The 2018 Shag Harbour UFO Conference
I don’t go to many UFO conferences. Usually, what I have
to say isn’t what UFO fans want to hear, so the invites are few and far
between. Also, many UFO conferences are loaded with speakers whose topics don’t
interest me (e.g. communicating with angels; how to know if you’re one of the
Star People; arks from Alpha Centauri; mental communication via higher
consciousness; alien cures for cancer; etc.), so I tend not attend them. Plus…
But when I received an invitation to speak at the Shag
Harbour UFO Conference, I was definitely interested. Shag Harbour is one case I
have studied to some depth, and I have developed a presentation about
significant Canadian UFO cases in 1967, and how they relate to one another.
I accepted last fall, and by Spring 2018, I had started
to receive details about the conference and who else was speaking there. I was
intrigued because many were ufologists I had been corresponding with already or
I was friends with them on Facebook and knew their work.
Last year was the 50th anniversary of the
incident, and the Shag Harbour UFO Festival attracted a decent crowd. But 2018
was the 51st anniversary of the Shag Harbour UFO Crash. Instead of
holding it on the anniversary of the incident (October 4), it was decided to
have it during the summer and try to attract more tourists. The conference was
scheduled to go three days over the August long weekend, August 3-5, 2018.
I flew in on Thursday, August 2, arriving in Halifax
about 5:00 pm after a day of traveling. I was met at the airport by fellow
ufologist Palmiro Campagna from Ottawa, and Haligonian Graham Simms, both
speaking at the conference. Graham had volunteered to drive us to Barrington
Passage, the conference site, which I discovered was a good three hours’ drive
away to the southernmost tip of Nova Scotia.
Graham Simms, me, and Palmiro Campagna getting some Canadian coffee
When we arrived in Barrington Passage and had settled
into our rented cabins, it was already past 8 pm, so when we went into town
looking for dinner, we found that all the seafood restaurants had closed
already for the night! There was no bar or pub in town, either! We settled on a
soon-closing pizza joint and vowed to buy some groceries the next day to stock
our in-room fridges.
The next morning, I got up early (which wasn’t hard
because I was still on Central Time) and went for a long walk on a well-groomed
trail that started literally right outside our cabins. It went right along the
ocean, and I stopped to take some photos of the Atlantic. The conference
sessions didn’t start until late afternoon, so I had plenty of time to explore
I was sure these were cormorants
Bermuda was straight south, behind me.
At trail's end, I found a tiny, cash-only hole-in-the-wall restaurant that advertised
fresh-caught seafood, so I made a mental note to head there later for lunch. (Two words: lobster poutine.) When I got back to my cabin, I started getting ready for the conference and
went through my notes.
Yes, lobster poutine. If you have to ask how many calories, don't even try.
Graham drove us to the conference site, which was on a
separate island or peninsula near the town. One thing I noticed was that
nowhere in town were there any notices about the UFO conference. When I had
been in St. Paul, Alberta, for their UFO festival, almost all the shops and
stores had posted signs or had displays about aliens and UFOs. But not in Barrington.
In fact, aside from a few signs on the road leading to the conference site, it
was impossible to know that the UFO festival weekend was upon us.
It was not surprising, therefore, that although the
conference venue was the entire floor of a hockey rink, and set with chairs for
about 150 people, attendance was low. In fact, by the official opening of the
conference there were only about 25 people in attendance. The good news,
though, is that the ones who were there were meant to be there, and the content
was superior to most other UFO conferences I have attended.
Just before opening the doors.
Conference chair Linda Rafuse was very gracious
throughout the weekend, and she opened the event with a warm welcome and
eagerness that set the tone of every day. First up was a brief intro of all the
upcoming speakers, then the Shag Harbour UFO witness panel. This was really
quite fascinating. Two original witnesses spoke to the group. One was fisherman Laurie Wickens, who had been 18 years old at the time of the Shag Harbour incident, as was Norm Smith, who had been one of the conscripted men out on the
With his thick maritime accent, Wickens (known as “Dickie”)
told how he saw the lights in the sky before they passed out of sight, then
drove to where he and his friends could get a view of the ocean. They saw a
lighted object bobbing on the waves and figured it was a plane crash, so he
drove down to road to a pay phone where he described it to the RCMP.
Smith and a friend were further east and also saw the
lights hanging in the sky, lined up at a 45 degree angle. They drove home and
Smith saw the lights again, this time seemingly headed downward, and he dragged
his father out to have a look. He went to the same place where Dickie was,
already watching the sea with the RCMP.
Smith went out in boats with RCMP and sailed through a
patch of yellowish foam that he estimated was six inches thick, 40 feet wide
and a half mile long. This was perhaps the most startling to me, as I had
always only imagined the patch of “glowing green foam” was fairly small, about
30 feet in diameter at most. (And it wasn’t glowing.) Smith said he took a
dipping net for catching small fish and tried to gather some of the foam, but
it came up empty, as the foam was not viscous. And no, no one thought to gather
some in a jar or other container. This was 1967.
Smith also shocked some in the audience (including me) by
becoming emotional during his retelling of the events of that night. He
explained later that he had been sure it was a plane crash and that he was
going to find body parts floating in the water, something that haunts him to
Following the witnesses’ testimonies, the next presenter
was Rodney Ross, who wanted to speak not about UFOs, but USOs, specifically sea
monsters. Most of his talk was his description of the large creature with many
teeth that seemed almost to devour him with his sailing companions when they
were out on the water while fishing near Shag Harbour. While some were
skeptical of his experience, the fishermen in attendance insisted Ross was a
seasoned sailor and not one to make up tales.
