Firstly, that the physical evidence does not support the claims – Harrison’s displays deep bruising on his thighs yet nothing on his chest (the point of impact which allegedly knocked him back 12 feet), no odorous residue was left behind on Harrison’s skin or clothing, and the footprint cast is clearly that of a human (the heel of which slid uphill before the forefoot with toes spread is placed on the ground – a wholly unnatural striding motion yet perfect for a hoaxer to distort the foot’s proportions).

The 2nd problem is one that affects “yowie research” as a whole – that of story-based research. Anyone can invent a yowie story. Repeat it often enough and it becomes part of the yowielore. In his unusual explanation above, Harrison has created more yet yowie stories (documented nowhere previously by anyone) in an effort to enhance his story’s credibility – “The location is also the site of Aboriginal and Yowie birthing pools. Therefore a sacred site. I had an encounter there a few years ago. Three of them came down from the hill and stood behind us. That’s a story for another day…” and “I wondered off to a place we nickname “The Arena”. Dubbed due to a fight between two male Yowies there many years ago.” Sacred yowie birthing pools? Yowie fight? More stories but no actual evidence. The plural of STORIES is not DATA.

The fact that all Harrison’s alleged yowie encounters occur when alone or with anonymous participants and conveniently all without cameras is highly suspicious for an experienced researcher. His dishonest attempts (highlighted by Loren above) to discredit the 2 dissenting participants smacks of desperation. Clearly, Harrison is not used to having his stories challenged.

This is a hoax. Harrison needs to come clean about what really happened that night. Until then, questions will remain about just how many of his alleged yowie encounters are just stories – fictional stories.

Good luck Dean, you appear to have found them several times now in the pitch dark, maybe time to save up for an infrared camera.

Please, no one speaks for me in this fight between the debating factions. I will continue to post comments from both sides, but I will not tolerate being characterized for what I feel about this. Thank you.

Please just leave this MBW post up as it will work in our favor in future.

Thanks Mate.

They are both two obsessed individuals. Time for them to get jobs and focus on something important.

Basically – we made a mistake by inviting them out with us.

Setting the story straight…….

That night, I wondered off to a place we nickname “The Arena”. Dubbed due to a fight between two male Yowies there many years ago.

The location is also the site of Aboriginal and Yowie birthing pools. Therefore a sacred site. I had an encounter there a few years ago. Three of them came down from the hill and stood behind us. That’s a story for another day…..

Back to the story, I wondered away from camp to escape the noise so I could listen to the forest, as I do. It was somewhere between 1 and 3am. I walked up the track above Base. To my left is a hill and to my right is a gully where the granite cascade (The Arena), is. The entire location is pine forest with parts encroached by Lantana.

I cut my way down to the right into the gully and made my way up the cascade. It was a still night with little to no breeze. The cloud cover was thick, as we had rain that afternoon and the moon was nowhere to be seen. It was an extremely dark night.

Suddenly I was hit with an overwhelming smell of Sulphur that ran its way up my nostrils. It was pungent.

I radioed to base and reported it. I am the first to wave my hand and admit I obviously wasn’t thinking, as I didn’t put two and two together. Sulphur odours and the Yowie come hand in hand and have done so since the first reports centuries ago. I began to smell the rocks and cracks to in an attempt to find the source to no avail.

A few minutes later, I sat on the granite with legs crossed listening to the forest sounds.

I had not been there long, when on top of the hill came something marching like a soldier. It came over the hill and was walking along the ridge line without a care on the World. I stood up and radioed base asking if this person was one of them. ‘No’ was the reply. I patched back and stated that I had company. It was marching with intent. The first thought was it was definitely heading towards Base to survey the situation and the noise factor.

The moment I stood up and spoke, it changed direction and ran like a freight train all the way down the hill in my direction. It ran, leapt and sprinted down the hill at a great pace with total ease not missing a step. How it could have done such a pace in harsh terrain in total darkness bewilders me. I have not witnessed such an event since Ormeau in 97’.

My Maglite was on the ground, UHF in my left hand and I was skipping backwards, while yelling at it to keep back. It leapt onto the track and leapt again onto the bottom slope at full speed directly at me.

Before I knew it , he/it/she struck me on the right side of my chest and shoulder landing me into a rock pool behind me.

While yelling into the UHF, my back was arched and legs kicking directly up into the air in attempt to keep it off me. From time to time I would throw a miserable right fist, which would have got me nowhere if connection was made.

Frantic, I kept yelling for backup. Within no time there was flashlights coming in my direction and the Yowie stepped away. When the boys arrived I pointed in the direction where I thought it had left.

YL1 and Joe headed after it. Mikka helped me up and dusted me off before we joined the others. We caught up with it and began to follow. It’s eyes glowed in the darkness like they were illuminated by batteries. They were a white/grey colour. When it’s head was facing forward, we saw nothing other than total darkness. When it looked back towards us, there they were, blinking.

Not totally in charge of all my faculties at this stage and obviously still in trauma mode, I was loudly voicing my disapproval at it and invited round two.

We were all amazed at the eye shine and commented about it.

The Brother reports, Quote: “The other night after observing the eye shine with Mikka, I was on my way back to base with Joe going up the steep rock slope and had the worst chills of my life. I told Joe about this. I don’t know why he didn’t feel it but i didn’t feel safe without my finger on the button at all.

There was a few walking around that night 70 to 100 meters from the camp. The popping of sticks underfoot was unmistakeable.

I have never had chills in the bush before, apart from when the big hairy guy was walking towards us before it growled at us in one of my experiences. That time I had chills because I heard the footsteps and thought a crazy man was in the rainforest stalking us. At that time before it growled I hadn’t thought it could be a Yowie at all”.

