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“Stupid Dinosaur Lies” or Truth?

Australia and Papua New Guinea stamps on passport for Jonathan Whitcomb

Within the past few weeks, at least two posts have accused me, Jonathan Whitcomb, of deceiving people. The second writer, “idoubtit,” seems to have been convinced by the first one, Dr. Donald Prothero, regarding my online writing behavior. But when Prothero responded to me, he appeared to reveal two sources for his conviction that I have used deception, and the earliest source is the site Stupid Dinosaur Lies, more recently relabeled “PaleoFairy Tales Exposed.” Let’s look into this more deeply.

The oldest online attack against the honesty of cryptozoologists who publicized their belief in living pterosaurs in Papua New Guinea—that site may have originated as early as mid-2005 or as late as late-2008; I don’t recall. I do remember, and recorded in my file, one original page on Stupid Dinosaur Lies, and it had at least five errors in one sentence:

  1. Misspelling of my first name: “John” (should have been Jonathan)
  2. Misspelling of my surname: “Whittcomb” (should have been Whitcomb)
  3. Was I really sponsored by Carl Baugh? No.
  4. Did I really lead YEC creationists on an expedition? No.
  5. Was the expedition really in Africa? No.

That’s a lot of mistakes in one sentence, those errors of fact, and the truth can be verified. I do not imply that this sentence remained on that site for years, but it was similar to other declarations on the original site: full of errors. I have no interest, at least for the moment, in reading recent pages of that site. If the writer has recognized those errors and admitted them, then good for him (or her).

Let me make this plain: I am not accusing the originator of Stupid Dinosaur Lies of deception. I am defending the honesty of me and my associates. That ludicrous sentence with five errors does suggest the writer was more likely to have been careless than dishonest. But the accusations, direct or indirect, are against those of us who have traveled to Papua New Guinea to search for living pterosaurs and those who later reported what was found in eyewitness testimonies.

Whitcomb-Paina Expedition of 2004

I recognize that writers sometimes make mistakes with errors of fact; I myself am a writer, and the first edition of my first book included the misspelling of the surname of my interpreter on Umboi Island (correct is Paina). What you are now reading was published on December 11, 2014, but I made corrections 24 hours later, correcting errors in both English grammar and in statements of fact (“September 22nd” is correct for my arrival date in Papua New Guinea in 2004, as you will read below).

So why do I bring up one sentence written by a skeptic years ago? It’s in the nature of his accusation and the relevance to my expedition ten years ago. The error is far deeper than that one sentence with five mistakes.

Let’s begin by establishing that I really did travel to Papua New Guinea.

Australia and Papua New Guinea stamps on passport

Passport page (Jonathan David Whitcomb) for Australia and Papua New Guinea

The following is to the best of my knowledge of what happened ten years ago.

The above image of a page in my passport shows a departure date from Australia: September 21, 2004. We boarded the plane in Cairns, AU, on that date, but we had to get off the plane before it took off, for the pilot was unhappy with a problem with the paperwork for the flight or paperwork for the plane. Although he had no doubt that the plane was safe, he went by the book and refused to fly it until the paperwork was corrected. We, the passengers, were taken off the plane and got a free night in a hotel in Cairns. We took off without further incident the next day, September 22nd. That explains the date of arrival in Papua New Guinea (it was a short flight).

Honesty of Jonathan Whitcomb, in the  past

The critical point is this: Skeptics who wrote online comments and pages that at least implied that I was less than honesty—those critics failed to see the landscape of the forest, instead focusing on a stain on the bark of one tree, a stain they assumed must be bird poop . . . so to speak.

I returned home to the United States convinced that the ropen is real and a modern Rhamphorhynchoid pterosaur (I am still convinced of that). I wrote countless web pages and blog posts on the subject, which probably relates to why that skeptic created his own site: Stupid Dinosaur Lies.

Yet he probably failed to see a simple problem with his proclamations about dishonesty: I returned home to the United States declaring that I had seen nothing like a living pterosaur. I even failed to see the brief light that natives of Umboi Island have observed flying at night for so long.

Now please consider the problem with a “lie” accusation here:

  • Jonathan Whitcomb writes about the possibility of modern pterosaurs
  • He never saw anything like a living pterosaur on his expedition

Remember, this is not about my foolishness, which is irrelevant here; it’s about my honesty. If I had any desire to deceive anybody into believing in extant pterosaurs, I would have declared I had seen something flying over my head. I admitted that I had seen no animal that supported my belief. Therefore I was honest.

