Read with interest your story concerning "Invisible Rock Throwers" . In the
summer of 1971, I and several witnesses experienced the same phenomenon in
upstate Saratoga County, New York. The episode went on for about 6 days when
I and several friends were asked to help catch someone harassing campers at
Boyscout Camp Boyhaven in Middle Grove, N.Y. It was explained to us upon our
arrival, that someone had been throwing rocks at a particular campsite,
known as Banker 2 Lodge and it's associated lean-toos, scaring the kids who
occupied them. There were about 24 people involved including myself who were
asked to help. We dispersed into the underbrush at about 9pm surrounding the
area at a radius of about 50 yards in groups of 2.
This distance was deemed adequate to observe whoever may have been throwing the stones because the dense understory around the site limited the distance one could throw with accuracy. The stones had been commencing their "attack" at almost exactly 11pm every night for the previous week and did not disappoint us this
evening. At 11pm, the first stone fell on the tin roof of one of the
lean-toos. The noise was very loud and caused all of the people who were
charged with locating the responsible party to converge on the campsite with
flashlights on and aimed primarily to the sky. I personally observed stones
the size of golfballs falling all around us. No one seemed to be getting
injured and I was never hit. The atmosphere was chaotic, what with the fact
that no one had been seen entering the area by any of the surrounding 2
person teams, and that no stones seemed to hit the dense brush, or towering
Red Pines covering the site. 3 friends and I got together and decided to
break away from the frenzied search and found a spot just outside the
previously guarded radius of the attack where we could still see what was
going on..
We sat in an area of thick undergrowth and talked about what we
had just observed. Needless to say, there were some wild explanations
proposed, none of which made much sense. After what must have been 3 or 4
minutes, a small stone was heard to hit the ground about 6 feet in front of
us and rolled to our feet. We all immediately turned on our flash lights and
saw nothing. When we turned off the lights, more stones fell at our feet. We
then observed what appeared to be a greenish glow, like what you might see
if someone put their hand over the end of a green flashlight, moving around
us at a distance of about 20 feet. We all immediately turned on our own
lights, but again saw nothing. Interestingly, there was also no sound coming
from the area of this green glow, even though the brush was so thick to make
this seem impossible if someone was carrying the light.We also never heard
stones hitting the limbs of the pines, even though they made an almost
impenetrable canopy over the area.
We never saw anyone remotely suspicious, and when the event stopped, about
an hour after it started, we all went home quite confused as to what we had
witnessed. To my knowledge this never happened again.
Well, that's my story, and I'm stickin' to it!
