During the early colonial era, Australia's Aborigines often warned British settlers to beware of huge, ape-like creatures that lurked in the rugged mountains and deep forests of the island continent. Their people, they said, had been encountering the hairy horrors since time immemorial. They knew them by many names, including doolagarl, thoolagarl, jurrawarra, and tjangara. Soon the colonists, too, began to experience hair-raising encounters with the hulking, foul-smelling creatures, which they referred to as "Australian apes," "yahoos" or "youries." Today, they are generally referred to as yowies. The list of modern-day eyewitnesses includes zoologists, rangers, surveyors and members of the elite Special Air Service Regiment. This book chronicles the yowie saga from the pre-colonial era to the present day. It contains over 300 carefully documented eyewitness reports and a vast amount of other data, much of which suggests that the damnably elusive creatures really do exist. The authors also critically examine the many theories that have been put forward to explain - or explain away - Australia's most baffling zoological mystery. PAUL CROPPER became fascinated by the yowie mystery in 1976, when he uncovered several long- forgotten eyewitness reports in colonial-era newspapers. Although then only 14 years old, he began visiting the Blue Mountains, to the west of his home in Sydney, searching for proof of the creatures' existence. Canberra-based TONY HEALY, who had already become intrigued by the bigfoot/sasquatch phenomenon while working in Canada in 1969, also became involved in yowie research in the mid-1970s. Since 1981 they have collaborated on many projects, notably in co-authoring Out of the Shadows: Mystery Animals of Australia, which contained a lengthy chapter about the elusive yowie. Over the past 30 years they have searched for lake monsters, hairy giants, out-of-place big cats and other semi-legendary animals in Fiji, North America, the Bahamas, Iceland, Ireland, Great Britain, Nepal, Malaysia and in every state and territory of Australia."
This story touches upon the matter of the Yowie, a beast-like creature, which is said to roam the forests and bush of Australia. In this story a farmer is interviewed, who claims to have encountered various Yowies multiple times. Please review this book, if you liked it!
Hannah befriends a lonely Yowie and encourages him to search for his family. On a journey to the Blue Mountains she has an eerie experience at a haunted billabong, makes friends with a Bilby and encounters the infamous black panthers. Will Howie discover other Yowies living in the Blue Mountains?
"This book is about the people I met as I crisscrossed Australia by train and plane and L-plated car: the undefeated dreamers and wild-hearted romantics, the obsessed hobbyists and beautiful failures. It is about heroes and legends, illusions, delusions and hope, and one or two men with shit for brains who ought to be locked up." As anyone who's ever read Mark Dapin's column and features in Good Weekend knows, he's an immensely funny, acute and vivid observer of Australian life. In Strange Country, he takes us on a journey through a very different Australia - a country that's eccentric, puzzling, big-hearted, small-minded, nostalgic and sometimes just plain mad. From the last travelling boxing tent to feral urban sewer rats to Vietnam Veteran bikies and the annual Parkes Elvis Festival, his writing illuminates the stranger side of Australian life in a travel book like no other.
We had been having a relaxing picnic in the shady glade beside the beautiful waterfall in the ranges, and the children were off playing games amongst the nearby wild flowers. I was contentedly lying back with my eyes shut, when Midnight, my Percheron draught horse began to snort and become restless. As there was no grass for the horses to browse on, we had secured them by their halter ropes to some trees nearby and within sight of us. I was instantly alert, and sitting up saw Midnight standing with his head held high snorting in alarm. His long, thick tail was stiff and held high, which was a sure sign that he had seen or sensed something, a threat of some kind. By now the other two horses were snorting and pulling back on their halter ropes. I quickly sat up and reached across for my gun as there were packs of feral dogs and dingoes up in this rainforest wilderness, and knew from past experiences that they were partial to horse flesh, when and if the opportunity presented itself. A small child would also be a good sized feed for these carnivores and I suddenly remembered that the children were playing near the edge of the dense forest and were possibly being stalked. I quickly called out to them to return to me. They popped up from amongst the tall flower heads like a couple of garden fairies and came over to me with quizzical expressions, obviously wondering if they had done something wrong and were in trouble. As soon as they saw the gun in my hands and the look on my face their expressions changed to one of alarm. To ease their fears I said quietly, “It’s okay, nothing to worry about. Something has made the horses jittery. Sit down on the blanket and stay put while I scout the area. We all know horses are prone to start and jump at unfamiliar shadows.” I slowly walked over to the restless Percheron, looking in the direction he was staring so fixedly, but could see nothing of concern. I made sure I kept the horses between me and whatever it was out there, so I could see what it was before it disappeared back into the undergrowth. Something sure had Midnight spooked, and as I approached I started talking softly to him, just to let him know I was coming up behind him. In the state he was in now, he could get a fright and kick out before realising it was only me. I knew my way around horses, and knew their bad habits, sometimes more than I knew about people. I made sure his ears pricked and had turned to face me before stepping into range of his massive hooves. Knowing that he knew I was just behind him I confidently put my hand on his rump and stroked him as I walked towards his head. I tried to calm him with soft words and calm assurance. “Easy now Midnight, easy now boy. What’s upsetting you old fella? Something lurking in the bushes you’re not happy about?” As I rubbed the side of