Honesty in the present

So how can my accusers respond to the above? Have I somehow become dishonest at some time in the past ten years? Do a Google search on “apparent pterosaur” (using those quote marks) and see what comes up: not many pages from skeptics who dispute the possibility that any pterosaur can be still living; most of the pages were written by me, with some of them obviously being written years ago and some of them more recently. In other words, my posts and pages dominate all others, when one searches online with “apparent pterosaur,” and that means the following:

I admit: a particular sighting may have come from something other than a pterosaur.

Does that look like a declaration of a liar who wants to deceive people into believing in modern pterosaurs? The point of modern pterosaurs is in the overall landscape of eyewitness testimonies: Many of them (not all) are from encounters with modern living pterosaurs, including large Rhamphorhynchoid ones.

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Honesty in Reports of Modern Pterosaurs

The word deceive means to purposefully lead someone away from the truth. A word associated with it is lie: to say or write something deceitful. . . . A deceiver intends to lead someone away from truth; intention is a critical ingredient of the poison. Nobody can accidentally deceive anyone.

Dr. Prothero and “Fake Pterosaurs”

 I avoid linking to libelous pages, and this one includes “Whitcomb admitted the deception in July, 2014″ and links to one of my posts. Strange to tell, but that post of mine explains why I was NOT being dishonest in using pen names.

The Great Dinosaur Mystery and the Big Truth

This same critic says that sightings are “made by natives . . . plagued by superstition,” but where is the evidence of any plague of superstition? . . . My own experience in Papua New Guinea has shown that this is not the case. Whatever superstitions the natives of Umboi have, they are not mentioned or implied when native eyewitnesses report what they have seen (almost without exception). This critic has explored what remote island, interviewed what native? Has this critic even read an original eyewitness report? If so, where is the evidence for relevant superstition?

Bulverism Revisited

An average reader who gets very far on that [libelous] site is unlikely to search out the actual words and deeds of living-pterosaur investigators. Why search for the writings of people who are both stupid and liars? But what if the critical mistake is in the one making accusations?

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Ropen-Eyewitness Interviews, Ten-Year Anniversary

native eyewitness of ropen - Gideon Koro

Ten years ago I interviewed three natives, face to face, in a remote village on Umboi Island: Gideon Koro, Mesa Augustin, and Wesley Koro. Here is some of what I recorded of Gideon’s interview, quoted from the upcoming fourth edition of Searching for Ropens and Finding God:

I started with the basics: “Your name is Gideon Koro?”
“Yes.”
“OK. Do you remember, Gideon, about a few years ago, some Americans came with Jim Blume?”
Gideon looked puzzled.
I said, “They had a video camera.”
“Yeah.”

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“Do you remember how many years ago that was?”
“Maybe ten years ago.”
“You told them about when you went up to the mountain where there was a lake . . . big, uh, wara.” (I should have said, roun-wara for “lake.”)
Gideon nodded many times.
“All right. . . What lake was that?”
He appeared surprised at my ignorance and said, “Pung.”
“Oh, Pung, OK, Is this the first time you went to Pung or second time . . .?”
“First time.”
“Oh, the first time, OK. . . . Was this in the daytime?”
“Yeah.”

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“When you got to the lake, did you see anything right away or . . . only later? . . . Did you see anything unusual?”
I made a classic blunder in questioning someone with limited English skills: asking multiple questions at once.
Gideon paused, looking confused; then, with dawning comprehension, he said:
“No.”
Gideon took me literally: He saw nothing unusual at the moment he arrived at the lake. Arriving at an understanding of my intentions was something else.
“So did you stay there for a few minutes or an hour or . . .”
Now Gideon understood what I meant.
“A few minutes later, it came down.”

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“Oh, a few minutes later? OK. Were there some creatures that came down to the lake?” (I still thought there had been ten to twenty ropens.)
Gideon hesitated.
“. . . or animals . . . or ropen or something that came to the lake?”
Gideon nodded twice.

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“Do you remember about how many there were?”
Gideon said nothing.
I said, “Uh . . . plenty . . . or ten?”
He gave me another puzzled look and said quietly:
“Only one.”

“What’s that?”
“Only one.”
I said, “Only what? Oh, only one”
He then said clearly, “We saw only one.”
“Only one, OK.”
I would have to figure out that puzzle later.

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“When you saw the creature . . . what color was it?”
Gideon looked away, thought for four seconds, then turned back to me:
“Brown.” (maybe the first time, outside school, he had used this English word)
“Did you notice . . . did it have wings?”
With a smile, Gideon said, “Yeah.”

