here!
In this episode, Hailey goes on a tasty tour through Jefferson County, stopping by some of the best breweries, wineries, and distilleries across the region! Beginning with the breweries, Hailey heads to Lake Mills, home to Sunshine Brewing Company and Tyranena Brewing Company. Next, in Waterloo, she checks out Hubbleton Brewing Company, and swings by Whitewater, where both 841 Brewhouse and Second Salem Brewing Company offer their own unique and one-of-a-kind flavors. From fresh brews to smooth wines, Hailey ventures to a few Jefferson County favorites found in Jefferson and Lake Mills–Stable Rock Winery, Lewis Station Winery, and Cambridge Winery. To top it off, she ends her visit tasting Wisconsin-made spirits at the one and only Stable Rock Distillery.Read the blog here: https://discoverwisconsin.com/a-tasty-tour-through-jefferson-county-breweries-wineries-distilleries/Sunshine Brewing Company: https://sunshinebrewco.com/; Tyranena Brewing Company: https://tyranena.com/; Hubbleton Brewing Company: http://www.hubbleton.com/; 841 Brewhouse: https://www.841brewhouse.com/; Second Salem Brewing Company: http://secondsalem.com/; Stable Rock Winery: https://www.stablerockwinery.com/; Lewis Station Winery: http://lewisstationwinery.com/; Cambridge Winery: https://www.cambridgewinery.com/; Stable Rock Distillery: https://www.stablerockwinery.com/The Bobber: https://discoverwisconsin.com/blog/The Cabin Podcast: https://the-cabin.simplecast.com. Follow on social @thecabinpodShop Discover Wisconsin: shop.discoverwisconsin.com. Follow on social @shopdiscoverwisconsinDiscover Wisconsin: https://discoverwisconsin.com/. Follow on social @discoverwisconsinDiscover Mediaworks: https://discovermediaworks.com/. Follow on social @discovermediaworksJefferson County: https://www.jeffersoncountywi.gov/. Follow on social @jeffersoncountywi
The Sunday Morning Worship Service at Plainfield Christian Church in Comstock Park, MI Preacher: Bruce Wilson Youth Minister: Josh Antonopulos Children's Minister: Wade Harrier Worship Leader: Katie Winstanley Learn more at https://www.pccmi.org/ Songs: CCLI #2228009 Sermon: Rooted In Colossians Tim St Louis Scripture: Colossians 2:6-7 Colossians 2:8 Colossians 3:5-10, 12-14 Colossians 3:16-17, 4:2, 7-15 Notes: Intro Colossians 2:6-7 Paul gives us three applicable things that we can do 1. Be rooted and built up in HIM Colossians 2:8 a) Staying Grounded in Scripture b) Understanding Core Doctrines c) Engaging in Sound Theology d) Living out our Faith Authentically 2. Be strengthened in the faith as you were taught Colossians 3:5-10, 12-14 a) Immorality b) Discontentment c) Emotional and Relational Sickness d) Renew our Minds e) Putting on Christ-like Virtues f) Live in Truth 3. Overflow with thankfulness Colossians 3:16-17, 4:2, 7-15 a) Sing Praises b) Sacrifice c) Engage in Prayer d) Participate in Community e) Living in the Name of Jesus
Have you heard of these underwater rock structures in Wisconsin known as the Rock Lake Pyramids?
The Cabin is presented by the Wisconsin Counties Association and this week we're featuring Oneida County: https://bit.ly/3D9yHwfThe Cabin is also brought to you by Group Health Trust: https://bit.ly/3JMizCXCampfire Conversation: Eric, Ana, and Jake dive into ice in this episode - well, not INTO ice but into the topic of the sculptures people make with ice around Wisconsin in wintertime. These are icy creations you can see, and sometimes even interact with.Many are at festivals. Examples include the Knickerbocker Festival in Lake Mills, named after a company that harvested ice from the city's own Rock Lake. They offer plenty of fun activities, including ice sculpting demonstrations throughout the downtown area and an ice bar with Tyranena Brewing Company, which was named after the lake's original name. Other fun activities like ice golfing, ice skating, and an activity named “Ididherdad” which you'll just have to hear about in the episode. This year, it takes place February 3-4, 2024.Lake Geneva offers similar fun from January 30-February 4 with their classic Winterfest and US National Snow Sculpting Competition, which also features ice sculptures meticulously crafted and presented at locations throughout the city's downtown. You can also enjoy Winter Realms at Geneva National in the Lake Geneva area, which opens in January and will continue as long as the weather allows. Winter Realms is an update of the annual Ice Castles event, featuring sleigh rides, an ice volcano, igloos, tubing activities, mesmerizing ice sculptures, and ice slides. Meander among snow caverns, tunnels and an ice throne as you experience a world of winter magic. More ice-filled events kicking off in January include the massive Waukesha Jan-Boree, a 10-day festival encompassing activities across the city from January 19-28. Ice-related activities include sculpting demos and completed works, ice skating, ice dancing, ice fishing clinics, and more. More sculptures and crafted ice art can be found nearby at events like New Berlin's Winterfest January 6th and Dela-FREEZE in Delafield January 13th with live ice carvings taking place throughout the day.At the other end of the state, late January features the Lake Superior Ice Festival in Superior the weekend of January 26th & 27th, which not only has ice carving and sculptures but an ice throne you can sit on! Just not for too long…That weekend kicks off Friday the 25th with the Winterfest Ice Carving Competition in Green Bay, which pins carvers against each other to create works of art that are proudly displayed in the Broadway District for as long as the weather allows. And yes, they have an ice throne, too!February festivals featuring ice carvings and sculptures include the Kenosha Snow Daze Festival February 4th, which includes tons of demonstrations; Winterfest in Cedarburg February 16-17, where the ice sculpting is a contest; and Appleton's Avenue of Ice, which debuts the 3rd weekend in February every year with over 30 unique ice sculptures displayed in front of the unique boutiques, specialty shops and restaurants.Other sites for ice sculptures include Roger Nelson's Ice Formations, which is a place in Maiden Rock where the Rush River rushes towards the Mississippi and pushes enough water and ice up strategically placed wood and other materials to freeze on them and create some unique looks people are welcome to come and see. They have a Facebook page with photos and regular updates, as Mother Nature basically makes these at random.One fantastic annual creation is in Eagle River: the Ice Castle. The beautiful monument to the city that heads up the World's Largest Chain of Interconnected Freshwater Lakes and Snowmobile Capital of the World is perched at the western edge of the city's downtown right where all the main roads converge. It dates back to 1933 and began with only 250 blocks of ice; today it utilizes over 3,000 blocks and rises over 20 feet, incorporating obelisks and colored flood lights that bring illumination all night long. The Ice Castle, made from foot-thick blocks of ice harvested from nearby lakes and rivers, generally rises around New Year's and stays as long as weather allows. It's a staple of Eagle River's winters almost every year and a beautiful sculpture creation done by volunteers.Companies like designed by Krystal Kleer Ice Sculptures, LLC and Art Below Zero often create the ice sculptures for events, but many establishments hire companies and artists like these to create ice bars for them that patrons love to frequent whilst imbibing outdoors in the cold months. Ice Bars get set up in places like Titletown District establishments in Green Bay, Belair Cantina at The Corners of Brookfield in the Town of Brookfield, Third Ward and the Milwaukee Public Market in Milwaukee, at the Baker House during Winterfest in Lake Geneva, and many more spots around the state. Look forward to the big freeze and enjoy these icy works of art this winter in Wisconsin! Knickerbocker Ice Festival in Lake Mills info: https://enjoyjeffersoncounty.com/events/lake-mills-knickerbocker-ice-festival/Winterfest/US National Snow Sculpting Competition in Lake Geneva info: https://www.visitlakegeneva.com/winterfest/Winter Realms at Geneva National: https://www.winterrealms.com/winter-realms-lake-geneva/Cedarburg Winterfest: https://www.cedarburgfestival.org/winterfestNew Berlin Winterfest: https://www.newberlinwi.gov/1064/WinterfestKenosha Snow Daze: https://www.visitkenosha.com/event/snow-daze-festival/461/Lake Superior Ice Festival: https://lakesuperioricefestival.com/Green Bay Winterfest: https://downtowngreenbay.com/explore/broadway-events/winterfestonbroadwayDelaFREEZE: https://delafieldchamber.com/delafreezeWaukesha JanBoree: https://www.janboree.org/Rush River Ice Sculptures Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/people/Rush-River-Ice-Sculptures/100070987761204/Inside Sponsors:Jefferson County - https://bit.ly/3gt0NauShop Discover Wisconsin - https://shop.discoverwisconsin.com
This is the third of three episodes on archeological activities that have taken place in Algonquin Park since the late 1930s. The focus in Part III is to share insights into the archeological work that has been done in the Park since the 1990s. Most of the investigations have been initiated by private archeologists with permission from the then Park Authorities. This musical interlude is called Algonquin Provincial Park and comes from Dan Gibson's Solitudes National Parks and Sanctuaries CD. It is brought to you with the approval of Digital Funding LLC. Solitudes music can be found wherever you get your music streaming. For this series, I've relied on a number of key sources including: Rory MacKay's Algonquin Park – A Place Like No Other and Spirits of the Little Bonnechere Several ‘thought leadership papers by William Allen including: Importance of Archaeology re Species at Risk: Eel Focus William Allen Nov 2007 Nineteenth Century Aboriginal Farmers of the Madawaska River Several ‘thought leadership papers by Rory MacKay including: Potatoes in the Pines - Looking at the Material Culture of Nineteenth Century Logging Camps: An Algonquin Park Perspective and beyond April 2014 Why was this research on the camboose shanties of Algonquin Park important?- Rory MacKay Archaeological Research in Algonquin Provincial Park and immediate vicinity to 2023: A Categorization and Chronology An Alternate Explanation for the Anomalous Vision Pits at Rock Lake in Algonquin Provincial Park Looking at the Material Culture of Nineteenth Century Logging Camps: An Algonquin Park Perspective and beyond April 2014 Ontario Archeological Society's ARC Notes Vol 12 Issue 5 Sept-Oct 2007 Pukaskwa Pits: Rethinking the vision quest hypothesis, by Nancy Champagne Ontario Archeological Society's ARC Notes Vol 14 Issue 6 Nov-Dec 200 The Aarel Site Camboose Shanty in Algonquin Park by Rory MacKay Archeologists Come to Their Senses - Looking beyond visual archaeological evidence By William Allen Ontario Archeological Society's ARC Notes Vol 16 Issue 2 Mar-Apr 2011 The Nesswabic (Petawawa) River Watershed – Zone of Political Tension Over the Centuries by William Allen
