Shag Harbour: The Crash Canada Filed Away and Never Explained
The village of Shag Harbour keeps early hours. On the southern tip of Nova Scotia, where the land frays into a scatter of islands and the cold water of the Gulf of Maine begins, the fishing boats are tied up by dark and the houses along Highway 3 fall quiet. So when a cluster of lights came down out of the sky at about twenty minutes past eleven on the night of October 4, 1967, there were not many people awake to see it. There were enough. At least eleven, by the count that survives in the record, watched the same thing at more or less the same moment: a low object, glowing a steady yellow-orange, moving slowly and deliberately, descending toward the black water of the harbour.
One of them was a young man named Laurie Wickens, driving through the village on the highway with four friends. They watched the object descend and keep losing height until it seemed to strike the surface of the sea somewhere off the coast. Wickens drove straight to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police detachment at Barrington Passage and reported that a large airplane, or a small airliner, had just crashed into the water off Shag Harbour. He believed, as he spoke, that people were dying in the sea.
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