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“It had wings. OK. About how large were the wings . . . like if the wings were . . .uh . . .”
Gideon was again puzzled as I tried to hold the camcorder while using one arm after another to indicate wingspan.
“. . . spread out . . . uh . . . about . . .”
Now the weakness of my impromptu interviewing style became obvious. Finally, I simply asked, “How long were the wings? Big?” A villager came to my rescue with a few words in the local village language. Only long afterwards would I realized that I had no way of knowing if the interpreter had asked about the size of one wing or two wings.
Gideon said, “Sefan meeta.” (In Tok Pisin, the plural is not formed by adding “s,” and this can carry over into their English.)
“Seven meters? OK. This animal . . . you call it a ropen? Is that the name they have for it?” (I preferred another surprise to a new misunderstanding.)
“Yeah.”

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“OK. Did it have a tail?”
“Yeah.”
“It had a tail. OK. How long was the tail?”
Gideon looked at the ground to his left for five seconds; from the way he glanced back and forth at the ground a few times, I concluded that he was imagining the tail and estimating its length. He looked back at me and said:
“Sefan meeta long.”
“Seven meters?”
“Yeah.”
“So the tail was as long as the wings?”
Without hesitation, Gideon said, “Yeah.”

native eyewitness of ropen - Gideon KoroGideon Koro, interviewed in 2004 by Jonathan Whitcomb

Only after my expedition in Papua New Guinea would I realize that Gideon thought that I was asking about the size of one wing. No native in a remote village on Umboi Island could be expected to understand what is meant by wingspan. He was surely thinking that I wanted to know the length of one wing. In other words, if Gideon estimated correctly, the ropen that he and his six friends had seen flying over a crater lake in clear daylight had a wingspan of over 45 feet.

Why did the two interviewers, many years earlier, conclude that Gideon and his six friends had seen ten or twenty ropens? I have come to firmly believe that it was a misunderstanding. Take the average of ten and twenty: fifteen. People in Papua New Guinea think in meters (not feet), and if Gideon was reporting a rough estimate of size (length or wingspan), in the first interview, fifteen meters is quite close to the numbers he reported to me in 2004, although I failed to communicate the concept of wingspan and neglected to ask about the total length of the ropen.

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Gideon Koro being interviewed on Umboi Island, Papua New Guinea, in 1994, concerning his encounter with a giant ropen pterosaurGideon Koro, interviewed around 1994 by James Blume

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Banned Wikipedia Ropen Article

There lies a weakness in Wikipedia, although a solution seems hard to come by. When proponents of the “mainstream view” on a subject seem reluctant to state their orthodox opinions, in sufficient content-size, a fringe theory can appear to be unbalanced in an article, favoring too much an unpopular point of view.

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How can you Miss Photographing a Modern Pterosaur?

clip art of a ropen pterodactyl - long-tailed ropen

Why do we not yet (as of mid-2014) have a good photo of a ropen? A skeptic may ask that, as a rhetorical question, but it’s answered by human experiences.

My wife Gladys and I took an early walk yesterday morning. In a shady area, narrowly enclosed by chain link fences on both sides of the sidewalk, we saw some beer cans and a torn paper bag on the ground; we started to walk past them before noticing more. The cell phone on the ground—that stopped us. We then noticed that the beer cans (about three cans) were full. This was not a case of littering.

It does relate to the absence of photographs of modern pterosaurs, indirectly; bear with me. My wife and I realized something bad may have happened to somebody. I first thought that somebody may have had a heart attack and dropped the groceries, including the cell phone that was in the grocery bag. I then thought somebody may have been attacked, causing that scattering of groceries. The point is this: My wife and I immediately continued our walk, determined to get home quickly to phone the police. That’s how it relates to photographing living pterosaurs.

Ropen Sighting Near Finschhafen in 1944

Remember the experience of Duane Hodgkinson during World War II, when he and his army buddy saw the huge “pterodactyl” fly up from the other side of a jungle clearing. What Hodgkinson first assumed must have been a bird, within a few seconds revealed itself to be something far different.

The shocking creature flew out of sight but soon returned, flying in the opposite direction and over that same clearing. That gave those two soldiers another view of it, before it again flew out of sight. It also gave those two soldiers another chance to use the military camera they were carrying. They missed both chances.

The Cell Phone and the Cryptozoologist

So why was I, Jonathan Whitcomb, carrying an old iPhone in my pocket as I was walking with my wife yesterday? It no longer functioned as a phone, but the camera still worked. Why did I not photograph the scene of a possible crime before rushing home to call the police? I carry the old iPhone in my pocket almost everywhere, almost every time I leave the house. Regardless of the rarity of clear sightings of modern pterosaurs, I cannot risk having my own sighting without a camera handy.