This is the second of three episodes on archeological activities that have taken place in Algonquin Park since the late 1930s. The focus of Part II is to provide some insight into the archeological work that was done from 1939 to the late 1990s, mostly by private archeologists with permission from the then Park Authorities. This musical interlude is called Ride the Wind and comes from Dan Gibson's Solitudes CD Thunder Spirit. It is brought to you with the approval of Digital Funding LLC. Solitudes music can be found wherever you get your music streaming. For this series, I've relied on a number of key sources including: Rory MacKay's Algonquin Park – A Place Like No Other and Spirits of the Little Bonnechere Several ‘thought leadership papers by William Allen including: Importance of Archaeology re Species at Risk: Eel Focus William Allen Nov 2007 Nineteenth Century Aboriginal Farmers of the Madawaska River Several ‘thought leadership papers by Rory MacKay including: Potatoes in the Pines Looking at the Material Culture of Nineteenth Century Logging Camps: An Algonquin Park Perspective and beyond April 2014 Why was this research on the camboose shanties of Algonquin Park important?- Rory MacKay Archaeological Research in Algonquin Provincial Park and immediate vicinity to 2023: A Categorization and Chronology An Alternate Explanation for the Anomalous Vision Pits at Rock Lake in Algonquin Provincial Park Ontario Archeological Society's ARC Notes Vol 12 Issue 5 Sept-Oct 2007 Pukaskwa Pits: Rethinking the vision quest hypothesis, by Nancy Champagne Ontario Archeological Society's ARC Notes Vol 14 Issue 6 Nov-Dec 2009 The Aarel Site Camboose Shanty in Algonquin Park by Rory MacKay Archeologists Come to Their Senses - Looking beyond visual archaeological evidence By William Allen Ontario Archeological Society's ARC Notes Vol 16 Issue 2 Mar-Apr 2011 The Nesswabic (Petawawa) River Watershed – Zone of Political Tension Over the Centuries by William Allen The Ontario Archaeological Society Field Manual William Hurley's Second Annual report on Archaeological research conducted in Algonquin Provincial Park. Dr. John Casselman: American Eels in the St. Lawrence River System - Going, Going, Gone? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3uKAKkHzb0
On this special edition of Expanded Perspectives, the guys start the show off by talking about how this is the 10th year of the show. Then, they revisit the subjects that they explored in the very first episode. Bigfoot, Copper Mines, and Mysterious Rock Lake. In the heart of Michigan's Lake Superior, are the Ancient Copper Mines of Isle Royale, a place where human ingenuity met the Earth's ancient treasures. These mines, shrouded in antiquity, have confounded scholars and left us wondering about the secrets they may hold. Next, we explore the tranquil waters of Rock Lake in Wisconsin, where submerged in its depths lie the enigmatic Mysterious Underwater Pyramids. These submerged structures have ignited imaginations and sparked debates, their origins and purpose cloaked in mystery, inviting speculation about forgotten civilizations and possibly even extraterrestrial influences. Throughout the annals of time and across the diverse landscapes of our world, countless individuals have reported Bizarre Encounters with entities and beings that defy rational explanation. These eerie tales stretch the boundaries of our understanding and challenge our perceptions of reality. All of this and more on this installment of Expanded Perspectives! Show Notes: Copper Mines in Ancient North America Rock Lake Pyramids: Is the Truth Really Down There? Sponsors: Factor: Get Factor and enjoy eating well without the hassle. Simply choose your meals and enjoy fresh, flavor-packed meals delivered to your door. Ready in 2 minutes, no prep, no mess! Head to FACTORMEALS.com/expanded50 and use the code Expanded50 to get 50% off. That's code Expanded50 at factormeals.com/expanded50 to 50% off! Want to Share Your Story? Email: expandedperspectives@yahoo.com Hotline: 888-393-2783
Episode 53: Digging in Algonquin Park Part 1 - Indigenous Origins This is the first of three episodes on archeological activities that have taken place in Algonquin Park since the late 1930s. The focus of the Part 1 is to provide some insight into the archeological and anthropological origins of Algonquin Park's first visitors. This musical interlude is called Arrival and comes from Dan Gibson's Solitudes CD Thunder Spirit. It is brought to you with the approval of Digital Funding LLC. Solitudes music can be found where ever you get your music streaming. For this series, I've relied on a number of key sources including: Chapter 2 in David Euler and Mike Wilton's 2009 Algonquin Park – The Human Impact by Chief Kirby Whiteduck, Rory MacKay's Algonquin Park – A Place Like No Other and Spirits of the Little Bonnechere Several ‘thought leadership papers by William Allen including: Importance of Archaeology re Species at Risk: Eel Focus William Allen Nov 2007 Nineteenth Century Aboriginal Farmers of the Madawaska River Several ‘thought leadership papers by Rory MacKay including Potatoes in the Pines - Looking at the Material Culture of Nineteenth Century Logging Camps: An Algonquin Park Perspective and beyond April 2014 Why was this research on the camboose shanties of Algonquin Park important? Archaeological Research in Algonquin Provincial Park and immediate vicinity to 2023: A Categorization and Chronology An Alternate Explanation for the Anomalous Vision Pits at Rock Lake in Algonquin Provincial Park Ontario Archeological Society's ARC Notes Vol 12 Issue 5 Sept-Oct 2007 Pukaskwa Pits: Rethinking the vision quest hypothesis, by Nancy Champagne Ontario Archeological Society's ARC Notes Vol 14 Issue 6 Nov-Dec 2009 The Aarel site Caboose Shanty, Algonquin Park by Rory MacKay Archaeologists Come to Their Senses - Looking beyond visual archaeological evidence By William Allen Ontario Archeological Society's ARC Notes Vol 16 Issue 2 Mar-Apr 2011 The Nesswabic (Petawawa) River Watershed: Zone of Political Tension over the Centuries by William Allen The Ontario Archaeological Society Field Manual William Hurley's Second Annual report on Archaeological research conducted in Algonquin Provincial Park. Dr. John Casselman: American Eels in the St. Lawrence River System - Going, Going, Gone https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3uKAKkHzb0 Paddling through the past. Ottawa-Gatineau's Ancient Cultural Landscape https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fShFTkp9j7g
Capt Pete sits down with good friend Chase Palosaari. Chase is from the Upper Penninsula of Michigan has takes advantage of God's country. Lake Superior offers tons of fishing oppertunities but not many are as unique as Stannard Rock. 35 miles offshore lies some of the best Lake Trout fishing in the world, you won't want to miss this episode! *This episode is now available on Youtube*Support the show
We sit down with comic and friend Kellen Blair to discuss the Rock Lake Pyramids. The Rock Lake pyramids are a group of underwater structures located at the bottom of Rock Lake, Wisconsin. They were discovered in the 19th century and have been a subject of interest and speculation among researchers, historians, and archaeologists. The structures consist of large, rectangular stones arranged in a pyramid shape, and are estimated to be between 1,000 and 2,000 years old. Some researchers believe they were constructed by a prehistoric Native American civilization, while others speculate they may be the remnants of an ancient civilization from across the Atlantic. Despite the numerous theories, the origins and purpose of the Rock Lake pyramids remain a mystery. Give Kellen a Follow! https://www.instagram.com/kellensjokes/ Conspiracy Beer Me. A podcast making conspiracies fun again! Sponsored by Hopfly Brewing! https://hopflybrewing.com/ You can now subscribe to our premium episodes on Spotify! 4 Extra episodes a month! https://anchor.fm/conspiracybeerme/subscribe Become a patron! https://www.patreon.com/conspiracybeerme Give us a follow at @conspiracybeerme on Instagram and Facebook! Review us on iTunes! Website www.conspiracybeerme.com Intro music by Bonfire
Episode 181 features Dominic Delaney who is a singer songwriter from Lake Worth, FL and is presently signed to Interstate Records Artists. He released his first full length album in 2021, which was called "The Marrow In My Bones", and also just released a new album this year called "For Life." Dominic say's he models his sound after punk rock artists such as Frank Turner, The Menzingers, Flogging Molly, & Dropkick Murphys. He is currently getting ready for a tour of the Northeast via Amtrak. So we talked extensively about that as well as some of our mutual musical interests. I featured the songs “For Life” and “Haunted Halls” on this episode so if you like them you can definitely check them out wherever you stream music. If you are friends or fans of his hopefully you enjoy the conversation. Thanks for supporting local music and art. Links Below. spotify -- Podcast merch is available on Shopify. Shopify link -- Part-Time Rockstar Productions is available in the DMV for music videos and live filming. parttimerockstarpodcast@gmail.com -- The sponsor of this show is @Truly.strings guitar shop on Instagram. Based in Laurel, MD
A new MP3 sermon from Paul Scharf—Friends of Israel is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Hanukkah: Light in the Darkness (NT) Subtitle: Hanukkah—Rock Lake 2022 Speaker: Paul Scharf Broadcaster: Paul Scharf—Friends of Israel Event: Sunday Service Date: 12/7/2022 Bible: John 10:22-39 Length: 45 min.
A new MP3 sermon from Paul Scharf—Friends of Israel is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Hanukkah: Light in the Darkness (OT) Subtitle: Hanukkah—Rock Lake 2022 Speaker: Paul Scharf Broadcaster: Paul Scharf—Friends of Israel Event: Midweek Service Date: 11/30/2022 Bible: Daniel 8:9-26; Daniel 11:21-35 Length: 40 min.
A new MP3 sermon from Paul Scharf—Friends of Israel is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Hanukkah: Light in the Darkness (OT) Subtitle: Hanukkah—Rock Lake 2022 Speaker: Paul Scharf Broadcaster: Paul Scharf—Friends of Israel Event: Midweek Service Date: 11/30/2022 Bible: Daniel 8:9-26; Daniel 11:21-35 Length: 40 min.
