One of my articles was linked from Cryptomundo a while back and a comment was posted in which a veteran Nessie hunter called Barry from the 1960s recounted an experience he and a friend had back almost 50 years ago. I reproduce it with his permnission for your interest.
In the early sixties I myself was involved with a privately [self
funded] investigation which involved a total of three trips per year to
this famed locale. These trips covered a span of five years or so, and
over this period my colleague and I experienced quite a few inexplicable
sightings of something that was “not quite the norm”. We saw “humps” at
a distance [not standing waves] disturbances in the water for no reason
what-so-ever, but nothing really tangible to photograph.
I think now the year was 1964, we had been pursuing this legend since
1961 after the release of Tim Dinsdale’s book. This specific day was
unforgettable to say the least. We started to set up our equipment on
the lawn at the Foyers Hotel. I was patiently setting up a Russian
1000mm telephoto lens with camera attached onto a sturdy tripod,
meanwhile my associate was busy scanning the bay below through powerful
Binoculars. All of a sudden the silence was broken. He yelled for me to
come and see what he had in his field of view. I could not leave what I
was doing, as the lens which was a very big and expensive item needed
careful handling. He sounded agitated, so I set the unit onto the grass
and dashed to the edge of the lawn expecting to see some kind of
prehistoric denizen cavorting in the bay below.
I “glassed” the bay carefully following his instructions as to
location, but all I saw was the head of “something” [not recognizable]
just above the surface, that was moving across the bay at a steady clip.
I went back for the lens and attached it to the tripod in record time,
then returned. The head was now fully submerged with no sign of any
disturbance in the water, — it never to came back up. Disappointment is
not an apt description for what I felt, and yet my colleague was still
in a state of high euphoria.
Once things had settled down and he had “taken stock” of the
situation I questioned him on just what he had seen. Now these are his
exact words [or close to them] “What I saw lying just submerged, was
what looked like a gigantic Turtle without the shell”, — “It also looked
like it was “flattened out” and seemed extremely wide”. He also noted
that it had four appendages of which he could just about make out. In
length he thought it would have been 25 feet plus in length, size is a
hard thing to estimate in the heat of the moment, with only a little
more than a fleeting glimpse.
This mans word I could take to the bank. He was not one for
imaginary flights of fancy. At the time he was in his early seventies
and resided in Birmingham dealing in rare books.
So you see GB, the Turtle theory may not be far from the truth. In
1967 I left the UK to reside in Canada. I’m now living in British
Columbia still searching for those elusive cryptids.