Now one of your pudding. I got a string going on here, something just because my dog. Something killed your dog, my dog. We're flying through the air over the tree. I don't know how it did it, Okay, Damn, I'm really confused. All I saw was my dog coming over the fence and he was dead. And once you hit the ground like, I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog coming over the fence. Sat what are you putting? We got some wonder or something crawling around out here? Did you see what it was?
Or was it was?
Standing enough? I'm out here looking through the window now and I don't see anything. I don't want to go outside. Jesus, quice you better or hello? Hit somebody out here?
What's que on out there?
That's thought of a bit of about sixty forty nine. I don't know easy them out there? Yeah, I'm right away.
Greetings from Alaska. His spread roll cur On Tribal Council member from Dillingham, Alaska. One thing I wanted to touch on is our culture. We don't have a written history per se. There was a book published in the mid seventies called Story Knife. It touches on a few things, but we don't have a history book. We have our oral tradition where I pass on stories from my elders and then it just translates on down. That's just how
it is. That's how we know where the good berry patches are, That's how we know where the good fishing places are and things of this nature. Because that's our culture. I feel that helps me express other people's encounters, because we're from a culture of very descriptive because it was detrimental if you made a wrong turn somewhere, you went the wrong way, could be danger that way. So we took giving directions and whatnot very seriously, even to this day.
So even with all the technology and all because with the GPS, if your batteries die or you lose signals and what you got if you don't have the memory of where you're going. Anyway, I just wanted to touch on that story. Knife is the only written book I know of that even touches on our people. This encounter I'm going to share with you guys. This happened to Jerry. Jerry is originally from Togiak. He told me this encounter in two thousand and four when I was in the village.
We're a spot in herring. We were on a low point because we spotted the herring. The perse saying had like one hundred thousand tons or something pursed up and they had to offload. And so how they do it is the boat would be floating, you get your purse out and then it gets cinched up into this big, massive net with all the fish in the middle. Is a live catch. They're not gill netted or anything. They're
life caught. And what happens is the factory boat will pull up alongside and drop these big tubes down into the water, pump out the fish, and the water spits out the other side, the fish going the holding tank.
They're doing that. We land in Togyak to refuel because I tell you, flying around for ten twelve hours a day in a left handed turn a mile up in a super cup, it gets tiring man, especially backseat, you're just holding a stick trying to keep it at elevation and keep your turn and not slip too far left or right, keeping him over where he's spotting. So it's like being tied to a string just whipping around. So
we're pretty tired. So when we landed, he was fueling up I walked over to the ac Market and ran into one of my relatives who was in town from Dillingham doing some electrical work. This guy, Jerry comes over because he knew my relative and they were talking. So my relative went into the Ac or the Eagle Market, was doing some shopping because he was staying at another relative's home. And Jerry was talking to me and he goes, you want a monyuck you want to eat? And I
was like, hell, yeah, what you got? Hook it up, man, don't talk about it, let's be about it. So we go over to his house, yes, and we're sitting down eating and the subject of Harryman comes up. I was talking about the pin Air flight that spotted to harry Man back in ninety seven. It was in the Bristol Bay Times. They got some kind of archive under Bristol Bay Times in ninety seven. Harryman bought it in the Tundra.
You can look it up anyway. I was talking to him about that because it so happened he was on that particular flight, and he brought it up when I mentioned it. Because we're just talking about the harry Man and you know, what people believe or what they don't believe. He laughs, and he goes, I was on that flight. But let me tell you something I said. Let's hear it years back. He didn't specify the year. They were
west of Nondalton. It was fresh into the winter, so there was a fresh layer of snow, fresh dusting everywhere. First chance, they had to run snow machine. So they took their snow machines and they went out to the west end of this valley looking for cariboo and they saw the herd off in the distance. So they went around this rise, parked their sleds, and then hiked up over the ridge into this tree line that ran across
into this valley. It was on the wa side, and they're in this tree line and down it it's basically tundra down there. So it just looked like a sheet of snow across the valley and then some trees on the other side because it's mainly marshy, swampy tundra. And so they're looking at the caribou movement and they hear wolf howls in the distance, so they're like, oh, we might see some national geographic shit. They didn't put it that way, but that's essentially what it would be wolves
chasing caribou in the wild. Come on, so they go. They're making their way through the trees to get a better position. They're up on this little bit of a rise and there's four of them. They're just watching what's unfolding. The caribou curdled together. They were all spread out, digging around for liking. They all come together in this group. Off in the distance. They could see the trotting of
the wolves right along the tree line. They're ducking in and in between the trees coming up bottom and the caribou. All the bulls were to the outside. There was about five bulls, a few females, and then the younger ones. It wasn't a very large group of them, but they all put up their defenses. All the bulls on the outside and they're ready for whatever. The wolves come and they're circling around. They're doing their thing. They're trying to
pick out which one they want. Basically, the biggest bull in the herd kept running around with its chin up swaying its antlers back and forth as a sign of
defiance to them. I guess they had heard a weird noise up the hill along the same tree line they were in, but further up where they couldn't see it cut back into a draw, so just out of view to their left, the draw cuts up and the tree line cut around as well, and they heard a noise but they couldn't see it, and once whatever it was did come into view, it was a black blur, and then it was obscured by the trees that were in front of them because they're in line with the trees,
so it was sparsely treed, but they were in line with it, so it was all a bunch of trees, so they thought none of it. They thought it was the alpha wolf coming down to quarterback display on these caribou. Wasn't the case. They heard a scream, and the scream got everyone's attention, the caribou, the wolves, they all eyes up under the tree line and I'm just imagining this in my mind. All of a sudden, heard this sound goes off and then also and everyone's eyes that direction.