A new MP3 sermon from Paul Scharf—Friends of Israel is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Hanukkah: Light in the Darkness (OT) Subtitle: Hanukkah—Rock Lake 2022 Speaker: Paul Scharf Broadcaster: Paul Scharf—Friends of Israel Event: Midweek Service Date: 11/30/2022 Bible: Daniel 8:9-26; Daniel 11:21-35 Length: 40 min.
Sadly, the paranormal community lost one of its own recently. Linda Godfrey, author of Weird Michigan and The Beast of Bray Road, left us way too soon. So, we decided this show to her contributions to the paranormal community and continue the quest to find out more about Dogman and other paranormal cryptids. Please click Subscribe/Follow Click here to go to our Web Page Click here for Linda's book Click here for joes book Click here to save on high-end clothing The Beast of Bray Road, also known as the Bray Road Beast and the Wisconsin Werewolf, is a purported humanoid wolf-like creature allegedly witnessed in or near the rural community of Elkhorn, Walworth County, Wisconsin. It has since become a part of Wisconsin folklore and has been the subject of multiple books, documentaries, and a 2005 horror film. Named for the farm road in which it was first purportedly sighted, reports of the creature in the 1980s and 1990s prompted a local newspaper, the Walworth County Week, to assign reporter Linda Godfrey to cover the story. Godfrey was initially skeptical, but later became convinced of the sincerity of the witnesses. Her series of articles later became a book titled The Beast of Bray Road: Tailing Wisconsin's Werewolf. Reports of a similar creature in the neighboring state of Michigan also tell of an alleged wolf-like humanoid, the Michigan Dogman. Lake Winnebago Water Monster – Lake Winnebago Ever taken a good look at a sturgeon before? They are some massive prehistoric fish that can be very intimidating up close and in person. This combination of its size and roots makes for some creative folklore, such as inspiration for the Lake Winnebago Water Monster. Some say it's a sea serpent. Others say it's a colossal sturgeon. If there's one thing we do know it's that there is a lot of mystery shrouded in this beast, many fishermen continue to track the creature in hopes of catching it one day and proving its existence. . Rocky of Rock Lake – Lake Mills Moving just east of Madison lies the community of Lake Mills and Rock Lake. The curious thing about Rock Lake is that if you dive down in certain parts of the lake you can find small pyramid-like structures. These mounds were believed to have been created by the Aztalan natives when the lake's water levels were much lower. Amongst these ruins and the vegetation, one can supposedly discover Rocky, a large serpentine reptile. Rocky is said to dwell amongst the deeper sections of the lake and reappear near the surface occasionally. Many reports occurred during the late 1800s of fishermen who would have violent encounters with the beast. These locals would encounter Rocky by their boats and along the shore where they would be traumatized once sighting the incognito beast hissing at them.
In 1900, strange rock formations were found in the middle of Rock Lake, a lake directly bordering Lake Mills, and 4 miles from the ancient Native village of Aztalan. For well over a century, these formations have been debated by scientists and resarchers about who built them, how, and if they are manmade at all - or even extraterrestrial. Scott and Mickey discuss these possibilites, and get into a deeper discussion about the present-day popularity of alternative history shows, such as Ancient Aliens and the Curse of Oak Island, and whether this line of research not based in the accepted narrative should be promoted. In our opening banter, we discuss and give our opinions of Netflix's "Dahmer" series. Tune in now to the best in WI true crime and bizarre tales - Episode 15 of Badger Bizarre! Facebook Twitter Website Email us: badgerbizarre@outlook.com Opening Trailer: Ed Gein Sound Byte : "Hard Copy" - Paramount Domestic/CBS Televsion Frank Lloyd Wright and Jeffery Dahmer Sound Byte - WISN 12 News - Milwaukee, WI Jeffery Dahmer Quotes: "Inside Edition" - King World/CBS Television/CBS Media Attribution for Music: Trailer: Composer: Adam Phillip Zwirchmayr https://www.pond5.com/ Intro: https://pixabay.com/ Outro: Composer: Viacheslav Sarancha https://www.pond5.com/ Attribution for logo design: Red Claw Scratch Photo
This week's story takes place in Jefferson County, Wisconsin on Rock Lake. The monster can be described as a large lizard like reptile. Monica is here to tell the story. Any comment or suggestions email us at whistlemissionpodcast@gmail.com and thanks for listening!!! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/jim-miller00/support
Ep. 154 Unexplained Mass Disappearances Today we're talking about unsolved stuff…but in a different way. We're talking about unexplained mass disappearances. How can large numbers of people just disappear without a trace? Where'd they go? Why'd they go? Did somebody make them leave? Bigfoot again? Aliens? Supernatural? Chainsaw? We may never know….but that won't stop us from discussing, speculating, and inevitably making really bad jokes on today's episode. So all aboard bitches let's roll! Let us begin back…back…waaaaay back in 1918. We're talking about the USS Cyclops. Aside from having a great name, it fits the bill on mass disappearances. USS Cyclops (AC-4) was the second of four Proteus-class colliers built for the United States Navy several years before World War I. A collier is a fancy name for a big ass coal cargo ship. The USS Langley, the first aircraft carrier in the US Navy, was a converted collier. This was actually the second ship to bear the name Cyclops. She had been swimming around hauling coal and helping refugees between the Baltic sea, the Bahamas, and Mexico since 1910. In 1917 she was covered to help haul troops and coal all over the world during WW1. In March 1918, the ship was given a new cargo: tons and tons of dense manganese ore, used in steelmaking. She left Brazil loaded up with the brittle metal, then voyaged to Barbados to resupply for the long journey home to Baltimore. That's where things get interesting. On the journey home something went wrong and the ship was never heard from again. Not even an sos. The last known transmission from the Cyclops was "weather fair, all well" at the beginning of the trip home. When the ship did not reach Baltimore a massive search was undertaken. Every naval ship from Cuba to Puerto Rico was sent out to search for debris. At the time, given it was during the war, the general consensus was that she was sunk by the Germans. But during the search, ships could not find any debris field that would be evident if it was torpedoed. In fact no one found anything…anything at all. It seemed the ship just disappeared. 306 people were just… gone. It remains to this day, the single largest loss of life in the history of the United States Navy that did not directly involve combat! Wow that's pretty crazy. So what exactly happened? Well there are theories abound my friends! First there is a mini conspiracy theory that the captain sabotaged the ship or even took it all the way to Germany! Why, you ask? Well let us tell you. It is said that the crew was unhappy with the captain. You see, Captain Worley was hated by his staff and officers and was accused of being pro German. It was discovered later that Worley was actually German born and had changed his name at some point. It's not known why he changed his name. On top of that, the US Consulate General of Rio, named Gottschalk, boarded the ship with 73 other local sailors. Gottschalk was very popular with the German community in Brazil. Couple this with the fact that upon leaving Brazil, the ship was said to have been overloaded and people began to speculate. They say that Worley and Gottschalk purposely sabotaged the ship in some way to favor the Germans back home. Either that or the thought is that they essentially stole the crew and cargo and headed back to Germany. Seems plausible, until you try and figure how a few men could have forced 300 men to go back to Germany. There are several theories of the ship being struck by a rogue wave or breaking up at sea. One sailor reported when they reached Rio, that on the way, the deck of the ship would sway when the ship was struck with large waves. He says the ship was showing signs of structural failure. Could that have been the issue? If so…where was the debris? Another theory was that the ship was overloaded and ran into a storm in which the unstable ship overturned and sank to the bottom of the ocean. Again…why no debris though? For a BBC Radio 4 documentary, Tom Mangold had an expert from Lloyds investigate the loss of the Cyclops. The expert noted that manganese ore, being much denser than coal, had room to move within the holds even when fully laden, the hatch covers were canvas, and that when wet, the ore can become a slurry. As such, the load could shift and cause the ship to list. Listing is caused by the off-centerline distribution of weight aboard due to uneven loading or to flooding. By contrast, roll is the dynamic movement from side to side caused by waves. If a listing ship goes beyond the point where a righting moment will keep it afloat, it will capsize and potentially sink. Combined with a possible loss of power from its one engine, it could fill with water and go down in bad weather. Then there's our personal favorite…the Bermuda triangle just straight fucked it up and aliens took it. That's right passengers…this happened in the infamous Bermuda triangle!!! So of course there are numerous theories involving the Bermuda triangle and supernatural goings on. Most of these Bermuda triangle theories involve either aliens coming down and abducting the ship and crew, or aliens under the ocean coming up and claiming the ship for themselves. We here at the train, well at least Moody, think that this is the most plausible explanation of course. So what do you guys think? Aliens?.... Yea it was aliens… Ok so up next we're heading up to the great white north. For those of you who don't know…that's Canada.. You know America's hat. Anyway.. we're looking at the lake Anjikuni incident. The telling of this mystery was taken from mysterioustrip.com. Anjikuni Lake is located deep in the Kivallig area of rural Nunavut in Canada. Placed near the Kazan River, the lake is perfect for fishing and trout. Anjikuni fastly became a home for the Inuit tribe; it developed soon into a colony and became popular almost instantly on a cold November day in 1930. Joe Labelle, a Canadian fur trapper, was more than an efficient individual who spent a lot of time doing outdoor activities. He was very familiar with the area; he knew that the people established a community. Joe was acquainted with the Inuit stories of wood ghosts that were reportedly harmful, and this remote part was soaked in the tales of the Wendigo. Labelle generally didn't have any fear or anxiety; however, this specific night at the lake became different. The full moon was casting a spooky luminosity all over the village, and no one was moving. The Huskies that were usually loud with the influx of travelers were quiet as well. The only sound he could hear was of his own steps made on the snow and the concave reverb of his greeting. He quickly understood something was not normal, and he started investigating as soon as he entered the village. The village was in complete silence, and he could see no one. No noise of conversation or laughter was detected. What's worse was the complete lack of smoke originating from chimneys that denoted the presence of living beings. Joe noticed a fire at a distance and went towards it to inspect; the fire seemed to be burning for a significant amount of time. Upon further investigation, he found that someone started their supper preparations; however, they didn't finish making it. LaBelle continued towards the village, ready to bump into someone who could tell her what was really happening here. Joe, stepping out of his