his neck affectionately, I stood by his head looking out into the shadows to see what he could see. I could perceive no threat, no packs of feral dogs or dingoes. Suddenly I saw movement, a mere flicker on the periphery of my vision then gone. ‘Maybe just a leaf fluttering,’ I thought to myself. My eyes refocused on the area and I tried to make sense of what I was seeing standing in the deeper shadows. Whatever it was out there must have suddenly realised I had seen it, for I heard a grunt of sound and the bushes suddenly shimmered and rustled as if something big had brushed the branches to one side. I then thought I heard the faint sound of feet running and then nothing. But it could have just been the wind in the trees or the sounds of the burbling creek. This was the second time we had been on a picnic recently and something had stalked us. I was suddenly determined to find out who or what it was, and with a quick glance back at the children I nodded my head reassuringly at them, and set off after the creature or persons unknown. I was used to the bush and enjoyed hunting wild game, as it allowed me to become one with nature, moving slowly and stealthfully, with all my senses heightened and highly alert. Once I entered the shadowy bushes I took a deep slow breath, then re-centred my energies and focus. I felt the energy of all things wrap its embrace about me, and the sensation always empowered me and opened my eyes in total awareness. I breathed out slowly, then set off following the signs of something big having pushed its way through the undergrowth. The first sign was a bent twig with the sap flowing freely, so I knew it was fresh. The next sign was a scuffed area of muddy ground. Even as I looked down I saw one edge of it crumble down within itself. Once I was assured of the direction, I increased my pace. I had gone several hundred yards when I saw something that belied my senses. There was a small clearing up ahead where the undergrowth became sparse under a massive strangler fig, and I was just in time to see the back of something hairy disappear into the foliage on the far side. It looked more human than animal, for it was running upright on two legs and had the shape of a person. But what made me disbelieve what I was seeing, was the creature was over eight feet tall and covered from head to foot in mottled dark hair or fur, which blended with the shadows perfectly. I increased my pace until I was running headlong. As I entered the bushes on the far side of the little clearing I suddenly skidded to a halt in bewilderment. Standing fifty feet away in another small clearing, lit with smoky beams of sunlight from our campfire, was the person or creature I was chasing. I was so stunned I forgot about the gun in my hands and stood staring transfixed for the beat of four heartbeats. I simply could not believe what I was seeing. The creature was definitely human, as the eyes that stared fixedly across at me would haunt me for months to come. There was acute intelligence in them, and I could have sworn I saw a flash of anger glint in those dark brown eyes. ‘Was it angry that I was chasing it?’ I thought to myself. In the blink of an eye the apparition turned and was gone. I was so shocked I stood rooted to the spot with my mouth hanging open in disbelief, my eyes wide, too stunned to even consider setting off in pursuit. Had I just seen the fur-covered mythical Yowie who was supposed to inhabit the wild mountains and impenetrable rainforest jungle? That is, if the hundreds of sightings over the decades about the creature were true, or even half true.
SHORTLISTED: CBCA 2020 Eva Pownall Award for Information Books 'He was surprised to observe a hairy human form, about seven feet in height, walking in the bush.' Queanbeyan Age, 24 August 1886 Throughout the first century or so of Australian settlement by Europeans, the pages of colonial newspapers were haunted by reports of a bewildering phenomenon: the mysterious yahoo or hairy man ... But what was it? Yahoo Creek breathes life into this little-known piece of Australian history - which, by many accounts, is a history still in the making. 'These stories are not my stories or your stories, they're our stories.' Peter Williams, Ngiyampaa Elder
Let the magic of a Dreamtime legend take you back to a more innocent time in history. Buckley the Yowie is immortal, loveable, and magical, but is misjudged and feared by the First Australians. A chance meeting with an escaped convict sets Buckley on a journey of discovery, and love, for his first ever companion, his new found family, and his soon to be home town of Kilcoy, in Queensland's Outback. This first edition, in a series of stories, celebrates this noble character of the Australian Outback who will soon become famous for his innocence, knowledge and wisdom. Buckley's first adventure is packed with great moments and characters, including the building of an outback town, and the sadness and pride brought by the Great War. A must-have for anyone who has ever imagined sitting under the stars listening to stories from true history and legend.
This 96-page book presents 44 legendary monsters from around the world that are as different as they are scary. Each section includes cool monster facts, a slice of fiction to set the stage, and detailed illustrations that bring each frightening fiend to life. Whether reading about movie monsters (Godzilla and Dracula), mythical monsters (Cyclops and Kraken), or modern monsters (Bigfoot and the bogeyman), readers will be fully prepared for a monster encounter of any kind!
Considering the composition classroom as a mad scientist’s laboratory, The Mad Scientist’s Guide to Composition introduces different kinds of writing as experiments. Writing an essay is a task that can strike fear into a student’s heart, but performing an experiment licenses creativity and doesn’t presume that one knows the outcome from the start. The Mad Scientist’s Guide covers the kinds of writing most often required on college campuses, while also addressing important steps and activities frequently overlooked in composition guides, such as revision and peer reviewing. Actual examples of student writing are included throughout, as are helpful reminders and tips to help students polish their skills. Above all, the Mad Scientist’s Guide seeks to make writing fun.
