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It was October 11, 1973. Calvin Parker and I had gotten off from work at 3:30, and by the time I had dinner and got my fishing tackle together, I guess we must have got on the Pascagoula River a little

By Playboy January 1978

after five o'clock. It had become dusk by then and we were sitting on a small pier on the bank, fishing out into the river, when this noise–a hissing or zipping-like sound–attracted my attention. It was just like air or maybe steam escaping from a pipe. Anyway, I turned around, I saw these two blue lights. When I saw them, well, the sound seemed to go away. They were real close together and they were either flashing or pulsating not over 30 to 40 yards behind us. Almost as big as a car headlight and real bright.
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