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Walter Titus was the master of the Quadra Isle, a herring seiner and part of a fleet of some fourteen or fifteen vessels plying the waters to the northeast of Digby Neck, Nova Scotia. The neck is a long thin finger of land, stretching out about thirty-four miles into the bay. On the night in question the fishing fleet was strung out along the Digby Neck like a necklace of lights, chasing the herring up the Bay of Fundy. At night from the air or the water these fleets are a sight to behold. The very nature of their operation depends on many high-wattage floodlights that light up the area like a small city. It might have been this spectacle of lights, shining so late into the night, that attracted the attention of a visitor of a kind the one hundred and fifty fishermen had never seen before. Walter Titus first noticed something was wrong when his crew stopped what they were doing and started watching something in the sky to the southeast. Before he could shout to them to get back to work, his own attention was arrested by the antics of a brilliant white light in the sky. He immediately discounted the sight as anything of a normal nature. Like his crew he was fascinated by what was happening in the sky. The night sky was perfect for viewing, clear but with no moon and festooned with stars. The light he was watching was about the size of the moon and proceeded to give off three brilliant yellow lights that formed a a triangle around the larger light. The lights slid effortlessly across the sky, then back again at great speed. Walter picked up the microphone on his marine band radio to call one of the other vessels close by and ask if they were seeing these things, then noticed that the radio was alive with excited talk about the objects in the sky. It became evident to the skipper that the whole fleet had stopped to watch the sky, and little work was being done. Down on the deck Walter's son Bradford remembers seeing the objects far to the south, diving toward the water. Apparently some of those aboard the fishing boats felt threatened by the lights. The Lent family, including Mr. and Mrs. Lent and their three sons, ages thirteen to nineteen, were watching this show of UFOs from the shore with a few of their friends, using 7 x 50 binoculars, while listening in on the marine radio. Their next door neighbor, Albert Welch, was also watching with another pair of binoculars. One of the boats just off the coast of the island feared being crashed into, the Lents reported, and they overheard the fishermen say that the objects had four lights, each on some sort of an extension, each one flashing on and off. Aboard the Quadra Isle the skipper heard an old friend of his, owner of his own boat, talking on the marine radio. The friend's name was Burton Small and his vessel was part of the armada of fishing vessels off Digby Neck that night. He was listening to his marine radio, and when he heard all the UFO talk, he went outside on the bridge of his boat with a pair of powerful binoculars that he had been issued during the Second World War. It was not long before he spotted the source of all of the excitement. On the Quadra Isle Walter Titus heard Burton Small say to anyone listening on the marine band, "I wish you boys could see what I can make out with my binoculars." But he never explained exactly what it was that he saw. Walter always intended to ask Burton what he meant by that statement, but he 1s never got around to it. After observing the aerial display for about five or six minutes, Walter watched the lights depart to the