It didn't matter. The predator and the prey were just prey in that moment. So they're watching and they're waiting for this alpha because they figured it was a big black alpha wolf and they just caught a glimpse of it. The scream was off, so they were taken aback. This particular guy, Jerry, he had dealt with a harry Man about ten years prior on the now she gag, but the guys he was with did, and so he just kept that quiet. He didn't want to interject anything. He
wanted to see their reaction. And they had some two seventies and two forty threes, nothing super high powered, definitely dropped some caribou. So they're watching and screams again, this time very high pitched, and he immediately he's that's a harry Man and everyone that was with them, the three other guys are like, no, that's got to be a wolf, just something's wrong with it, and he goes, no, let's watch. So as they're watching, the wolves take off going back
down the valley the direction they came. I'm talking hall asses. First they scattered like a shotgun blast, and then all went off down the valley. Now they're watching that, and they still haven't seen it, and they heard the scream, but they're all curious. Now they're up on this little rise looking down on these caribou and that bull caribou, which would assumably stay over there, mama moose anyway, got a mama moose back over here with her yearling calf.
Resident cow eats my leaves and shrubs in my yard. Damn thing can have a garden anyway, So I digress. They're watching it, and the bull circles around, and it
doesn't know what to do. So the bull starts going up the hill a little ways and is looking back at the small herd, and the small herd starts moving along down in the direction the wolves went, and out of nowhere, the caribou bull jumps and turns to run down the hill to get back with the group because of what it was just up a little ways, not like it was trying to call out to harry Man or anything like that. It was just like trying to
check out what was going on. And as it does it and it turns to go back towards the herd, all of a sudden, a flash just of dark comes down and they saw just this big arm just backhand this caribou across its chest like a across its rib cage. Damnar folded it in half? What and it flung it and it flings off and lands in the snow, dead as a door. Nill and the other caribou take off, and this thing chases after it on two feet. It
had to get the chill sinking. Can you imagine you're watching a nature show live right before you, and all of a sudden, this shit happens. Can you imagine what would go through your mind to hear a scream and then trying to figure out what the hell? And then this thing runs out and backhands the cariboo to piss
and shatters its body and it flings theah. So immediately that got their attention, and they all got their rifles all of a sudden on the ready, watching this thing, and it is chasing the cariboo down the valley the direction the wolves went, and it's out pacing the caribou, and it gets up ahead of them and off into the trees and they no longer see it right here it's green one time, and the caribou start cutting across the valley the other direction, and everything goes dead quiet,
and they're just listening to the crunch and the slet of the snow of these cariboo as a across the valley. So they're like, well, all this happening The carib wh and everything else ran down near half mile down this valley before they cut and started going across the valley. So they figured, let's check out this caribou. Maybe we can salvage some quarters off of it, but won't be a wasted trip, which is brave salute. I'd have been let's go. I don't want to get backhanded like that.
Holy shit. Talk about five across the eye. Holy crap. So they go down to investigating when they got their knives out real quick, and Jerry breaks out his ulu and he has the other three keeping watch, and he's gutting it out and he opens up the rib cage and the ribs are shattered, so it's basically pushing mush. It shattered the heart. It looked like shattered glass, he said.