In other words, I carry around a camera for the tiny chance of photographing a living pterosaur; I do not carry it for photographing beer cans on the ground.

Critics fail to see an obvious reason for the lack of photographs of modern pterosaurs. People carry around cell phones to make phone calls or communicate by texting, with occasional use of the camera. The last thing on the mind of an eyewitness of a ropen—that’s the possibility of grabbing a cell phone to get a photo of a flying pterodactyl.

Getting Back to the Beer Cans

After talking with the police, I thought of another explanation for the scattered groceries. But why did Gladys and I first imagine a crime? We mostly gave up watching old episodes of Sherlock Holmes (having seen each episode many times), yet we’ve recently been watching old Miss Marple—almost the same thing.

The scattered beer cans lay near a zigzag in the walkway, the perfect place for an ambush. It’s the ideal place for a criminal to attack an innocent person who is carrying a grocery bag, yet there’s more.

It was after the second phone call with police, when I realized the greatest danger. Most of the walks Gladys and I take are on the trails along the Jordan River in the Salt Lake Valley of Utah. The big risk is on the narrow paved trails, for it’s not just for joggers and walkers; it’s for bikers. Our big concern on those paved trails is getting hit from behind by a bicycle. Now we can get back to the beer cans.

The ideal place for a bicycle to run into an innocent person who is carrying a grocery bag, yes it’s the same place: at the zigzag in the walkway where my wife and I saw potential evidence for a crime. If anything serious happened there, it was probably a biker colliding with a pedestrian, causing one of them to drop a bag of groceries, including a cell phone which was also in the bag.

Now, if only a ropen would collide with a net put up by cryptozoologists!

I’ll continue to carry around a cell-phone camera, but not for beer cans.

clip art of a ropen pterodactyl - long-tailed ropen

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Ropen on Destination Truth TV Show

I thought [I] remembered advising the production team “do not” enter a cave that might contain a ropen; oh well, it is a Hollywood production: The audience enjoys risk. . . . Jonathan Whitcomb has written extensively about the ropen of Papua New Guinea and was the first Western explorer to interview three native witnesses of the Lake Pung ropen sighting on Umboi Island . . .

Ropens in Papua New Guinea

Duane Hodgkinson, now a flight instructor  in Livingston, Montana, in 1944 was  stationed near Finschhafen, in what was  then called New Guinea. . . .  they were  amazed as a large creature flew up into  the air. The men soon realized that it was  no bird that started to circle the clearing.

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Live Pterosaurs in Australia and in Papua New Guinea

cover of ebook - Live Pterosaurs in Australia and in Papua New Guinea - ver-25

Last May, I predicted that my third book would be published “within a few weeks.” Publication is getting closer, but the index still needs to be created and linked, which may take at least a few days. Here is the cover of the ebook Live Pterosaurs in Australia and in Papua New Guinea:

[Update: It went on sale on Amazon on Sep 11, 2012 (click on the image below)]

[Update #2: It is not offered as a FREE and easy download (as of Aug 24, 2014]:

cover of ebook - Live Pterosaurs in Australia and in Papua New Guinea - ver-25

Here is an excerpt from the third chapter, “The Bougainville Creature”

“I can’t remember why our vehicle had stopped. Maybe we had to wait for another vehicle to pass us. I don’t know. But I can still hear that slow flapping sound in the stillness of an early tropical morn, on the road from Panguna down to Loloho on Bougainville Island in 1971.

“When I looked up . . . I saw a very unusual creature. Firstly, it was very big (wingspan at least 2 metres, probably more . . . possibly much, much more). I can’t remember the exact distance estimate that this creature was from me . . . It was black or dark brown. I had never seen anything like it before. It certainly looked prehistoric, in that it did not look like any other bird that I have seen before or since.

From the last chapter of the nonfiction digital book:

What dictionary defines “pterosaur” without the word “extinct?” There lies the first problem, in Western society, for Australians and Americans are raised from young childhood to believe in the extinction of all species of pterosaurs and dinosaurs, without compromise, and what is the explanation? “Science.”

But another problem has blocked our progress towards the official discovery of modern living pterosaurs. Understanding cultural differences helps us clear away the landslide on the road to this discovery. A major boulder in that landslide is an unwritten Western dogma related to scientific superiority, the assumption that civilized people are less superstitious, more objective.

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Ropen Close to Bunsil Station, Umboi Island

. . . I received an email from a young man from Tarawe Village, Umboi Island. He was a student at the time: business accounting at the University of Technology in Lae City. He did not get a photograph of the ropen, but he had a wonderful sighting . . .