We had radioed to Base to wake up my partner so she could witness what we were seeing. He refused on 2/3 occasions. Later in a recording he used, we hear him saying “F’ that”. He had no interest in the events that were transpiring, as alcohol had taken over the majority of his mind space.

Joe and YL1 had wandered back to base to get Lasso, as that was far to labour intensive for Sooker.

Mikka and I sat there watching it watching us, while it began to cough.

Later that morning, I pondered over the entire event. I ran the scenario over and over in my mind time and time again trying to makes sense of it all and figure what triggered it to behave as it did.

During the morning although it was drizzling, I decided to head out on a short hike while the twins sat there moping and staring at their feet.

While out on my hike, I attempted to find the Rangers huts, as there were a couple staying there and I wanted to know if they experienced anything that night, however I couldn’t find it. I spent an hour searching for it, to no avail.

On my return as I approached the beginning of the Creek towards camp, something caught my eye to my left. It was a dark figure, either dark grey or black that was either squatting or sitting in the long grass. The form was Human, yet thicker. It gently lent forward into the undergrowth as I walked towards it. Still not in the best frame of mind after the events of the previous night, this was something that I certainly didn’t want to know about. Lasso and Joe had gone to town, she with our camera, never the less, I doubt I was going to linger about not knowing if it was the same one that hit me.

I walked some meters further towards the creek, as I was becoming somewhat dehydrated. I then heard a noise from the direction of the “it”, therefore I chose to move on. As I made my way back to the track, there was a loud “Whack, Whack, Whack” on the right side of the track just ahead of me.

This was a noise that I was more than familiar with.

It took me a good 10 minutes to walk past it. On my way passed, I picked up a fist sized rock in my right hand. It was better than nothing.

It remained uneventful all the way back to camp.

Mikka said that he went for a wander back up the hill and came across something that broke out in coughing, as we heard the previous night.

This is when things began to change.

I was approached by Sooker. He told me that the previous night never happened! Totally gobsmacked and dumbfounded, the best reply I could muster, was “HUH?” He said not to tell a soul or he would come after me and destroy my reputation.

I asked why he would do this and he said because he will (?).

At first I thought he was joking. I told everyone else and they were rather shocked, especially considering he wasn’t even there with us. Here was this odd person telling us that nothing happened and to leave it! Even his brother at the time had found it hard to fathom.

I asked “Why would you say such a thing?”

His reply was “Because I know all”.

By now I had a firm grasp on the fact that he wasn’t quite all there.

He then added that “He was the Yowie”. We were apparently following him! I enquired how could that be so when he was at base and we were on the hill. The then replied “I can be at all places at once, I can be everywhere at all times”. Okay…….. Now I knew I was dealing with someone “not quite right”.

He added that the illuminated eye shine was his due to cataracts beaming light out of them? I asked why we never saw that during the night when we were all sitting together, however that seemed to be a hard one to answer.

Continuing his rants, he mentioned that he foresees World events, predicted Princess Diana would die, 9/11 and can shape shift etc etc…… and………. that we made all of this up (not that he was there).

So here we were in a situation with some guy who we have met once that turns into a fruitcake and threatens us. He bragged that he has no friends as if it were something to be proud of, yet all we can see is the reasons why he has no friends! Certainly nothing to be proud of and remember that it was Sooker that first said to me that YL1 has issues (as seen in the emails I have been receiving).

He then tells everyone that the bruises that I had all over my body was a result of me beating myself with the rock I brought back to camp. Seriously – he claimed that!

Then he begins phoning and emailing everyone telling them that we made the entire story up. His brother, then decides he will change his story also and then sends me volleys of threatening and abusive emails. Some of which I may post.

I then receive a barrage of complaints from people asking why this lunatic is phoning/emailing hassling them all the time. Emailing and phoning people they don’t even know!

It’s continued for 5 months now and we have all had enough. Time to grow up boys and get yourselves a life. Focus on your own issues and perhaps seek some professional help. We don’t lose any sleep over them, as they’re not important enough.

They are obsessed. We are so important in their lives that they feel the need to focus on us 24/7. They continually tell us that they will ruin our credibility and try to destroy us – why???

Thats pretty much the story.

Below is Sooker on the nite and keep in mind he didn’t have the capacity to even leave camp with the rest of us that night…….. yet he seems to be an expert on what happened because he was teleporting! Oh, they have also threatend to edit copy/paste audio to make us look bad. I’m sure it will happen. No matter. YL1′s initiail report was correct – why change the story?

Its the same story that the rest of us have – because…….. it happened.

Grow up, get lives and stop behaving like deranged little School girls. We have better things to do.

DMH

I agree ALL the evidence should be put on the table. I have the only sound file of the entire night and when I get written permission from Dean to put it up it will be done.

I am a little starved for time at the moment but in time every reporting inaccuracy and the glaring inconsistencies will be displayed and the correct information will eventually be brought out into the open.

I was going by the report above about a “first timer” saying Dean hit himself with a rock.

Somebody’s lying here. It indeed could be Dean. I stated that before. Let’s see ALL the evidence.

It would seem you know more about this than myself. Where have I said Dean hit himself with a rock? That is a statement made by Dean about a first timer. There was no first timers on the expedition and there is no forum record showing someone saying that, that I am aware of.

I did send an email to Dean once saying I could think of 3 reasons why the bruises had occurred – harming himself with a rock was not included…but saying those reasons here would embarrass him quite a bit. His forum post as a result of that email was “Now they are accusing me of self harm” I was banned long before this and could not reply to any of his ridiculous accusations.

That’s quite an interesting statement by yourself cryptidsrus that I would like you to clear up for everyone…now you are amazing me.