Where Dinosaurs Still Roam – Sort Of!

KnebworthDino08Dinosaurs seem like cryptids today, because while  we know they once  existed, most have gone extinct. But I bet a lot of cryptozoology lovers would love to see them large as life again! So when I found this last refuge for these creatures, I had to share it with you. It looks like a fun and fascinating place!

KnebworthViewFromRoseGardenKnebworth House, ancestral home of the Earl of Lytton,  is a beautiful estate in Hertfordshire, England open to the public for daily visits as well as catered parties year ‘round (photo left and below right). What I love about it is their Dinosaur Trail featuring 70 large statues of the various prehistoric creatures in absolutely gorgeous settings.

KnebworthGarden02You don’t have to be a child to appreciate the replicas. Adults will enjoy the incredibly lovely way they were incorporated into the landscape. Knebworth is renowned for their regular gardens and that same care and attention has been given to the Dinosaur Trail.

I’m going to let the pictures do the talking – enjoy!














(The mammoths are my favorite! 🙂 Which one is your favorite?)





  1. The below story is long and from a book titled “Grizzlies and White Guys” as told by coastal Briitish Columbian hunting guide Clayton Mack and published by his physician. Clayton Mack was an elder among one tribe of Canadian Indians and was well known and trusted by all. In one chapter of the book he told of seeing a Sasquatch three times, twice when alone and once when with a hunter from California. The below story is when with another hunter and tells about another animal though not gigantic but large and very strange:

    “We packed our stuff and grub into the boat and we took off. I had a big boat, big flat bottom skiff. Build like a little scow. A big motor on it. We can sleep in this boat if we have to. I run about another four more miles down the Owikeno Lake to the camp. I see something swimming in the water. I looked at it, gee it look like a bear. It was coming toward us. I slow the motor down to a slow idle. This thing was coming right straight for us. I looked at it. Bob was a looking too. I reversed that motor then backed up so we just keep still. That thing still coming toward us. I see his ears, I look at it. Getting pretty close and is about fifty feet away now. Bob said, “It’s a black bear, “Yeah, — maybe it’s a black bear,” I said. Black head, little white around its nose. Bob Mackie picked up his gun. “No, don’t shoot him” I said. “Too much like work to drag him up on the beach.”We stand together and keep looking at it. That things still coming toward us. And right at once he humped up and dived down under the water. “Black bear??” he said. “No, it’s not a black bear” I said. “Something very different than a black bear. Black bear don’t dive like that.” “Grizzly bear will stick his head in the water but not a black bear,” I said.
    I have seen grizzly bear dive in with front part feeling around for fish but black bear just don’t do that. He went right under and never came up again. We got out of there quick. I don’t know what that was. It weren’t no bear! It wasn’t a seal and it wasn’t a sea-lion. [Note: Owikeno Lake monster?] “Let’s go!” I said.
    We go to the Neechanz River. I ran up the river about a mile in the boat. We landed, packed our grub and stuff. Got a little bit of wood for a camp fire at night. Cooked something to eat. The next day Bob Mackie shot his bear. He finally got his bear, a grizzly all right. Not very big, but he was satisfied with it. A silver-tipped one. Nice silver-tip. We skinned that bear as fast as we can skin him. Packed the tent and stuff in the boat and took off. Take this bear skin with us too. I told Bob, “If we see another grizzly bear, a bigger one, you take it too. I’ll take the one you got.” We didn’t see any more bears though. We went through the First Narrows, then the Second Narrows. Just as we passed the Second Narrows is the Third Narrows. There some pilings there, they look like logs sticking up out of the water. I saw this thing stick its head out of the water, I looked at it. I point it out to Mackie. “Seal playing,” I said.
    Bob picked up his gun right away. That Bob Mackie had a powerful gun, a .338 automatic. A real big bear gun all right. “If it’s a seal, shoot him” I told him. “I don’t like them seals in this country. They eat up all the fish and bust up the schools of Coho Salmon. Lot of Coho come up in here. And those seals chase them, then the Coho don’t bit for a long time, sometime don’t bite at all anymore. Too many seals in this country.”
    There are quite a few seals in that Owikeno Lake. We looked at it close. It had its head up, way up. Had a long skinny neck, not fat, kinda bent over. Pretty black and dark. Smallish head too. I don’t notice any ears. I can see its head sideways. Look like it had eyes, but big eyes. Mouth closed, no teeth. Look like a big snake but had a different kind of head on it. From the head to shoulder I could see it. That thing had shoulders like an animal. Body of an animal, neck to head was quite long, about five feet!! This young fellow aimed, he was a deadly shot, he can’t miss. And he aimed and then he looked at me.
    “Go ahead,” I said. I stood beside him. He had .338 rifle, powerful gun. One shot can kill a griz real easy. He aimed for quite a while. We were pretty close now, about a hundred feet from him. That gun finally went off, BANG! And I kick the boat ahead toward where that thing went down. I think he hit him all right, couldn’t have missed. He went down when Mackie shot. Head went in the water. I don’t know if he killed it or if that thing just dived in the water. I think he probably killed it, hit its head.
    That animal went down under the water and sun, I kicked ahead right where he went down under the water. I looked for blood, or fat coming to the top of the water. When you shoot seals or sea-lions in the water there will be blood or fat or bubbles coming up. But there was no blood. No fat. No bubbles. Maybe we were too close, bullet go through like a pinhole or go right through that thing’s head. Maybe the bullet hit a big bone inside. That lake water was kind of clear.
    I look where the thing went down to the bottom. I see a black thing down there, a big black thing, just all black. I couldn’t make a shape how he looked like. Was big, bigger than the biggest grizzly bear. While I was looking that thing come alive, looked like it. While we were looking down there it started paddling, kicking ahead like a big board backing up and churning the water. The water was boiling, coming up at us. Looked like he was taking off, away from us. Suddenly Bob said “Go on, get going.” I put the boat motor in gear and I opened it up wide open and we got out of there. We still had about six miles to go. Just past the Third Narrows, the lake opens up again. Bob said, “Run the boat right up on the beach, I don’t want to stay in the water any longer.”
    I had it going wide open. I ran the boat wide open to the cabin and ran it up on the shore by the cabin. We packed the stove and gear into the cabin. After that I said to Bob, “What was that you shot out there in the Narrows?”
    “It was a dinosaur, they were around about a million years ago, but there shouldn’t be any more around. You’ll see a picture of it someday, you’ll see the name of it — dinosaur. Maybe you see it on television,” he said. “How come I don’t see teeth?” I asked. He said, “there are two kinds of dinosaurs. One dinosaur, a flesh eater, eats meat, he kills animals; this one eats leaves and vegetation like from trees. That is the kind I shot, that is the kind we seen.”
    When we got back to Bella Coola we don’t talk about what happened because we think people will laugh at us, say we are bullshitting them. I never heard of anyone else seeing that thing that year. I know the Rivers Inlet Indians from the Owikeno Village don’t want to travel them narrows at night. When they come to our camp, they always want to take off before dark. Get out of there before it gets too late in the day. I hear stories that they are scared of them things. I talked to some relation of David Bernard a Rivers Inlet Indian, after that. That guy told me David Bernard saw the same animal many years before we saw it.”

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