uncontrollable feelings, began an investigation into the Inuit's homes to search for any clues related to the silence and made a sudden and quick decision to leave the village. He found that several homes were well-stocked with food and weapons; he further found a burnt meal in another house. In one spot, he found a repair of a junior sealskin that was yet to be finished. Sadly, he couldn't conclude anything. As there wasn't any conclusive answer concerning what took place, it must certainly have been an unexpected event that spread widely and involved all 30 men, women & children in the village. Food, clothing, and weapons were left behind. But Why? There was no answer More investigation directed him to a pair of findings that was enough to give him goosebumps. To the extent that he was able to tell, whatever happened, had happened recently. He examined the entire village and found no new traces in the snow apart from his own. The most ghastly discovery he made was of the dogs. Seven of them had starved to death. This evidence was enough to persuade him to head to the nearest telegraph office located farther away. That would mean that Joe had to overlook basic requirements such as shelter and food; however, he was in a hurry to leave the place and seek assistance. As beaten and frostbitten as Labelle was, he finally stumbled into the telegraph office. In a few minutes, he sent an emergency message to the nearest RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) camp. By the time the Mounties reached, many hours later, Labelle had calmed himself enough to talk about his distressing stories. According to 1984's article – The world's most significant UFO mysteries, written by Roger Boar and Nigel Blundell– the Mounties, when on their way to the Angikuni Lake mystery, took a bit of time to rest at a shack alongside a trapper and his two sons. They explained to the trapper and his sons that they are heading towards Anjikuni Lake to solve a ‘problem.' The Mounties asked the trapper if he had seen anything strange these past few days. Upon asking this question, the trapper was compelled to admit that he and his two sons had noticed an eerie luminous object flying all over the sky a few days ago. He further stated that he had seen giant, gleaming ‘flying objects' changing shape right before their eyes. And this object was flying towards the village at Anjikuni lake. So did this event even happen? Or was LaBelle making it up. According to skeptoid.com( see we look at both sides equally) here are a number of things about the Joe Labelle story that raise red flags. For one thing, it happened in November, when average temperatures are 13°C degrees below freezing. Angikuni Lake is a sheet of ice; kayaks pulled up on the beach would not be "battered by wave action". The very presence of kayaks so far inland is suspect, though not impossible. Migratory Inuit would often park their kayaks to hunt caribou. These eastern Iglulik kayaks were made of sealskin stretched over willow branches. But the small Angikuni Lake is landlocked so far inland on the Barrens that neither willow nor sealskin were available, and this would be, by far, the farthest inland that the historical use of Iglulik kayaks would have ever been documented. Not impossible, but highly suspect. Labelle described a permanent settlement, a "friendly little Eskimo village" of "about thirty inhabitants" that he'd known "for many years". A statement from the Mounted Police says "A village with such a large population would not have existed in such a remote area of the Northwest Territories." They had left sealskin garments behind, in a region where there was caribou hide rather than sealskin; and as a trapper Labelle should have been able to identify it properly. So there was either a series of quite improbable circumstances, or Labelle was wrong. Today, no physical evidence exists of a village at Angikuni Lake, and nobody has ever published an account of going up there and clearing away any remnants. So we have to rely on documentary evidence to find the true history of the vanishing village. So with all the contradictory evidence what is real and what isn't. Was there a group of Inuits that completely disappeared or was it a tall tale? Could it be a combination of both and the truth is somewhere in the middle? Who knows…either way…crazy story! Next up we head to Brazil and the village of Hoer Verde! We got the following info mostly from coolinterestingstuff.com. The Mysterious legend of Hoer Verde, the town with 600 inhabitants that vanished, is certainly confusing and troubling. The case will cause you to ask questions, questions like “how can anything like that ever happen with absolutely no evidence to suggest anything unusual had happened?” Like so many legends from the area, information on Hoer Verde is difficult to track down. But what information is accessible is not only disturbing, but incredibly perplexing. As visitors to the village entered the small town they were immediately struck by how dead everything was. Unlike other villages of six hundred no one was walking through the streets. Hanging signs waved in the gentle wind creaking noisily juxtaposed with the uneasy footsteps and subdued whispers of those passing through. As they passed by local houses and looked in the windows it was evident immediately that something wasn't right. No one was anywhere to be seen. The police were called, and investigators descended on the town to look through the village. As they came to the town's school they found a gun, which they took to be forensically examined. And then the investigators looked to the blackboard on which the words, “There is no salvation” were written. After a cursory examination, they realized that it had been fired the day before, but by whom they were unsure. A manhunt ensued for the 600 villagers in the small town. Despite this, no trace of any of the locals was ever unearthed. As newspaper reports of the town's disappearance reached the west it was considered a curiosity, but with the shifting political climate of Brazil in 1923 it was considered possible that the town had evacuated to avoid conflict with guerrillas. Another mysterious element is the original language of the phrase “There is no salvation.” Though the phrase has been largely translated into English, the phrase holds little significance in English or Portuguese. However, if the words had been “Illic est haud salus.” in Latin or some variation of it, this could have been related to the phrase “Extra Ecclesiam nulla salus” which is a Catholic phrase meaning “Outside the Church there is no salvation.” If this was the case in a largely Catholic area, the lesson could have been a religious lesson which was interrupted by some unknown force, but with no specific significance itself. So what happened…we don't know…but you know there are some crazy theories!! Let's start with the most bizarre theory that is floating around. This theory states the 600 residents of Hoer Verde were swallowed by a black hole taking them all to a fourth dimension. yes…that's a theory. Along those lines there's the inevitable alien abduction talk. Could aliens have really come down and abducted 600 people? We like to think so but who knows. The next theory people point to is the political landscape in Brazil leading to soldiers or revolutionaries forcing all the villagers to evacuate. The only thing is the villagers disappeared in 1923. There was no civil war going on at the time, as is sometimes referred to with the legend. Also the revolution didn't occur until 1930 and another occurred in 1932. In neither case was a village of 600 reported to be wiped out or relocated. And then there's the issues of the names of the towns, one town is completely nameless in the legend while Hoer Verde is a rather strange name for a village or town in Brazil, for one Verde translates to green from Portuguese to English but Hoer is not a word in Portuguese. It seems to be a Dutch word that is a derogatory word for sex workers. Second, the legend states the town has been forgotten to time but one source we found says they were able to find multiple lists of towns and villages dating back to the 16th century for Brazil. No name comes close to Hoer Verde except for Ouro Preto, which translates to black gold and the history for it goes back to 1698. So this story is pretty crazy huh. Well turns out it may also be completely made up. There's been a research dive that traces the origins of this story to a fairly recent article in a sketchy Russian newspaper written by a man named Mikhaylov Andrei. To put this guy into perspective, in the same article he blames the disappearance at the colony of Roanoke on protoplasm coming from the ocean and devouring the people off the colony…yea…he claims it happens every few millennia. So while the myth of Hoer Verde lives on…it may just be that…a myth! Next up we are gonna look at the Moche civilization. Information for this tale we got from an article on Fodors.com. The Moche culture remains one of the most mysterious unknowns of Peruvian history, and with the more prominent Incas filling up most of the pages in the history books, the Moches do not receive as much attention. The Moche believed in gory human sacrifice and produced famously beautiful pottery, built huge, bizarre brick pyramids and had a complex and efficient irrigation system. Some of the aqueducts are still in use today. All researchers can glean from the Moche civilization is through a collection of artistic masterpieces from archaeological digs, writings from Spanish invaders (the Moche did not use a predominant written language), and other fragments left behind in Peru's northern coastal regions. The Moche civilization lived and flourished along the northern coast of Peru from the 1st to the 8th century A.D., with their highest concentration of residents in the popular Trujillo region and Chicama valley. Due to the riches of this land, which included access to sturdy clay and precious metals, the Moche civilization accumulated significant wealth and power during this pre-Incan period. At the foot of the Cerra Blanca Mountain, Moche's capital city covered 300 hectares, or 3 million square meters of an opulent environment that offered residents a tight community of people, storehouses, open plazas, and ramps for easy entry to multiple-level structures. The upper elite also planned fields surrounding the city (indicating a class-based society). Building this capital took the Moches 600 years to complete and involved no fewer than six construction phases. In addition, the capital included two now-famous pyramids often open to tourists today: the Huaca Del Sol (Temple of the Sun), a structure standing more than 50 meters in height and encompassing an area of 340 by 160 meters, and the Huaca De La Luna (Temple of the Moon), built using millions of adobe bricks. Which, if you know anything about photoshop, is quite a feat. Researchers believed both were used as prodigious religious tombs. Although monuments and temples remain for archeologists to research today, most of the tangible objects left behind by the Moches were artistic, creative artifacts full of intricate designs and pops of bold colors. Considered skillful metalworkers and adept potters, the Moches produced sophisticated headdresses made of real gold for their goddesses, jewelry of valuable metals, chest plates to show prestige, textiles for ornamentation and wardrobe, utensils for eating, and tools for working in the fields. In 700 A.D., the Moches moved their capital city to Pampa Grande in the Lambayeque Valley, approximately 40 miles from the Pacific Ocean. They constructed this city to include large pyramids and temples made of dirt using a method called chamber and fill, which allowed loose dirt to clump into cribbed walls. No one knows exactly why the Moche civilization eventually disappeared. Many researchers believe El Niňo caused substantial damage to the fields and irrigation systems, as they found confirmation of flooding at every single ceremonial site. (The chamber and fill