From the impact. The lungs were just jello. Anyone who's ever went hunting and shot a lung shot, and you know how the lung tissue itself will be all like kind of like a slimeball like it has it. You could just squeeze it and it just it's jelly. And that was a consistent and see of everything in its enterds shattered the intestines and everything. It was just exploded on the inside. And so they quickly they got the
two rear quarters. And as they got the two rear quarters and they flung them on the packs off in the distance, they hear the scream again and it's in their direction. So immediately they're like, we're not going to
be like this caribou. Let's go. So they all they go back up over the ridge, and just as they drop over the ridge down to and they could see their snow machines, which is still a good hundred yards away, they hear a scream even closer, and it had to have been coming from that little rise where they were sitting just moments earlier when this shit went down. So they immediately they're on edge. The guys carrying the quarters stopped.
They were about halfway down this rise, halfway to the distance of the snow machine, ahead of Jerry and this other guy. When Jerry tells them, hey, drop the quarters on the ground. Just drop them. We got to drop, but we can't take these with us. It's gonna come with us if we do. They were like, no, it's not going to follow us. They won't catch us on the snow machine. No, now, let's drop it, trust me
drop it. And as he's arguing with them and Jerry walks past, the other guy's still looking up behind him on the ridge. All of a sudden he's got his rifle up and starts shooting right as Jerry's almost damnar right beside him. He's like, here's this ring and turns around and he sees the dark figure duck behind the ridge. Now everyone was spook because this thing's just less than fifty yards away, because Jerry and this other guy were
half the distance. So they're about twenty five yards from the ridge and the other guys are about fifty yards towards the snow machines. Immediately, the guys dropped their backs and everything caribous attached. They didn't give a shit, and they're high tailing it because Jerry didn't see what it did behind him. It had stood up and it had a piece of wood, and as it was picking up the log fling it at them, the guy shot, so it ducked down and then took off when Jerry looked back.
So the guy made the shot and narrowly averted some serious shit, you know what I mean. So they dropped packs because they saw that shit, and they all just they start gattering. And so when they get to the snow machines, they're just crankling because sometime they passed so they cooled off. So they're trying, whether they're hitting the chokes and all that shit, trying to get these old
arcticats ripping. So they got them fired up. And as they're fired up, and they're circling to get out of there, because when the snow machine's really cold, you can get it to move little by a little, but until it's fully warmed up, you're gonna have some issues, especially with those older sleds. Anyone who knows what I'm talking about,
they'll understand perfectly. So as they're circling to get turned around to get the hell out of Dodge, this thing had come down in the meantime and just flung the quarters up back up over that ridge with the backpack packs that attached and just all of it just swinging a massive distance okay over fifty yards, which I mean to a caribou quarter and a full pack pull of shit just flung like it was nothing. The amount of force needed for that. But he said, the one thing
that stood out outside of being scared shitless. Was the impact of that smack, he said, in his mind, he could see it replayed where the whole arm just disappeared into the caribou and it buckled around it and then flung. I could imagine that sound. Holy shit. They skid out on and they get out of there, And I was like, what'd your buddy say? The ones that hadn't experienced Harryman, He goes, we don't talk. We stopped after that trip. I tried to talk to him the next day with
some homebrew. They wouldn't even join me for homebrew. They were busy, they weren't feeling good, they had a headache. So these things happened quite often. And even though in a tight community and these things happened, there's still a separation. People still want to separate themselves from what happened. I don't know why that is. You would think as a community it would bring them closer, But then you hear experiences from someone else's family man, but rarely do you
get it from direct family members. It's almost like a certain type of shame. I'm still delving into it. I'm not sure if there's some kind of connotation to it. Like a bad omen if dealing with the Harryman, that type of thing. I don't know. I'm gonna find out. Like I said, I lost my roots, so I'm gonna be honest with you. Tried away, I went to the city. I tried to do all this other shit that I would have been better off. Stay tuned for more Sasquatchy
Oat to see. We'll be right back after these messages. I wanted to share that with you guys, give you that heads up. Oh he did share his first harry Man experience, which was on the west channel of the Nushigak River. Almost forgot that part because as we were talking and he told me that one, and I brought up, what was your first one? He said, they were setting window panes, these little nine in square window panes in these windows along the west channel in this cabin on
the Nushigak just above Portage Creek. Now, this particular one, they were doing work for this family that has a line of these cabins that go along there, right. And he had himself a guy named Oscar helping him so that Jerry and Oscar were putting these window panes in across the cabin. Because it was brand new built. There was an opening for the next window. He was going to be working on the back side of the cabin
from the river's edge. He just got done setting one pane and he was running out of glaze whatever they were glazing in the windows with, and he yells for Oscar, and he saw a movement in front of that other window and thought Oscar was coming around, so he grabs his window panes and he walks around to meet him. And as it come around corners, it was a young
harry Man. It was a young one, still taller than him seven footer, but real skinny and gangly looking, and they'd make eye contact and he drops all those panes of glass got fired from that job. But what had happened was is the glass shattering and making all that noise. This sink took off, running around the back side, and as it cleared the cabin, going towards the cabin further down, he could see the other cabin clearly. This thing leaped over.