After the end of the night’s session, many of the
presenters met for a late dinner at the only place open again, the pizza place.
David Cvet, Chris Styles, Graham Simms, Laurie Wickens, Palmiro Campagna, me, Justin Brown
The next morning, sessions started at 9 am, so many of us
went early to a coffee shop before heading there, as no food services were
ready until lunch. The first presenter was Chris Styles, the pre-eminent Shag
Harbour expert, who detailed how he doggedly pursued leads on the case and
tracked down witnesses with possible clues to what had happened.
theory was that an object went down at Shag Harbour but that there were also US
Navy ships anchored over a site near Shelburne, about 50 km northeast along the
coast. One story is that although the official position is that divers called
in to search for the Shag Harbour object came up empty handed, the US Navy
divers located the object and dragged or transported it to Shelburne. Some
witnesses say they saw something pulled out of the water and loaded onto
flatbed trucks on shore to be taken away under cover of darkness.
Styles (who also was a witness to the Shag Harbour UFO)
has made it his life’s work to get to the bottom of the case. Literally. He was
been with researchers on board vessels with sonar looking for objects on the
bottom of the sea, and has found some unusual circular depressions that suggest
something large and heavy had been there. Ufologist David Cvet, whom I met for
the first time at the conference, is also a diver and witnessed these
After Styles it was my turn to speak, and I presented my
overview of the remarkable Canadian UFO cases of 1967 for the first time in
public, putting Shag Harbour in context of significant events during that year.
I was the only thing between the audience and lunch.
Which, by the way, was also seafood. A food truck
provided the repast, and I chose fresh-caught haddock battered in a special
mixture and fried to perfection. It was ridiculously good.
After lunch, I ran the slide for Palmiro Campagna, who
spoke on the history of the AVRO Arrow. The connection to Shag Harbour was
obvious once he began describing the process of locating classified documents
about the plane and tracking down witnesses of its development and destruction.
(If you don’t know the story, check out Campagna’s books and other writings on
it.) He also talked about the connection between the AVRO saucer and UFO
sightings in the 1960s, even the Falcon Lake case. We disagree mildly that the
Falcon Lake case could have been a secret military version of a saucer-shaped
VTOL craft, but his research is of high quality and has some very good ideas
Palmiro Campagna with Linda Rafuse (on far right)
After Campagna was Ted Roe, who had flown in from Hawaii
and was a bit jetlagged. But his presentation was quite interesting, as he
related for the first time in a public venue his personal UFO encounters,
including some apparent abduction experiences. Like Smith the day before, he
became quite emotional as he began sharing parts of his life with the
enraptured audience. He barely mentioned NARCAP, the pilots’ UFO reporting
network that he organized several years ago and which is going through some
Me with a jetlagged Ted Roe
Finally, Paul Kimball spoke on UFO mythology as it was
manifested in stories of the Men in Black. Paul was entertaining but also
highly informed and informative. It was the first time I had met him as well,
and his presentation and verve reminded me of his uncle (Stanton Friedman).
Paul Kimball spoke about Men in Black
Paul's ever-present, invisible friend Zorgrot was at the conference too. I saw nothing.
This time, dinner was early enough that we could go to a
different restaurant, where the menu was… seafood. I went for a long walk on the trail that evening.
Sunday was the last day of the conference. Graham Simms
was first up, speaking about various aquatic mysteries. He was quite nervous,
and we offered him much encouragement as he continues to be more active in
ufology. This was followed by a panel of the speakers, fielding questions from
One person wanted to know why there were no women
presenters. This is a perennial question in ufology, as most “experts” speaking
at conferences are “old white guys” like me. It’s a bit of a Catch-22, as no
women ufologists have taken it upon themselves to study the Shag Harbour UFO
case in detail. I would endorse someone new taking up the mantle, and I
encouraged the woman asking the question to study the subject anew so that she
could perhaps speak about her research next time. There are many female
ufologists in the field today, and I offered a list to the conference organizers
that included Chase Kloetzke, Linda Howe, Ashley Kircher, and many others.
After the Q&A, there was a special “experiencer
circle,” where witnesses and those with close encounters could speak in a
closed session that was safe and non-threatening. Most of the presenters chose
to leave at that point so as to give the experiencers their private time.
This gave us time to get ready for the conference windup.
Earlier, Dickie had arrived at the venue with a trunkful of live lobster he had
caught that morning, promising us a lobster boil on the beach that night.
Graham drove us into the actual town of Shag Harbour, some distance away, where
we visited the UFO Museum and the oceanside park where the 1967 event was
It was a great feast. Dickie and his friends cooked and
served, while Graham noodled on his guitar. I can assure you there ain’t
nothing better than fresh Nova Scotia lobster, even if all you have to open it up
is a fork and knife.
When it got dark, Dickie had arranged for a coast guard
vessel to sail back and forth in the channel, at about the distance the 1967
object had been seen. They sent off some flares, too, to further illustrate
what the night must have been like 51 years ago.
Coast Guard ship at dusk, with Venus shining brightly overhead.
I had brought along some star maps that I passed around
to the crowd on the shore, allowing easy navigation to the five planets visible
The whole experience during the weekend made me realize
that the Shag harbour UFO Conference is a “boutique event,” designed for only
the most ardent fans and those interested in a detailed examination of one
specific case. No “alien consciousness” or “secret space force” here. There are
few accommodations, too, so it was by design a small and intimate venue, giving
attendees very good access to some of the best researchers in the field.
And yes, not only was there "Shag Schwag," but some attendees were doing UFO cosplay.
Special thanks again to Linda Rafuse and her conference
crew. I understand they may wait a few years before trying it again. But if you
have a chance, make a point of attending. You won’t regret it.
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