approach appeared to hurt them significantly.) Archeologists also think the Moches abandoned Pampa Grande quickly and as they left, set their city on fire—but why? The El Nino mentioned above is a prevailing theory. It is said that it was…wait for it… A SUPER EL NINO!!!!! So basically the easiest way to describe it is that the Moche faced 30 years of flood condition weather and rain followed by 30 years of drought conditions. Harsh. Some say this led to an issue with fertile soil so the citizens couldn't really dig, plant and grow crops. Also, because of the El nino theory, Dramatic changes in the ocean's environment could also be one of the reasons why the Moche, an early pre-Columbian civilization in Peru, fell apart over 1000 years ago. No one is 100 percent sure what happened to the Moche. The Moche are not the only civilization to have disappeared without a discernible reason. They are scattered throughout history and the world from the Aztalan civilization in the American West to the inhabitants of great Zimbabwe. The disappearances of civilizations is definitely an interesting topic overall. Changing the tone a bit, we're next going to look at an airliner that disappeared with 95 military personnel on board. Flying Tiger Line Flight 739, a Lockheed Super Constellation airliner, was scheduled to transport 96 military personnel from the US to Vietnam and disappeared on March 16, 1962. According to the military, the men were under orders to relieve soldiers in Saigon tasked with training Vietnamese troops to fight the Viet Cong guerillas. As such, the flight was operated by the Military Air Transport Service (MATS). A few stopovers were made along the route—one in Honolulu, one in Wake Island, and a final one in Guam. With nine and half hours of fuel remaining, their final stretch was estimated to take around six hours. Sadly, however, they were never seen again. Guam Centre grew concerned when the flight failed to make its scheduled position report at 15:30. They attempted to contact the aircraft without luck. When the flight also failed to make its destination, a distress status was initiated, and one of the largest search and rescue operations to date commenced. The search was conducted by the U.S. Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard and Marines and covered more than 200,000 square miles. It came up empty, and nearly 60 years later, not a trace of the flight has been found. Strangely, another MATS-operated Super Connie in the Flying Tiger Line, this one carrying secret military cargo, also met with tragedy that day. Departing from the same airport at roughly the same time as Flight 739, Flight 7816 (N6911C) crashed during an attempted instrument approach to Adak Island, Alaska. Of the seven people on board, six crew members suffered minor injuries, and one died after becoming trapped in the fire. The timing of the incident with Flight 739's disappearance raised many red flags. The only potential clue to Flight 739's fate came from onboard a Liberian tanker, the SS T L Linzen, where witnesses noticed vapor trails moving west and disappearing into a layer of cumulus clouds. A few seconds later, they observed a large, two-pulse explosion, followed by two fireballs falling from the sky at different speeds. The ship's radar flagged a target approximately 17 miles from its current position, or roughly 500 miles off the coast of Guam. The location fell in line with the approximate flight path of 739, so search and rescue operations gave focus to the area. It is in the remote Pacific Ocean, so it's a wonder that anyone witnessed the event at all. The idea of a Super Connie exploding mid-flight was too improbable for aircraft experts to believe, leading many to the conclusion of sabotage. For one, L-1049Hs were not known to have any fuel problems or electrical issues near fuel tanks. Additionally, nothing on board would have been powerful enough to blow apart. So, if the plane did explode, the theory goes, it would likely have been caused by impact with an external force, such as a meteor or, more sinisterly, a missile. With the United States in the throes of the Vietnam and Cold Wars, proponents of the shoot-down theory have pointed toward the Soviet Union as a possible villain in this scenario. Assuming the explosion was unrelated, another possibility is that the flight was hijacked and those onboard taken hostage. However, the kidnappers would have likely made demands for the men's release at some point, and such demands never came—or were at least not made public knowledge. Kidnapping theories are common with disappearances of aircraft, including Malaysia Flight 370. For surviving families, the most popular theory has always been that the men were part of a secret military operation gone awry. This is supported by claims that they left behind important items, such as their IDs and wedding bands, and gave long, drawn-out goodbyes—as if they knew they were never coming back. Still desperate for answers, some family members recently attempted to submit their DNA to the military database used to identify bodies found abroad. The government denied those requests, citing legal reasons. It has also denied decades of pleading to have the servicemen's names added to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial wall, remaining adamant that they were never part of any war mission. Maintenance problems had already been addressed while the plane was in Guam, but it's rare for a mechanical issue to cause an explosion, though it can't be completely ruled out—likewise with sabotage. While neither option can be dismissed entirely, there's no evidence that they happened. The missile theory is also speculative. If an enemy had chosen to shoot down this flight, who would that have been? The Soviet Union, which was a Cold War adversary, was the only other nation capable of downing a high-flying plane mid-ocean. But why would the Soviets have done it? And why in such a remote expanse of the Pacific? There's no clear motive and no evidence to support such a claim. A more likely explanation is the explosion of ordinance, accidentally or as an act of sabotage by some unknown actor, aboard the secret military flight. In late 2020, surviving family members constructed a monument in South Portland, Maine, honoring the servicemen of Flight 739. We got most of this indoor from a cool article on planeandpilotmag.com How about some of your favorite quick hitters! SS WARATAH In July 1909, the SS Waratah was heading for Cape Town, South Africa, on its way back from Melbourne, Australia, making a scheduled stop in Durban on the way. It was carrying over 200 people, both passengers and crew, but as it left port to complete its journey, one passenger elected to remain behind. Engineer Claude Sawyer had made many journeys by sea, and he was so concerned by the behavior of this brand new ship that he disembarked in Durban and sent a message to his wife describing the ship as "top heavy." The Waratah left port at 8 a.m. on July 26, and headed into rough seas for its journey to Cape Town. At 6 a.m. the following day it overtook another ship, the Clan McIntyre, and exchanged signals, before the Waratah disappeared into the distance, never to be seen or heard from again. According to the Master of a vessel called the Clan McIntyre, when the Waratah passed him, his ship was sailing into nine meter waves and a violent storm. Two ships later claimed to have seen bodies and debris in the water, however nothing was ever actually recovered. An expedition sponsored by author Clive Cussler claimed to have found the ship in the 1980s. However, when the searchers eventually reached the wreck, they actually discovered a World War II transport vessel instead. The mystery of the SS Waratah's fate remains. AZTALAN INDIANS Just outside the small town of Lake Mills in south central Wisconsin, on the banks of the Crawfish River, lie the remains of a Native American city called Aztalan. The Wisconsin settlers who discovered it in 1836 named it "Aztalan" due to a misplaced assumption that the Native Americans who lived there had a connection to the Aztecs. The ancient city contained stepped pyramids, conical mounds, evidence of housing, fishing, and farming, and even a substantial defensive stockade wall containing up to 30 watchtowers. And according to local legend, they even built large stone pyramids in the bottom of what's now called Rock Lake in Lake Mills. But the valley was later flooded, meaning that evidence to prove this legend true is hard to come by. At its peak, Aztalan would been occupied by around 500 people between 700 to a thousand years ago. But at some point after 1300 AD, the site was mysteriously abandoned, and no one really knows why. According to an article published by Wisconsin Natural Resources Magazine, evidence points to a few different theories about their fate: a lack of resources, drought, and violence from other nearby Native American settlements. Despite a very obvious intention of these early Wisconsinites to remain — nothing says "I'm staying!" like a large defensive wall — they're now nothing more than local history and legend. ROMAN 9TH LEGION The Ninth Legion was a Roman military formation of around 5,000 soldiers stationed in York in Northern England during Rome's occupation of Britain. This unit maintained control of the wild inhabitants of what would later become northern England and Scotland. In 108 AD, an inscription in the City of York places the legion in the city. However, 50 years later, when a new record of the legions was completed, no mention of the ninth appeared What could've happened to erase the existence of 5,000 soldiers? No one really knows. According to a Roman writer, many Roman soldiers were killed in Britain at the beginning of the second century, necessitating several reinforcements. This included the arrival of a new Legion, the Sixth, in 122 AD, which took up residence in the now presumably empty York. No records describe the Ninth Legion's fate. Some theories suggest the Legion was simply sent elsewhere, though there's little evidence to support this. Meanwhile, Emperor Hadrian visited the British Isles at the beginning of the second century. To take control of the Briton-on-Roman violence, he ordered the construction of a 73 mile long, 15 foot high, fortified wall across the island to keep the invaders out of Roman territory. And you don't go doing that unless you've got a good reason — like say losing an entire legion. Hadrian's wall still stands today. However, there's still no sign of the ultimate fate of the Ninth legion — and there probably never will be. SS POET The SS Poet was a former World War II troop transport that was mothballed for 20 years after the war, before being bought and converted to carry cargo. Considered "old but sturdy" in October 1980, the ship had an experienced crew of 34 men — including the captain who'd been at sea for 41 years — when it mysteriously disappeared. On the morning of October 24, 1980, the SS Poet sailed from Philadelphia with a load of corn bound for Egypt, where it was due to arrive on November 9. As it passed Cape Henlopen later the same morning, the Poet sent its last message before heading out into the Atlantic, and into history. The following day a storm blew up in the North Atlantic with 30 foot waves and 60 mph winds. But for a ship like the Poet that shouldn't have mattered. When the storm finally passed it left behind no trace of the Poet, no debris, and no distress signal was ever heard. A popular explanation for the loss proposes an undiscovered hull leak that would have caused the ship to become unstable and founder in the bad weather. However with no evidence to back that up, fingers were soon pointed at the owner who had failed to report the ship missing for several days after losing contact, and at the coast guard who didn't begin a search for another four days after that. Well-built ships with experienced crews don't just vanish without cause, but that doesn't mean we'll ever know what it was. we got these quick hitters from an article on grunge.com.
