Location: Daisy Hill, Queensland
Date June 1998
After a couple of recent reports from the Redland Bay area of South East Queensland, I decided to research an easily accessible forest close to where the sightings occurred. At this time, there were reports that 1/3 of the Koala population had suddenly vanished from this location, which was widely debated on the News.
As I drove into the area I was immediately surrounded by what I considered, familiar signs.
The first thought that came to me was that I have not seen such broken up bush land since Researching areas of the Blue Mountains over the previous two years. I was surrounded by literally hundreds of snapped trees in every direction, ranging from small trees to 4-5” thick. Trees had been up rooted and there were what looked like wood stack markers as far as the eye can see. The ground between the trees was extremely well trodden.
While examining many of the markers, I discovered a make shift shelter made of stacked branches and leaves, this is unusual and still has me in two minds. I then discovered a Tee-Pee style wood stack, similar to what we have found many times before in differing active areas. Besides the wood stack was a large amount of Scat, almost Human looking. It was placed in a specimen bag and put in the car.
Almost every tree that could be broken, was. All snapped at around 6’ high. There were many stacks of wood placed on branches of other trees and logs and also leaning against trees. All the spare wood in the forest was put to use.
As I walked a good way along the track into the forest, I suddenly heard the sound of two feet abruptly stopping about 30 Metres to my right and on the high side of the track. I saw in an opening below the shrubs, two dark patches that resembled thick dark brown legs from the shins down.
That area was very thick and I knew that the sound wasn’t as heavy compared to the footsteps of the 7’ variety that we had been accustom to. I considered the possibility that it may have been a Kangaroo, I decided to walk on, curious to see if it followed.
Sure enough, parting of the bushes and something pushing its way through, continued to follow me at a 45-degree angle on my right. I reached a T intersection of the dirt track and turned left, away from the noise. It then crossed the track to my left and continued pushing its way through at a 45 degree angle.
It seemed to be moving with deliberate action. When I stopped, it also stopped.
The second last plan was to now turn back and see if it would also change direction and continue to followed me - sure enough it did. Now all my senses were alert. Bipedal, 45 degrees and then the 180 degree change in direction. I was most certainly being followed.
I went back to the T section and listened.
I could hear gentle placement of feet and parting of foliage slowly coming towards me and then it stopped.
The last plan was to whistle a tune (predominately to annoy it). After 30 seconds of gentle whistling, it again began it’s approach. The placement of feet was obvious, then all the branches and leaves started to be pushed aside, it then became faster towards me as it came closer. Faster and faster, footsteps, branches, leaves and faster again, it was coming at me. It was now running in a direct path.
I back peddled quickly and grasped a small log for defense, then double-timed it in reverse back down the track towards the car. I came to a semi clearing and the pursuer stopped just at the edge of the clearing. Deja Vu of the 1997 aggressive Yowie from nearby Ormeau set in, as the chills ran up and down my entire body and all the hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention. I was quite amazed.
I phoned Phil and explained the incident. Ash and Warren packed their car for a night stakeout. They arrived at 5pm.
We did a reconn in the last minutes of daylight and reviewed all the markers, signs and strange devastation. Ash started a fire as myself and Warren walked the tracks in the darkness. Earlier, when we were all scouting around we heard some branches break on the high side of the track, but it was hard to know with the bush so alive with Kangaroo’s, koalas and other small animals.
As the night went on we had many false alarms due to so many noises out there. Conflicting noises made it hard to pinpoint any obvious Hominid type activity. Warren destroyed a Tee-Pee Style marker and changed a few others.
Early the next morning I arrived back to our campsite to find two more markers besides where we had sat! I followed the track back to where Warren had left a couple of AYR calling cards, to find another large amount of deification exactly the same as what I’d found the day before.
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