Why believe a six-year-old child who described a huge flying creature unlike any bird or bat? Patty Carson was only about six when she observed, in about 1965, a long-tailed “flying dinosaur” at the Guantanamo Bay U.S. military station in Cuba. Her father, the military commander, did not believe her. She eventually stopped talking about that frightening experience. But in April of 2011, she began talking about it again, for she was no longer alone.
Patty Carson, just weeks ago, learned that she was not alone in seeing a large long-tailed pterosaur at Guantanamo. She learned about the sighting Eskin Kuhn had about six years after her sighting. She got in touch with the cryptozoologist Jonathan Whitcomb, who interviewed her by phone early this month.
Ms Carson is a registered nurse, with nothing to gain by trying to pull off a hoax. If she had been making a joke when she was a child in 1965, why would she now, as a professional nurse in 2011, repeat such a joke? Nobody is laughing. I believe that she saw what she says that she saw: basically the same flying creature that the U.S. Marine Eskin Kuhn saw in 1971, also at Guantanamo.
The Gitmo (Guantanamo Bay military base) had modern Rhamphorhynchoid pterosaurs, at least a few decades ago, so the Caribbean may still host such a “flying dinosaur.” I use that non-technical phrase in this post, for those flying creatures, because Patty Carson probably used that phrase or one like it when she told her father, the base commander, about her terrifying experience in 1965, when she and her younger brother saw it.
“[It was] about thirty feet away. All of us froze for about five seconds, then it leaned to its left and took off with a fwap fwap fwap sound . . .”
The teeth were small but clearly visible . . . About those teeth, Patty said that there were “a LOT of them.”
They [the two children] ran home and told the grownups that they had seen a dinosaur that had flown away. They “started to tell me it was a pelican or frigate bird. NO WAY! It was as tall as a man when it stood up on it haunches.”
We lived at the end of the road, last house, by the radio tower. We were walking from the boat yards toward home, but still closer to the boat yards, to where it was sandy underfoot, sparse scrub vegetation around four feet tall . . . There were some stagnant pools here and there, a few inches deep . . . We were walking through that scrub area, and suddenly it sat up, as if it had been eating something or resting. The head and upper part of its body, about a third of the wings at the joint (tips still held down) showed.