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Lynn Taylor, UFO Field Investigator
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Date: 2-2-98 After several weeks of inclement weather, the night sky finally cleared, giving us a perfect window of opportunity to patrol the sky for "unidentifieds." I picked John up around 10:30 PM, and headed toward Bloomington, Indiana. From a high point overlooking the southern edge of the city, we could see five brilliant white lights parked above the town, with its citizens most likely oblivious to their presence. As we drove around the suburban streets below trying to get within camera range, Jet planes began converging on the stationary lights. Slowly, the lights began moving in a northward direction. Urged on by the trailing jet aircraft, the glittering balls of light gradually disappeared from view. Next, our attention turned south toward Lake Monroe. We took up a position in the parking area on the spillway flat. Fifteen minutes had passed when another brilliant white light ball appeared over the water to our east. It remained motionless for a brief time before it began floating northward. That was about the time we noticed the jet planes circling us overhead like giant metallic buzzards. For another five minutes we watched as they continued moving around us, and all the while, the object in the distance slowly moved beyond the ridge and out of sight. We concluded that the planes were not leaving until we did. Time wasting away, we gave in and set a new course back toward Bloomington. Back near our starting point, south of town, we spotted two more light balls quickly heading north. It was 12:30 AM, and John was ready to call it a night. "This is just going to be a ‘cat and mouse’ thing," he said, as I turned the van around to take him home. Later, as I started to pull away from his driveway, John remarked, "Keep an eye out going home. You may see something else." I assured him I would be vigilant, then headed north again. I was traveling up highway 37N, and was approaching the west side of the city, when two more lights appeared in the sky, straight ahead. The chase was on again, as I put the pedal down. (My warp drive is never on line when I need it!) As I approached Whitehall Pike, I pulled to the side of the road, my tires sliding in the loose sand, and kicking up dust. I tried desperately to snap a picture of the lights, but by now I was completely enveloped in a dust cloud. Back in the van, I raced on northward. |
I could see them in the distance, heading for the Bottom Road area, north of Bloomington. When I got to the Bottom Road turn-off, I headed cross-country with the objects still in sight. As bad luck would have it, they turned east, back toward Highway 37, where they followed the road on to Martinsville, 18 miles further north. Back on State Route 37 again, I did my best to catch up with the objects. I had just passed Morgan-Monroe State Forest, and broke the crest of a hill when, dead ahead were three light balls flying in a "V" formation. I had scarcely traveled a mile, when I looked to my left to see a strangely lit aircraft. A few seconds later, I looked to my right to see another aircraft in a complementary position. I found myself in the middle of a giant "V" formation. It was as if I was being "escorted" to Martinsville. When I approached the southern outskirts, I took up an observation position as the three light balls spaced themselves over the town. occasionally, they would drift in one direction or the other, but their position was basically fixed from approximately 1:10 AM until 2:15 AM. What appeared to be jet airplanes, circled the stationary objects, as I flashed my "Maglight" at them, hoping to draw one in for a better picture. It wasn’t long before one of the "planes" turned and started in my direction. It banked and turned about 100 feet in front of me, and less that 100 feet above the deck. I’ve never seen an airplane with a lighting configuration like this thing had. It had two large white lights in front, one a few feet behind the other. Two white lights formed the other two points of a triangle. Near the left trailing white light was a flashing blue light. Left of center and a few feet to the rear, was a red flashing light. I could not hear any sounds emanating from the craft over the noise from my truck engine. To complete the scene, jet aircraft circled the whole town. Some were obviously airliners in a holding pattern waiting their turn to land at Indianapolis International, 35 miles to the north. Others circling closer to the objects were smaller jets, possibly military, although there was no way to be certain. Finally, the light balls began to move north, over the White River. The strange "airplanes" followed close behind, with the smaller jet aircraft taking up the rear. Mooresville was their destination, I was sure of it. Lynn Taylor, Association for Aerial Anomaly Research and Cataloging (AAARC) |
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