You're not the only one who has experienced this. Others will laugh, make fun, etc., but the fact remains, these type of annomolies around Sabine Pass are very real, maybe something to do with all the refinery's? Word of advice, don't mention this to your company or chief pilot, you'll quickly find yourself out of work. 

...of what ever he has been drinking.

Nice story, you lost me at 1940's jazz tune....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jm_b7MvQOuY

Recommend watching the movie "The Final Countdown" from 1980.

that this is the result of intergalactic travelers.  There couldn't be any other explanation for these occurences.

LOOK TO THE SKIES!!!

but you've posted this same thing many times bro

As a seasoned RW pilot, I had traversed the skies between Port Arthur, Texas and Cameron, Louisiana countless times. The routine flight path over Sabine Pass was familiar to me, but on that fateful day, my ordinary journey took an extraordinary turn.

It was a crisp evening as I climbed into the cockpit,  ready for another routine flight. The sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm golden glow across the horizon. Everything seemed perfect for a smooth journey.

I engaged the engines, feeling the familiar vibration beneath my seat as the rotor blades sliced through the air above me. The radio crackled to life, and I established communication KBPT tower,  informing them of my departure from Port Arthur.

Ascending into the sky, I marveled at the picturesque landscape below. The sparkling waters of Sabine Lake stretched out to the east, while the verdant marshlands extended as far as the eye could see to the west. I settled into my flight, following the well-worn route.

However, as I reached the midpoint over Sabine Pass, a strange sensation gripped me. The calm evening air turned unusually chilly, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

That's when I caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my gaze towards the western sky, and my heart skipped a beat. There, hovering silently above the horizon, was an object unlike anything I had ever encountered.

It appeared as a metallic disc, its surface reflecting the fading sunlight. It seemed to defy the laws of physics, suspended effortlessly in the air. The sight was simultaneously captivating and unnerving. My training urged me to maintain focus, but my curiosity was piqued.

As if in response to my presence, the helicopter's instrumentation flickered briefly, causing my grip on the controls to tighten. My eyes darted between the mysterious object and the instrument panel, praying for stability. To my relief, the systems returned to normal, but an unshakeable unease lingered in the pit of my stomach.

I instinctively reached for the radio to alert air traffic control of the anomaly, but to my bewilderment, a series of garbled, otherworldly noises emanated from the speaker. It was as if the signals were being intercepted, distorted beyond recognition. I repeated my distress call, but my message was met with eerie silence.

Meanwhile, the UFO maintained its watchful presence, silently observing my every move. The encounter had transcended the realm of the ordinary, leaving me with a profound sense of vulnerability. It was as if the object possessed an intelligence beyond comprehension, a presence that sought to unnerve rather than harm.

Determined to complete my journey, I steered the helicopter away from the enigmatic craft, its image forever etched in my memory. As I approached Cameron, the unsettling atmosphere lifted, and a sigh of relief escaped my lips. I landed the helicopter safely, thankful to be back on solid ground.

Months passed, and I shared my encounter with trusted colleagues, seeking validation or explanation. Some dismissed it as a trick of the light, a mere optical illusion. Others believed in the existence of extraterrestrial life, suggesting that I had come face-to-face with an otherworldly visitor.

To this day, I cannot fully comprehend the nature of that encounter. It remains a mysterious chapter in my flying career, an eerie tale that I recount with a mixture of fascination and trepidation. Whether it was a chance encounter or a glimpse into the unknown, one thing is certain: the skies over Sabine Pass hold secrets that defy our understanding.

until you get an anal probe....and then they melt your brain.

the probe because it sounds like you did

Happens to me every time I fly over the White House in my helicopter.

... identify their boat from another for recognition by the fleet of boarts around them.