Canada's Most Documented UFO Case | Falcon Lake

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Not much can rattle a man who lives through that. Sure, the object was weird, but it wasn't scary, it was inconvenient. After a half hour of hiding, Steffan wanted to get back to hunting rocks. We are using the word hunt way too liberally these days. House hunt, rock hunt, Helen hunt. Who is the danger? Well, Twister was pretty dangerous. It put a chaos. Hey, hey, hey, you know the scariest hunt of all? What? Mike. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh. 90 miles east of Winnipeg is the White Shell, a stretch of Canadian wilderness about the size of Rhode Island. And in 1967, it was silver country. Steffan knew that country well. He found white quartz running through the rock. And where there's quartz, there's silver. He was an industrial mechanic by trade, but his real passion was silver. So in weekends, he hiked the woods with a hammered chisel looking for treasure. On Friday, May 19th, he traveled to Falcon Lake and checked into a motel. The next morning, he found a vein of quartz and went to work. The woods were quiet, except for the sound of tapping metal. But at 1215, the geese went crazy. A whole flock flew up off the water at once. Steffan looked up to see what spooked them. Two objects came down out of the sky, glowing red shaped like cigars. As they dropped lower, they flattened into discs. One of the objects stopped. It hovered over the trees for a few seconds, then it shot back up into the sky and was gone. The other object kept coming. Straight down and slowly settled onto a clearing about 160 feet away. The red glow faded to orange, then to gray like stainless steel. The metal does this. Steel comes out of a forge, glowing red, and as it cools, it runs through orange on its way back to gray. So whatever just landed on that rock was very, very hot. Steffan stayed hidden behind a rock and just waited. And waited. Nothing happened. So he grabbed a pad and pencil and sketched the thing like it was a broken engine he'd been called into fix. He got down the shape, the color, the way the air around it bent and shimmered with heat. For half hour, he drew. Then a door slid open on the side of the craft and light poured out. A color that doesn't even exist on earth. This message is sponsored by Greenlight. Teaching kids about money is one of those parenting things that sound simple, until you actually have to do it. Because money isn't something kids can really learn in theory. They need practice. Greenlight is a debit card and money app built for families. Parents can send money quickly, see how their kids spend and save, get real-time notifications, and set flexible spending controls. Kids get real-world experience managing money, while parents can guide them before little mistakes become big lessons. And honestly, timing matters. Kids are earning and handling money younger than ever. 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It was hard to describe, not quite blue and not quite purple, somewhere in between. And it was bright, brighter than the daylight around it. Stefan was done hiding. He had to get a closer look. The first thing he noticed was it didn't have legs or wheels. It just balanced there on the bare rock like it weighed nothing. He couldn't see an engine, but the object hummed, a low frequency hum that he felt more than heard. There were no markings on the object, no flag, no insignia of any kind. And it didn't look like an aircraft at all, completely round with no wings, no rudder, no cockpit, at least none that he could see. The metal was polished, so bright and clean, he could see his reflection. What he couldn't see was how the thing was built. There were no seams or rivets, no weld lines. That bothered him more than the lights. He spent his whole life working metal. This was the best metal work he'd ever seen. The walls looked about a foot and a half thick, but they weren't solid. The metal was worked in a hollow grid pattern. It looked like a steel honeycomb. When Stefan reached the door, the light was blinding, but he had protection. Not that kind of protection. he put his welding goggles on, he brought them to protect his eyes from chipping metal but they also had a tinted visor. With his shades on he leaned in through the doorway. Inside he saw a wall of lights. Beams ran in horizontal and diagonal patterns. Banks of different color lights blinked in sequences that never repeated. He looked for a button or a switch or anything familiar but he found nothing. And no pilot seat, no controls. The room was empty just the lights in that low hump. Then the smell hit him. So for Ozone, burning electronics. This was the first time Stefan was afraid. Not of the object of the air he might be breathing. It was time to go. Then from somewhere inside the craft he heard something familiar. Voices. The voices sounded human. There were two of them. One pitched higher than the other. Muffled the way conversation sound through a closed door. He couldn't make out the words but voices meant a crew and a crew meant somebody built this thing. Stefan was pretty sure he knew who and it wasn't aliens. He knew about UFOs from sci-fi magazines but he didn't think this was a spaceship. He figured it was something classified. An experimental aircraft from the US Air Force. The US and the Soviets were in the middle of a race for space and both wanted to land on the moon first. Anyway when something weird falls out of the sky, your first thought is the Americans are up to something. But it was almost an hour since the craft came down. Maybe there was a mechanical failure. Maybe someone was hurt. So he called out to see if they needed any help. He yelled okay Yankee boys having trouble? No reply. Maybe they weren't American. He called out again this time in Russian. Then German, Italian, French, Ukrainian, then back to English one more time. A lifetime of war and exile gave him six ways to say the same thing. I can help. Hey, hey, hey, hey, I don't know how many Germans it takes to change a light bulb. Uh, nine. What? No. That's what I said. I said nine. Exactly. No. Nine Germans. Are you messing with