Hunting Caribou in Nova Scotia Cobequid Mountains, Near Westchester, Nova Scotia September 8th, 1873. Dear Editor Forest and Stream: — Thanks to some instructions given by you to me, as to time and locality, while in your city in June last, I have had the satisfaction of killing my first caribou. As I had informed you, when last I had the pleasure of seeing you, I was not unfamiliar with hunting this animal, having killed three caribou in 1871, and two last year in New Brunswick. My traps I had sent to a friend in Halifax about the middle of August, and I found them in good order on arrival. At Halifax I stayed a day, and bought a Hudson Bay frieze coat, an admirable protection for bad weather. This with two rubber blankets, a bag or so of buck shot, and a special kind of camp hatchet, made for me deftly by a clever Irish blacksmith, completed my list of purchases. Early next morning after an admirable breakfast at the Halifax House, I took the Inter-Colonial railway to Truro, stopping there at the Prince of Wales Hotel, kept by the most jovial of hosts and Scots, Mr. McKenzie. Truro is a charming little village at the head of an arm of the Bay of Fundy, and is much visited, being the best place to see the wonderful tidal action of the water, known as the Bore. Every fine day hundreds of people drawn from all parts of the world assemble on the bridge which spans the Salmon River, awaiting the coming of the huge tidal wave. Sometimes when wind and tide favor, it rises like a wall, ten feet high, and sweeps on up the Sound. I know of no phenomenon which impresses one more vividly with the idea of the grand, rhythmic power of nature, and I fancy if Herbert Spencer had ever seen it, he would have used it as an illustration. I took some pains to measure accurately the absolute rise of the tide. Taking my sea tackle and sinker, and letting it fall until it touched the bottom, at low water, landing the sinker fast in the mud, and marking the length of the line afterwards, where it was just on the top of the water, the difference I found to be sixty-four feet, eleven inches. Its approach is heralded by a deep, sullen roar. At Truro I remained all day, having to make arrangements for the hiring of horse and buggy for a week or so, not only to carry me and my traps to Purdy's, some thirty-five miles distant, but to facilitate any movements I might desire to make. Next morning, with a very good horse, and a rough but strong vehicle, furnished me by McKenzie, I started on my way, my road having been quite thoroughly explained to me. The country I passed through was magnificent. Dark, umbrageous spruce woods, sombre in character, were relieved occasionally by the brighter colored maples. Sometimes gloomy gorges, hardly wide enough for the buggy to pass through, were almost sepulchral from the heavy shadows of the mountains. In one place the road led along a mere shelf of rock, the Londonderry, a noble stream, rushing along below me. It was a rough road, so that it was almost nightfall before I reached Purdy's. There I found myself in admirable quarters. To the kindness of the host, Mr. Purdy, was added the more delicate attentions of the Misses Purdy, three very handsome and highly educated women. As Purdy's was to be my base of operations, I immediately commenced getting together my supplies, and the question of guides was paramount. I had the choice of several excellent men. Following the advice of my host, I chose George Beesewanger, a native of the place, and secured his services, agreeing to pay him $1.50 a day and to find him. My second guide I was instructed to find later. At Purdy's I laid in the heavy rations, such as pork, tea, coffee, flour, Indian meal, etc...T here never was such a glorious view as I had from my window when I rose next morning. Far, far below me were interminable forests of spruce, huge billows of green leaves, surging to and fro with the breeze, and away beyond lay placidly the dark blue waters of the Bay of Fundy. I tarried here fully three days — days of delightful laziness, pure days of sensuous enjoyment pretending, it is true, to perfect my arrangements, just breathing in the fragrance of the glorious woods, perhaps a little indifferent as to caribou. At last Beese (the final "wanger" to his name I shall drop in the future as quite superfluous) said to me at dinner that "he thought matters were now in good trim, and that he felt it was caribou weather, and that it was time to go to Castlereagh. " In Castlereagh dwelt John Gamble, a famous moose and caribou hunter, who tilled a farm there. Taking horse and buggy, well laden down with provisions, we left Purdy's, and reached Castlereagh, a sparsely peopled settlement, at about dusk. Gamble I found at prayers. There was something inexpressibly solemn in the picture I saw there. In the small rough house were assembled the family, and by the flickering fire Gamble was reading to them the prayers, in deep, sonorous language. I hesitated almost to tell my errand. The last amen was pronounced with unction, when I told him the purpose of my coming. "I was for caribou, and would he join me for ten days or so." He quickly assented, and seemed pleased to go. A more wild place than Castlereagh, as to topography, I never saw. It is the ideal of a spot where civilization ends and a wilderness begins. The people who live here, some forty souls all told, are scattered over an area of about fifty miles. They are all Scotch-Irish, were among the early settlers of the island, and are strictly religious and trustworthy. Their honesty may be shown by the fact that a lock on a door is unknown. Their ideas are primitive, and their language Scotch-English, with a dialect of their own. With but few wants, ignorant of the world or its surroundings, many of them, perhaps, have never, save when hunting, gone out of the shadows of their woods. Everything was arranged for an early start. My party had now an addition George Gamble, a highly intelligent lad of sixteen, with the pseudonym of "Dandy," going with us. Gamble had located a lodge for moose and caribou some six miles from the settlement, which was our objective point. Next morning, before dawn, we started, dividing the buggy-load between us, the horse and vehicle remaining at Castlereagh. My battery consisted of a Remington, a Ballard, and a smooth bore No. 10. My guides told me that it would be a long and tedious tramp, uphill all the way, and so it proved to be. Bass river, quite a brawling stream, waist deep, was forded; no easy task for me, "heavily accoutred" as I was, and, after a scramble up its steep, rocky banks, at last we struck the woodlands. Here we visited what Dandy called Porcupine Den, when Dandy soon ousted a porcupine, which he slew. Here we halted, took a bite, and started again after some ten minutes' rest, and, skirting the woods, a half hour before sundown reached Gamble's lodge, just on the edge of the caribou barren. The lodge was well built; three of the walls were of logs, the other made of piled stones. The floor had been well rammed down, and it was sweet and clean. Near it gurgled a limpid spring. What struck me most about these Nova Scotia woods was the intense, almost painful stillness. Nature must take her kief here, to awaken later, when, in a paroxysm of passion, with icy blasts she lays low the majestic trees. Beese, Gamble, and Dandy in a trice had everything in military order. Of cooking paraphernalia, a kettle and a frying pan made up the catalogue. Of fragile china or stronger delf had we none. In a half hour, with pliant birch bark and threads of withewood, cups, dishes, and plates were improvised, quite as useful and more durable than those made by the potter's wheel. Fresh spruce boughs of aromatic fragrance, so excellent for consumptives, were spread on the floor. Dandy had killed four grouse as we left Castlereagh, and a good supper was assured us. Gamble was desirous of having variety in the menu, and on his assuring me that there was a stream positively not more than forty yards off, I thought I would try for a trout, though I was terribly tired out. With line in hand, cutting a pole as I went, baiting my hook with some white grub picked from a dead tree, in ten minutes I had some dozen trout. They were small ones, scarcely half pound fish, but gamey and pleasant to catch. With Gamble as chef de cuisine, I watched the way he cooked them. The fish were cleaned, not scaled; heads and tails and fins were all left on. Each one was dipped into a birch bark dish, filled with meal, inside a piece of fat bacon was inserted, a place was made for it in the hot coals, and in ten minutes the fish was withdrawn, done to a turn. The grouse were stuffed with wild cranberries, hung from the ceiling with a bit of twine, put before the fire, and Dandy was set to basting them. How good a pottage de Porcupine is I do not know, but I must confess that maple sugar as a condiment to a porcupine, though original, is not to be despised. A famous pot of tea was then brewed, and we had bread from the settlement. Hardly was tea swallowed, our pipes smoked, and the least nip of rum taken, than I got drowsy, and think I must have tumbled on the spruce bough covered floor just as I was, for in the morning, between the last word I had spoken or heard, and the song Dandy was singing (some quaint old stave) outside the lodge at daybreak, there seemed to have been but the interval of a second. Looking at Beese, who was still sleeping, I noticed he held his pipe tightly clutched between his teeth. I ran to my trout stream, took a single refreshing dip, and strolled about some little, and arrived just in time for a glorious breakfast. Our first day was one simply of prospecting and finding out the lay of the land. A caribou barren (we were on the verge of one) may be described as a plateau, covered with a thick grey moss two or three inches thick, on which grows the cranberry. Here and there it is dotted over with huge quartz boulders, covered at their bases with that most succulent of mosses, the lichen, on which the caribou principally feeds. A barren is most always intersected by a running stream, and there are occasional clumps of spruce. This tree always looks dark and sombre, and long trails of funereal-like moss hang like weepers from the limbs. On this moss, too, the caribou feeds. The trees are mostly stunted. This is not owing to the winds, for the barrens are generally encircled by the thick woods, which would keep off the blast, but their low growth is an effect of the soil. Dig where you may in the ground, when you have passed through the cushion of moss there is a morass below. To tread on this carpet of moss may be the poetry of motion as far as softness of footfall goes, but until one is accustomed to its yielding nature it makes walking quite fatiguing. There are no rambles on a barren nothing but the cranberry and whortleberry. The particular barren we were to reconnoiter had an area of some 800 acres and was completely enclosed. The caribou being the most sensitive and observant of the deer species, the utmost silence is necessary when hunting them, so when skirting the barren, save by some mute signs interchanged as to direction, hunters never speak. We all kept together for a mile from the camp, when we divided, Gamble going with me in a southeasterly direction, and Beese and Dandy striking northwest. The woods on our route soon opened, and the walking became easy Gamble pointed out a tree of black spruce, a perfect giant which he made a sign I should climb. It was not difficult to scale, and when fairly on top, with my race-glass I scanned the barren we were skirting. I had a beautiful view of our barren, and of several barrens beyond, fully ten miles distant. On our barren I saw no sign of an animal, but on a barren I should have judged five miles off with my glass I plainly made out two caribou. Gamble on my descending and announcing the fact, expressed some doubt, but on ascending himself verified the statement. Sometime about mid-day we found Beese and Dandy, and after lunching we proceeded homewards by a different route. Dandy was the first to find caribou tracks, which he did cleverly in the afternoon. How he saw it I cannot understand, and it was some time before I could see it, but caribou foot it was, and a little further on the spot where one had laid down was pointed out to me by Gamble. It was determined not to follow up their track, but to still keep up the study of the country, so that in case one of the party got astray, which would probably have been myself, we might have a better chance of finding our quarters. That night, around the camp-fire, Beese told me a hunting story about killing and landing moose, which I at first was inclined to doubt, until Gamble asserted its truthfulness. Some seven years before, Beese said that hunting with two Indians in a rather small canoe, on the headwaters of the River Philip, they had shot a bull and a cow moose. Moose meat was scarce at the settlement, and it was a question how to get their carcasses home, as the canoe was too small to hold even 100 pounds of additional weight, and