He hadn’t been struck by lightning.  He hadn’t run across a still.  There was no indication that he’d surprised a gang of illegal turtle butcherers, smugglers, or bootleggers.  There was no indication of marsh gas or swamp fire.  The mysterious blue lights in the area turned out to be a farmer arc-welding at night.  The other flying saucers were the landing lights of airplanes landing at a nearby airport.

To be very honest, we were trying to prove that this was a hoax, but were having absolutely no success.  Every new lead we dug up pointed to the same thing, a true story.

We finished our work on a Friday night and planned to leave early Saturday morning.  Bob Olsson and I planned to fly back on a commercial airliner, as the B-25 was grounded for maintenance.  Just after dinner that night I got a call from the sheriff’s office.  It was from a deputy I had talked to, not the one who met the scoutmaster coming out of the woods, but another one, who had been very interested in the incident.  He had been doing a little independent checking and found that our singed UFO observer’s background was not as clean as he led one to believe.  He had been booted out of the Marines after a few months for being AWOL and stealing an automobile, and had spent some time in a federal reformatory in Chillicothe, Ohio.  The deputy pointed out that this fact alone meant nothing but that he thought I might be interested in it.  I agreed.

The next morning, early, I was awakened by a phone call from the intelligence officer.  The morning paper carried the UFO story on the front page.  It quoted the scoutmaster as saying that “high brass” from Washington had questioned him late into the night.  There was no “high brass,” just four captains, a second lieutenant, and a sergeant.  He knew we were from Dayton because we had discussed who we were and where we were stationed.  The newspaper story went on to say that “he, the scoutmaster, and the Air Force knew what he’d seen but he couldn’t tell—­it would create a national panic.”  He’d also hired a press agent.  I could understand the “high brass from the Pentagon” as literary license by the press, but this “national panic” pitch was too much.  I had just about decided to give up on this incident and write it off as “Unknown” until this happened.  From all appearances, our scoutmaster was going to make a fast buck on his experience.  Just before leaving for Dayton, I called Major Dewey Fournet in the Pentagon and asked him to do some checking.

Monday morning the machete went to the materials lab at Wright-Patterson.  The question we asked was, “Is there anything unusual about this machete?  Is it magnetized?  Is it radioactive?  Has it been heated?” No knife was ever tested so thoroughly for so many things.  As in using a Geiger counter to check the area over which the UFO had hovered in the Florida woods, our idea was to investigate every possible aspect of the sighting.  They found nothing, just a plain, unmagnetized, unradioactive, unheated, common, everyday knife.