Evening. I appreciate you taking my call. Been meaning to do this for a long time now, and that's the thing, I suppose I finally worked up the nerve. Name's Angus, calling from Inverness. Retired now, but I spent thirty-two years with the Northern Police Force, made it all the way to superintendent before I hung it up. I mention that because I want you to understand something. I'm not the sort of man who sees things that aren't there. I've spent my whole career separating fact from fiction, interviewing witnesses, determining what's credible and what isn't. I know what I saw. This happened in June of 1965. Almost to the very day, actually, mid-summer. I was on the south shore of Loch Ness with a friend of mine, Willie Fraser. We were fishing for brown trout, which is what we did most weekends back then. Beautiful day. The kind where the loch looks like glass, you know? We'd positioned ourselves looking almost directly into Urquhart Bay. I remember I'd been fighting with my wife about something that morning. Can't even remember what it was now. Funny how that works. So there I am, casting my line, not thinking about much of anything, when I see something break the surface of the water. Just a glance at first. I looked there, saw it, and then it was gone. Disappeared. I figured maybe I'd imagined it, or it was a fish jumping. Kept fishing, kept one eye on that spot.
Then it surfaced again. And this time, I got a proper look at it. It was a large, black object. Whale-like, is the best way I can describe it. like curved shape is consistently described - Oscar' It came up from the water in this curved shape, almost like an infinity symbol rising up and then rounding off to a block end. Then it submerged again. I'm standing there, rod in hand, completely frozen. A matter of seconds later, it reappears.[ But here's the thing that made my blood run cold. The block end, which had been on my right side, was now on my left. While it was under the water, the thing had rotated. It had turned itself around. That's when I knew this wasn't debris. This wasn't a log. This was something alive, something that was moving with purpose. The predominant wind that day was coming from the south-west, and the object, whatever it was, appeared to be drifting with it. Drifting easy, like it wasn't in any hurry. I called out to Willie. Shouted his name. He came running up the bank to join me, and I pointed out across the bay. We both stood there watching it. And that's the thing, it wasn't moving away from us. It was drifting toward us. Closer and closer it came. At its nearest point, I'd estimate it was about 250 to 300 yards out. Close enough that I could see the texture of it, the way the water moved around it. The color was this deep black, darker than the water itself. The size of it, I couldn't tell you exactly, but it was substantial. Bigger than any fish I'd ever seen.
Willie and I just stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity. Neither of us said a word. What do you even say? We watched it drift across our field of vision, that black curved shape rising and falling slightly with the gentle movement of the water. At one point it submerged completely, and I thought that was it, that was the end of it. But then it came back up again, maybe fifty yards further along. Still drifting. Still turning. I should mention that Willie, he'd had his own sighting almost exactly a year before.Different part of the loch, different circumstances, but he'd seen something too. Never talked about it much, but when I called him over that day, there was this look in his eyes. Recognition, I suppose you'd call it. He didn't need me to explain what we were looking at. Eventually it submerged for the final time. We waited, must have been twenty minutes or more, but it didn't come back up. The surface of the loch went still again, like nothing had happened. Willie looked at me, and I looked at him, and we packed up our gear and drove home. Didn't catch a single fish that day, if you can believe it. Didn't much care. I know what people think about Loch Ness. I know the stories, the hoaxes, the surgeon's photograph that turned out to be a toy submarine. I've read all of it. Spent years reading about it after what I saw. And I understand why people are skeptical. If I hadn't seen it myself, I'd be skeptical too.
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