the two moose would gross 1,800 pounds. One of the Indians suggested making a boat of the bull moose and using it for transporting the cow. The bull was opened and disemboweled, the head was cut off, the neck sewed up, he was split carefully, ribs of wood were built into him, and he was launched into the stream, and so, loaded with the cow, was safely towed to the settlement, twenty miles distant. Next morning it rained heavily, and our camp was thoroughly cleaned and guns overhauled. In the afternoon, the rain having changed to a drizzle, Gamble proposed our going to Rock Lake, some three miles distant. After rather a wet walk of an hour we reached the lake, and Gamble built a raft. One peculiarity of the lake was that it was always bubbling, abounding probably with springs. I had taken a light fly rod, and with a coachman hackle and Blue Professor made a cast or two without success. Later I tried a yellow Dun with no better luck, when choosing a Miller and a bug the trout rose rapidly. In a half hour I had secured eighteen fish, of about two pounds each. A flock of black duck on the upper edge of the lake attracted our attention, and I killed five. Of course, this shooting was done at some distance from the barren, as a single gun fired in its immediate proximity would have cleaned the ground of the caribou for a week. Fresh food now becoming scarce, as we had determined not to shoot any more, we smoked our ducks for the future, hanging them in the smoke of the chimney. Next day we started just at daybreak. The sun rose clear, dispelling the mist, and Gamble said it was "a fine hunting morn, and that it would fetch caribou. " Dandy was left in camp, and Gamble, Beese, and myself made the party. It was our intention not to return without a caribou. We made directly for the barren, but saw no sign. We now boldly crossed it, plunged into the deep forest beyond, skirted the second barren, and found here moose tracks three weeks old, but no sign of caribou. Here we came across an old Indian camp, which, being in good order, we took possession of, studying its bearings in case we should have to retrace our steps and spend the night there. We kept on through the second barren, going round a pretty lake, where Gamble set some otter traps. Still no trace of our game. The sun was now but an hour high. As the forests become dark at five o'clock, when it is light on the barrens until eight, we determined to push on through the third barren as far as we could and camp there, so as to be near the fourth barren early next morning. After our supper of bread and pork, without tea, we wrapped ourselves up in our blankets and slept soundly. We were now fully twenty miles from camp, as the bird flies, and fully thirty-five by the route we had taken, Economy Lake being south of us, and we had some two miles yet to make before we could reach the fourth barren. It was dark when Gamble quietly awakened me. We ate our breakfast quickly, and walked fully two hours before dawn cleared the sky. As soon as it was light Gamble climbed a tree. The country he said had changed somewhat, as it had been seven years since he had been at this barren. As he slid down the tree, by the expression of his face and the glitter of his eye I felt sure he had seen caribou. "Five of them in the barren, not more nor a mile off, a feeding, sir." That was all. Now, with the utmost precaution we traced our steps. Just on the south side of the barren we found a distinct trail, which the caribou had made through the woods. Their tracks resembled these made by cattle, only a little more elongated, for the caribou has rather long, low hoofs. The dung was even fresh, and not much larger than that voided by sheep. They had evidently laid down during the night at this very spot, as little bits of hair were visible. We followed the track in Indian file, Gamble leading, I in the middle, and Beese in the rear. The gait was a slow one, and our feet were cautiously placed on the ground, fearful that even a twig should crack. Not a word was spoken. With one hand on his gun, the other behind him, Gamble would signal with his outstretched fingers which way we should go, or whether we should halt. The track was almost 400 yards long, and a small stream had to be crossed. Silently as otters we went through it. Just then the barren opened on us. We rested for a few moments, then got to the last screen of trees, and saw for the first time our caribou. They were hidden by a slight fringe of spruce boughs, and were not more than 600 yards off. About 400 yards distant in the barren there stood a huge boulder, of a greyish white, glistening in the bright morning sun, and throwing off sparkles of light from the quartz crystals in it. Could we reach it ? If able to do that there would be the chance of a shot. We all dropped to the ground, and crawled slowly on the moss, worming our way round smaller boulders until we reached it. Looking stealthfully over the top of it, I was now sure that the caribou were just within long rifle shot. We waited fully five minutes (it seemed to me five hours), hoping the caribou would come nearer. When we saw them first the herd — made up of two old bucks, two male yearlings, and a doe — were playing together; now they were feeding. Thinking Gamble the better shot, I had given him my Ballard, reserving the Remington for myself. Every moment I expected the caribou would move further off. Though they could not wind us, every now and then the nearest buck would pause, slowly raise his head, and look around him, as if on his guard. Gamble looked inquiringly at me, as if asking what to do. I made the motion of firing. Indicating the buck I wanted to shoot at, I left Gamble to pick out any one he chose. I carefully took a resting shot on a sharp edge of the boulder. Presently the furthest buck came a trifle quartering towards me, and taking the most careful of shots, with a fine bead, aiming at the brisket, I let him have it. Almost instantly afterwards Gamble fired. My buck fell dead in his tracks. Gamble's caribou gave one single, short leap, and fell dead not ten yards from mine. One long, exulting shout sounded through the barren as we screamed with excitement. The next moment Gamble was down into the barren with gleaming knife in hand, and the throats of two noble caribou were cut. The buck I had killed was the finest of the two, and would have weighed 300 pounds. Gamble's buck was a trifle lighter. The horns on mine were only fair as to size, while Gamble's were the most magnificent ones as to size and spread I had ever seen. My eight hundred miles of travel were amply repaid. "If my grandsire drew a long bow at Hastings," I must plead it as an excuse for entering somewhat into the exact distance we fired at these animals. Pacing it off, I found that my buck was killed at a trifle under 186 yards, and Gamble's at 170. We rested for a while, and, seated on our animals, ate and drank as only hungry and excited men can. Now came the question of how to get, them to the lodge, some forty miles distant. Gamble's and Beese's woodcraft then came into play. In a half hour, with their axes they had fashioned a sledge of hackmatack, on which the caribou were placed. Long withewood traces were made, and, like horses, we went in double harness. Awful hard work it was. There was a little stream some three miles off which emptied into Economy Lake, and here was where our hauling would end and water transportation begin. Seven mortal hours did it take us before we accomplished those three miles. At sundown we reached the stream. A fire was built, our last bit of pork was devoured, a cup of coffee, was made, and we all soon went to sleep, thoroughly used up men. Next morning was again fine and clear, a trifle cold, but every particle of fatigue had left us. There is some peculiarity in this rare mountain air, which makes a breath of it send the blood through the lungs with renewed and freshened vigor. Gamble proposed making a straight line for camp, and finding Dandy, who would walk to Castlereagh, and from thence take the horse and buggy to Economy Lake and meet us. It was no sooner proposed than off he started, going off with that splendid swinging gait which only one who treads these native wilds can acquire. Beese now built a raft; it was but the matter of an hour. The game was loaded on, and we were just about pushing off into the stream which emptied into the lake, not more than half a mile beyond, when a pleasant morning breeze sprung up. Here I must confess that what nautical knowledge I may have had now came to me as if by inspiration. From a large birch tree we took some sheets of bark. Under my direction Beese sawed them, a mast and a spar were rigged up, a pennon of birch, bark was hoisted to the fore, and with a regular latine sail we went spinning down the lake, much to Beese's amusement. At the foot of the lake Ave found a settler's cabin, and here we moored our raft, From the settler we hired a span of oxen and a cart, and, loading our caribou, leisurely reached Economy. There, sure enough, was Dandy, waiting for us. I am writing this at Purdy's, in delightful quarters once more. In a week or so I will go for moose, just as soon as Gamble has made his crop. I shall take Gamble with me, of course, and Beese and Dandy, for better hunters or more trustworthy people I never came across. Gamble says we may safely call the moose on the next full moon. T. F. 0. T.
Happy Spooky Wednesday, friends! This week we're all about Wisconsin! Kala starts us off with the mystical Rock Lake near Lake Mills. What secrets does this water hold? Apparently... like two. First, there are mysterious pyramids of an unknown origin on the lake floor, and second, there might be a lake monster named Rocky slithering about. If you're swimming and you hear a loud hissing noise, it may be time to get out of the water. Next, Brittany takes us to the haunted Milwaukee location called Shaker's Cigar Bar. What could be the cause of these ghostly stories? Maybe it's the fact that it was built on top of a cemetery? Maybe it's the fact that there are skeletons stuck in the basement concrete? Maybe it's the spirits leftover from its days as a brothel? Honestly, you could pick and choose any of them and it would probably make sense. To finish it all up, we have a story from Kala's Weird Wisconsin book that she is not-so-subtly hoping will freak her mom out. Sorry, mom. This episode is sponsored by Earth Rider Brewery in Superior, WI. For more information visit https://earthrider.beer
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Episode 21: More Stories of Algonquin Park Full Time Residents In this episode I continue my sharing of stories that I have collected about the lives of Algonquin Park full time residents. First are stories about the The Dufonds and Dennison's who farmed in the area before it became a provincial park. Then are some amusing anecdotes from Robert Taylor about his grandfather William McCourt who was the station agent for Rock Lake Station from 1897 until well into the 1940s. The adventures of Billie Baulke who lived as a care taker first for the Fleck's of J. R. Booth's railways fame and later was the anchor for Rock and Whtiefish Lake leaseholder residents are recounted Lastly are a few stories about Stuart Eady and his wife Beulah who resided on Rock Lake in the 40s and 50s. Eady was a park ranger and Beulah a key community member. Key sources for this episode come from Audrey Saunders The Algonquin Story, my own research for my book Rock Lake Station, S. Bernard Shaw's Lake Opeongo and Rory MacKay's Algonquin Park - A Place Like No Other. Except for Shaw's Lake Opeongo, all of these titles are available from the Friends of Algonquin Park in-person and online bookstores. www.algonquinpark.on.ca. The musical contribution of Tom Thomson and the Seasons of Algonquin is from the Wakami Wailers 2017 album Un, Deux, Trois ...Four. The Wakami Wailers are a frequent visitor and entertainment at the annual Logger's Day celebrations. To hear more of their songs from the Canadian landscapes check out www.wakamiwailers.com.
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Episode 3: A Walking History Tour of Rock Lake Station in Algonquin Park This episode takes the visitor on a walking tour of what was once a bustling community of railwaymen, loggers, tourists and leaseholders and their families at Rock Lake in Algonquin Park. Today Rock Lake Campground is one of the largest campgrounds in Algonquin Park and unless one realizes that the road through it was once the railway bed, you'd never know that for almost 40 years a different Rock Lake existed. The tour takes Algonquin Park history or railway enthusiasts to several locales and shares, insight into the people and places that once existed there so long ago. You'll get introduced to William and Ida McCourt and Shawna Lodge, Billy Baulke and his cottages, Beulah Eady and her joy of music and dancing, and of course Gertrude Booth Fleck and the Fleck Estate and her daily fishing expeditions and of course the train station activities that were the center of the community.