me, human? Yeah, well never mind how many Germans does it take to change a light bulb? Zero. It was engineer probably the first time and does not require changing. So I was right. Nine. Uh, one of us is having a stroke right now, but I can't tell which one of us. After Stefan ran through his languages, the voices stopped and then the thing came alive. A wine started up like an engine and got louder. And the heat came back. Stefan felt like he was in an oven. He still had his heavy welding gloves on, so he reached out to see how hot it really was. And that was a mistake. When his fingers touched the metal, he felt the gloves go soft. He heard a sizzle as the rubber melted onto his fingers. The door snapped shut. The craft started to rotate. And as it turned, Stefan saw a panel, a grid, a small vent, maybe nine inches by six, drilled full of tiny round holes in neat rows. Then the blast. Hot gas shot out of the grid and hit him square in the chest. Then he realized he was on fire. He tore off his shirt and stamped out the flames. And when he looked up, the craft was already off the rock. It rose without a sound. A minute ago, the thing was loud as hell and now it was dead silent. He felt a rush of air as it climbed and then it was gone. Stefan was alone in the clearing. His chest was scorched raw. He had a splitting headache. Then he felt his stomach turn over. He dropped to his knees and threw up. He got up and started walking. The burns on his chest started to swell into a pattern. He vomited his way out of the forest. He walked, stopped, wretched and walked again. And the headache came in waves. When he finally made it to the highway, he flagged down a police officer. 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Stefan was sure he was radioactive. He couldn't keep food down. He weighed 180 pounds on the morning of the encounter. And one week later he weighed 158. 22 pounds gone in 7 days. And he kept fainting. He had headaches and blackouts with huge gaps in his memory. His doctor found a reddish-raised swars across his upper stomach and cinched hair at his hairline. The pattern on his skin matched the grid on the vent. The undershirt he wore that day had charred holes in the same spots in the same pattern. And Stefan's blood was affected. His lymphocyte count dropped far below normal. lymphocytes are a kind of white blood cell, a part of your immune system. Doctors knew a drop like that could come from radiation. A radiologist in the United States said this was typical of whole body radiation exposure. He put the dose at between 100 and 200 regents. A wrench is a measure of radiation and at 400 you usually die. The radiologist wrote that the exposure must have lasted only seconds. Any longer and it would have killed it. And the burns kept coming back. The healed and returned healed again and then came back again. Doctors tried medication after medication but nothing worked. Over the months they learned the sores returned every 112 days, right on schedule. More than a dozen doctors examined him in Canada and the United States. And now one of them knew what was wrong. Stefan paid his own way to the male clinic in Minnesota, one of the best hospitals on Earth. They ran every test they had and they came up empty too. But they ruled one thing out and it matters. The Mayo Psychiatric Report said Stefan Maholic showed no delusion, no hallucination, no mental illness of any kind. Whatever happened to him, he was not making it up. And while doctors mapped his symptoms, the Royal Canadian Air Force ran into a problem of its own. Nobody can find the place where it happened. This episode is sponsored by BetterHelp. 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One investigator's whole job was to make it go away. Squadron leader Paul Biskey of the Royal Canadian Air Force. He didn't believe a word of the story. The saucer was nonsense, and the witness was a drunk who hallucinated the whole thing. And Biskey came to prove it. And Biskey had one lead. Stefan swore he didn't drink at Falcon Lake. But the motel bartender said he served him five or six beers the night before. So Stefan lied about drinking. Now Biskey needed to prove the man and couldn't say no to a drink. So he ran a test. He took Stefan back to the same bar and offered him a beer. Stefan said no. Biskey offered him a rye ginger. Stefan said yes. And he drank a few of those. And he loosened up. And out came the stories. That was all Biskey needed. He wrote up his report. Stefan threw himself a private party the night before and 10 hours later still drunk or hung over. He hallucinated a flying saucer. Biskey floated a second theory. Stefan got drunk and fell on a hot barbecue grill. His source was a woman who never came forward. She spent that weekend at Falcon Lake with a man who wasn't her husband. So she preferred to keep quiet. That was the case against Stefan Maholic, a bar tab, a cheating spouse, and a hunch. And that's not a federal case. I mean, that's a country so then on June 25th, the skeptics hit a wrinkle. Stefan found the site himself. He led the search party straight to it 50 yards from where the search teams had already looked. There it was. Everything was still there. The ring of dirt and pine needles around the rim. The investigators collected soil, rock and vegetation from the area, and the samples went to the RCMP crime lab in Ottawa. When the results came back, the tone of the file changed. There was radium 226 in the soil. That's the stuff that made old watch dials glow in the dark. There was so much radium, the lab called it a serious health hazard, and they recommended closing the whole area down. So Biskey's hunch fell apart. When he finally wrote his report, the Air Force's chief skeptic put three things on the record, he couldn't make go away. Stefan's illness, Stefan's burns, the circle and the rock. And he used one word for all three, unexplainable. But in a crack in that same rock, two inches under moss was some evidence, some very important evidence that everybody seemed to miss. One year later, almost to the day, Stefan Maholic went back to the rock. He worked along the landing circle and in a fissure under the moss, he found