We had a strange experience when the Hepburn left the yard at Hunter's Point in San Francisco. We do our Sea Trials up there, hang around a time, the tug that moves the Cook from the quay wall backs into us when we're set to leave, putting a five foot gash in the side at the waterline. This is not a drill! Flooding! Flooding! Flooding in the boiler room! So...we leave a week or two later after repairs are made and we're underway ten twenty miles off the coast of California...midnight or after, the first dog watch in Combat, look on the SPS-10 radar at this cluster of radar returns between us and California. Stationary...good return, good solid objects. Almost a pentagram of shapes or some other geometric form. Nothing on the charts, no oil rigs, nothing, not that far away from the coast...thinking ships at anchor...but no, nothing. Too far away for the lookouts to see anything...it's over the horizon. Since the objects were not moving, we didn't care...eventually passed them by. No idea what they were. Months later, the U.S.S. Cook hits the U.S.S. Mars while on maneuvers in fog...crunched in the bow, damaged the Mars. They had tee-shirts printed up, U.S.S. Cook, 1st Naval Ship to Land on Mars. Brass was unappreciative. Too, a number of them mooned us from their boat deck. Now that was a paranormal experience, believe me you.