What if a Wisconsin lake was more than it appeared? What if it contained the remains of an ancient civilization? What if something, less ancient, and far from human, called its shores it home? Let's get in to it --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/weirdandfeared/support
There are not many places in Victoria where Bass are a viable target for lure fishers, but Blue Rock Lake, East of Melbourne holds some quality fish and offers some awesome angling opportunities. Todays Guest, Ben Faro is a freshwater fishing enthusiast and tournament kayak angler who has won three bass tournaments on this lake in recent times. Ben shares some tips that will help all Bass fishers to improve their strike rate on impoundment fish no matter what storage they fish. Full show notes at: https://doclures.com/blue-rock-lake-bass-ben-faro/
Mary Sutherland is an author and researcher focusing her work on consciousness studies, ancient history and unusual phenomena. She is a “hands on” researcher and the creator of http://www.burlingtonnews.net, one of the largest website on the internet with hundreds of pages providing information on the paranormal, UFOs, ancient races and their cultures, sacred sites and power points of the world, underground tunnels and cave systems, dimensional worlds , metaphysics, etc. The governor of Kentucky commissioned her as a ‘Kentucky Colonel” for her work on the ancient sites of Kentucky. For the last 5 years, she has been exploring, mapping and documenting the ancient underwater structures of Rock Lake – near Aztalan. For the last fourteen years she has been documenting the ancient sites around Burlington, WI.
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On this edition of The Micah Hanks Program, after a re-cap of Micah's recent visit to a Bigfoot conference, we touch on the fires that have been devastating the Amazon jungles for the last several weeks, as well as NASA's investigation of what could be the first crime committed in space. Also, we report on RNA that was recently sequenced from a wolf-hybrid puppy that lived more than 14,000 years ago, and why it has become the latest landmark achievement in genetic science. Then getting into the discussion of anomalies in archaeology, we begin with a look at a peculiar story about a Wisconsin lake, which involves many local divers who, for decades now, have said they have observed a series of pyramid-like stone structures at the bottom of Rock Lake. The archaeological community has dismissed the stories, noting the likelihood that these are merely stones piles that were deposited at the end of the last ice age; but has the potential for actual structures of unknown provenance been completely ruled out? This leads us to the Rock Lake enigma's connection with a nearby archaeological site called Azatlan, which shares its name with the fabled original homeland of the Aztecs. Some look at this aspect of the Aztec mythology as being similar to the fabled Atlantis, which philosopher Plato wrote about centuries ago; but whether or not Atlantis really existed, there are some remarkable archaeological discoveries being made today which suggest that people in the ancient world were far more well-traveled than we once thought. Curious legends like those of the pre-Inca tradition of "Viracocha" have perplexed scholars with their hinting at possible interactions between different cultures in the ancient world. Such stories were also what fueled Thor Heyerdahl to sail across the Pacific Ocean, to prove that ancient people might have done the same. Could early migrations into the Americas have occurred much earlier than once thought, and perhaps with the help of ancient sailing vessels? And if so, where did some of those early arrivals come from originally? Below are links to stories discussed on this week's program: Amazon rainforest fire: What's happening now and how you can help Nasa said to be investigating first allegation of a crime in space Scientists Sequence RNA of 14,300-Year-Old Wolf Puppy Viracocha and the Legendary Origins of the Inca Epic pre-Columbian voyage suggested by genes Become an X Subscriber and get even more great podcasts and monthly specials from Micah Hanks. Sign up today and get access to the entire back catalog of The Micah Hanks Program, as well as "classic" episodes of The Gralien Report Podcast, weekly “additional editions” of the subscriber-only X Podcast, the monthly Enigmas specials, and much more. Like us on Facebook Follow @MicahHanks on Twitter Follow Micah on Instagram
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In this episode, Caylen and Phil discuss the Rock Lake NRL Steel Challenge that they participated in last weekend in Washington state. They talk about how the stages made them think, and how they apply to realistic scenarios that you could see while in the field. As usual, they peel back the layers of the fundamentals of marksmanship and how they are critical in achieving consistency behind a rifle
Features photos from a red hair giants grave site!The Red-Haired Giants Atlantis in North America “And the Gods ruled from Akakor.They ruled over men and earth with ships faster than birds’ flight, ships that reached their goal without sails or oars and by night as well as by day. They had magic stones to look into the distance so that they could see cities, rivers, hills and lakes. Whatever happened on earth or in the sky was reflected in the stones. They had great knowledge and could suspend the heaviest stones, fling lightning or melt rocks.” Prior to the upcoming cataclysms, the ancient gods left earth for safer places. According to Tatunca Nara, “After the former Masters left in the year ‘Zero’, a global catastrophe occurred. Before leaving, they gave the sacred knowledge to their earthbound offspring to protect until their return. These people were known as the “Sacred Record Keepers”. The pre-diluvium patriarchs took shelter in underground cities, underground tunnel systems and the high mountains above flood level. When the star visitors returned from the heavens, these grateful patriarchs gave them their loyalty and deified them as gods. Mary Sutherland is an author and researcher focusing her work on consciousness studies, ancient history and unusual phenomena. She is a "hands on" researcher and the creator of one of the largest website on the internet with hundreds of pages providing information on the paranormal, UFOs, ancient races and their cultures, sacred sites and power points of the world, underground tunnels and cave systems, dimensional worlds , metaphysics, etc.
Mary Sutherland is an author and researcher focusing her work on consciousness studies, ancient history and unusual phenomena. She is a "hands on" researcher and her website provides us with hundreds of pages of information on the paranormal, UFOs, ancient races and their cultures, sacred sites and power points of the world, underground tunnels and cave systems, dimensional worlds , and metaphysics. The governor of Kentucky commissioned her as a ‘Kentucky Colonel” for her work on the ancient sites of Kentucky. For the last 5 years, she has been exploring, mapping and documenting the ancient underwater structures of Rock Lake – near Aztalan. For the last fourteen years she has been documenting the ancient sites around Burlington, WI. Truth is her passion. She believes it is through truth that we will break ourselves free of our present entanglements in life. http://www.burlingtonnews.net
Mary Sutherland is an author and researcher focusing her work on consciousness studies, ancient history and unusual phenomena. She is a "hands on" researcher and her website provides us with hundreds of pages of information on the paranormal, UFOs, ancient races and their cultures, sacred sites and power points of the world, underground tunnels and cave systems, dimensional worlds , and metaphysics. The governor of Kentucky commissioned her as a ‘Kentucky Colonel” for her work on the ancient sites of Kentucky. For the last 5 years, she has been exploring, mapping and documenting the ancient underwater structures of Rock Lake – near Aztalan. For the last fourteen years she has been documenting the ancient sites around Burlington, WI. Truth is her passion. She believes it is through truth that we will break ourselves free of our present entanglements in life. http://www.burlingtonnews.net
Mary Sutherland is an author and researcher focusing her work on consciousness studies, ancient history and unusual phenomena. She is a "hands on" researcher and her website provides us with hundreds of pages of information on the paranormal, UFOs, ancient races and their cultures, sacred sites and power points of the world, underground tunnels and cave systems, dimensional worlds , and metaphysics. The governor of Kentucky commissioned her as a ‘Kentucky Colonel” for her work on the ancient sites of Kentucky. For the last 5 years, she has been exploring, mapping and documenting the ancient underwater structures of Rock Lake – near Aztalan. For the last fourteen years she has been documenting the ancient sites around Burlington, WI. Truth is her passion. She believes it is through truth that we will break ourselves free of our present entanglements in life. http://www.burlingtonnews.net
This episode came about due to a recent surge in requests for help with hauntings that are currently happening. Types of Hauntings - Consciousness/Active - Echo/Residual Rupert & Mikey join us The Rock Lake story Why you should sit on the toilet the next time you feel ungrounded The effects of metal and water on energy Experiences at Telegraph Cove Why heavy energy isn’t necessarily dark or evil energy Degrees between light and heavy energy How dark energy grows Avoiding energetic infestations of little dark creatures The “trickster” level of haunting Learning we were living in a house with a sad history and build up of heavy energy Stay tuned for how we fixed the sad energy in the next episode! *** Kate Sit [...]
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Join us this week on Christian Devotions SPEAK UP! when host Scott McCausey interviews the Director of Rock Lake Christian Assembly, Henry Hawver. Henry has served the Lord in many different venues, but not until he rededicated his life to Christ after questioning the validity of scripture. Through friend and minister Hi Gates, he turned his face back to God and lived a transformed life. He first became a minister at Wheaton Church of Christ in Remus, Michigan before preaching in Dewitt, Michigan. Henry and his wife of almost forty years, Lois, have been involved in the care of children all their married lives. They have adopted four children, been involved in foster care for thirteen years and support Central Michigan Pregnancy Services in Mt. Pleasant, Michigan. Through their passion for young people, involvement in a Christian Camp was a fore-drawn conclusion. Henry has served for over thirty years at Rock Lake. This adventure started as a 4th-5th grade camp counselor. Eventually, he was asked to take over the camp as the Dean. After ten years in this capacity, the camp director job became available. Henry felt led to serve in this capacity full-time and has been doing so ever since. As well as Director of the camp, he has served on the Program Committee, Capital Fund Committee and as Trustee. Henry's favorite thing about camp is being present when young people learn spiritual truths, commit themselves to Jesus as Lord and Savior of their lives, and are immersed in the lake.
Join us this week on Christian Devotions SPEAK UP! when host Scott McCausey interviews the Director of Rock Lake Christian Assembly, Henry Hawver. Henry has served the Lord in many different venues, but not until he rededicated his life to Christ after questioning the validity of scripture. Through friend and minister Hi Gates, he turned his face back to God and lived a transformed life. He first became a minister at Wheaton Church of Christ in Remus, Michigan before preaching in Dewitt, Michigan. Henry and his wife of almost forty years, Lois, have been involved in the care of children all their married lives. They have adopted four children, been involved in foster care for thirteen years and support Central Michigan Pregnancy Services in Mt. Pleasant, Michigan. Through their passion for young people, involvement in a Christian Camp was a fore-drawn conclusion. Henry has served for over thirty years at Rock Lake. This adventure started as a 4th-5th grade camp counselor. Eventually, he was asked to take over the camp as the Dean. After ten years in this capacity, the camp director job became available. Henry felt led to serve in this capacity full-time and has been doing so ever since. As well as Director of the camp, he has served on the Program Committee, Capital Fund Committee and as Trustee. Henry’s favorite thing about camp is being present when young people learn spiritual truths, commit themselves to Jesus as Lord and Savior of their lives, and are immersed in the lake.
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