two bars of metal. The lab took them apart. One bar was 93% silver, the other 96, and both recovered in crush uranium. They were radioactive. Remember, this was the most searched patch of rock in Canada. Police, military, radiation officers, civilians, all of them combed that circle for a year and found nothing. Either the bars appeared sometime that year, or every search team in two countries walked right over them. Even Biskey, the man who first thought it was a hoax, had to admit this was strange. He sent a teletype to headquarters. Should this be a hoax, someone is going to considerable effort to perpetrate saying, while the labs worked, the government closed ranks. When Manitoba MP Edward Shryer raised Falcon Lake in the House of Commons, the speaker cut him off. And when parliament finally let one MP see the file, pages had already been pulled. They said full release would not be in the public interest. That silenced MP went on to become the governor general of Canada. The government's own representative once asked his government about Falcon Lake and his government refused to answer. Stefan didn't care what the craft was, he just wanted a diagnosis. Months after Mayo, he still had no results. And he carried the case the rest of his life. The burns came back for years. The scar stayed under his skin for decades. He died in 1999 at 83 and he never recanted, never ebellished, never changed a word. And in 2018, the same government that sealed his file put the Falcon Lake UFO incident on a coin, silver, of course. And it closed in the dark. Stefan Maholic walked into the white shell looking for silver. And 50 years later, his government minted his story in it. So that's Falcon Lake. A mechanic walked into the woods, came out burned and carried marks no doctor could explain. Great story, but did it really happen this way. We'll start with the famous burns. The neat grid of dots from the photos shows up in January 1968, eight months after the encounter. The doctor who saw him the day after described something else, irregular, blotchy, unevenly spaced burns. And when the grid finally did appear, a male psychiatrist called it obviously, "factitious." Fake, the burns were self-inflicted. Burning a game of connect for anti-abely every few months. Now that's how you commit to a bit. The radiation has an explanation too. The white shell is naturally rich in uranium. And the soil's radium could have come from a natural vein. The silver bars make the story worse. Their makeup matches commercial sterling, not raw silver, right down to the copper and cadmium that make up the alloy. And they were coated in foundry sand. They surfaced a full year later at a site dozens of people could reach. After the pros had searched it and found nothing, investigators are pretty sure that metal was placed there. Then the awkward details. A fire watch tower overlooked the area and the ranger on duties saw nothing. The leading skeptics of the day called Falcon Lake, a badly executed hoax. Case closed. Except for everything else. He really did lose 22 pounds in a week. That's almost impossible unless you're really sick. The burns were real. And no one ever disputed that. A doctor documented first-degree burns the day after. A charred undershirt that matched the wounds. You can still see the shirt. It's on display at the University of Manitoba. If he faked the grid in 1968, nobody ever explained the burns of 1967. Well, then follow the money. Well, you can't because there isn't any. Oh, he didn't write a book. Well, he wrote a booklet. Yes, always a book. Yeah, but the booklet lost money. It was something he gave to people for free. He gave it to them who wanted to hear his story. He was so sick of telling it. He would just give the booklet and say, "Read this." And the male clinic, he paid for that himself and that's not cheap. Biski, the man who wanted him to be a liar, called the whole case unexplainable. The Department of National Defense admitted it was unable to provide evidence which would dispute a Holocaust story. And then the Condo Committee, a US study built to close UFO cases. They filed Falcon Lake as unexplained. They even added a line you almost never see in an official report. If the encounter was real, it would show the existence of alien flying vehicles in our environment. If Falcon Lake was a hoax, a 51-year-old mechanic burned his own chest, starved off 22 pounds, fooled a dozen doctors and a male psychiatrist. Look, it was real. Something landed on that rock that we still can't name. The case is still unsolved. But here's the part that bothers me. Strip away the saucer and Falcon Lake is about a man who told the truth as he knew it, to the military, to doctors, to the government, and he got a doors slammed in his face every single time. The first human being he met after the worst hour of his life listened to a story, heard his story, and drove away. And that wasn't just a civilian. That was an RCMP officer trained and sworn to help people. He refused to help. Stefan never asked anyone to believe in flying saucers. He only asked people to believe him. And that's one of the hardest bravest things you can do. Tell the truth, no matter what it costs, and refuse to take it back. Most of us will never meet a man burn from a flying saucer, but all of us will meet somebody someday carrying a story that sounds impossible, and maybe they're wrong, maybe they're confused, maybe not, maybe they're on the highway like Stefan was asking you to stop. You don't have to believe the story, but you should try to believe the person standing in front of you hurt begging for help. And when that happens, you have only one option. You stop the car. Thank you so much for hanging out today. My name is AJ. That's Heiko Fish. This has been The White Files. If you had fun or learned something, I'd really appreciate if you could like, subscribe, comment, share, and that stuff really helps the fish. And like most topics we cover on the channel today is recommended by you. So there's a story you'd like to see or learn more about. Go to thewifiles.com/tips. Send a message on Discord, email us, catch us in chat. 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