It landed on the beach, the small beach there on the river, and dove into the water and just a stream of bubbles went down river and it was gone. Can you imagine seeing that shit startled and then all of a sudden in this coblute in the water. Again, this stuff doesn't happen every day. I don't get the misconception that I'm telling you, oh, this is a daily occurrence. No, this is over the span of years and in different places. This isn't just one person with five billion encounters. That's
not it. And as far as my encounters, I'm not unique, not even a little bit, not even a little bit. I'm hoping to expand what I'm talking about with the documentary. And thanks again for all the support till the next one. Thanks thanks for joining me is Fred Alaska. What I wanted to share with you today the first part actually wow, Actually I'll save that for some other times. What I wanted to share with you, we'll see. His name is Sam.
Sam lives down Juneo area. Where this occurred is on Sam's personal private property for recreation property he got nineteen eighty three ish somewhere in there. For a number of years, there's really no issues. Strange sounds every once in a while, but nothing that stood out. A few years back he had a mouse stand up overlooking part of his property where he would go and harvest moosse every year he
had his brother with them. His brother didn't want to go that morning, so he decided, you know, I'm just going to go. Thought nothing of it, never had an issue before, so there was no compelling reason to not go by himself. Of course, fully armed, very high powered rifle. Sam didn't play around with that. So he gets up to this moose stand and as he's just looking over the area, there's all these older willows and scrub willows that just run through the place there. They're not little.
It looks like a bunch of bushes, but you're talking ten twelve foot tall in places. It's just literally a jungle. It's really hard to see through. He was sitting there about an hour and a half. Sun had come up. It was a quiet morning, there was no game moving around. It was just one of those mornings. And then thrashing from his right towards his left. This thrashing starts and it's coming through and he was thinking, man, that's a lot of noise, and he thought it was his brother
just coming and mess around. So he whistled things, stopped, gave back identical whistle. Thought that was weird, and it continued going again, So he whistled twice in succession, a little short this little whistle. This thing stopped again, gave him back the two identical whistles. Now he hasn't been able to see anything. This thing's moving through the brush, and he said, his making a hell of a noise. Continues thrashing again, He does three whistles, This thing stops again,
gives him back the identical three whistles. Hair staying on the neck, getting weird feelings and whatnot. And then this thing be lined away, belined away. Never caught sight of it or anything. He figured that's a good time to call it a day, because he was thinking it was his brother, and it wasn't because when he got back to his cabin, his brother was still asleep. So there was no tomfoolery or Shenanigan's going on. And where this property is. This is remote Alaska. This is not just
up the street. What the bunch of neighbors? Now, grant you, there's neighbors around. There's other cabins around, but they're not stacked on top of each other. He due diligence, he made sure who else is around that kind of thing. To try to figure this out and there was no one around. It was just him. So time goes by as far as time difference between him and the moose stand. And this next occurrence is irrelevant because the whole point is it's an ongoing thing. And so this one day Sam,
he's early sixties hip issues. He wasn't out to he's not a triathlet. He's not trying to hike through the woods all fast or anything like that. And he was telling me on his property there's a creek that runs through it. Twice along this creek, he spoke about crossing that creek the air changes, so he views that as a boundary. He normally doesn't go across there. But he gets back up in this area on his property and he hears this snap, just loud breaking of a branch
and this bipedal movement. We had a drawn out discussion about that bipedal movement. And he's well versed. He's in Atlansk and he's been around for a long time. He's shot bears on the property, he's dealt with moose on the property. He knows the ins and outs of those movements going through the brush. So he was taken aback snap moving away really fast. He said, it sounds like a freight train taken off out of there. So he
standing by a tree. He just posted up and was watching, just watching, And there was numerous other times where there'd be a whistle or weird noise is going on, and it was just choked up to whatever, which is easy to do because a lot of people in the field. I do it myself. I'll hear a weird sound and I'll just I'll remember it, but I don't dwell on it. I'll just okay, chamber that in the back of the mind and just okay, weird noise over there, and just
you keep doing your thing. So moving forward, he was out there with It was five hundreds total, and they're along this same creek, but they're spread out, so Sam is below everybody at the furthest point into the furthest point away from him where the five people were spread out. It was Sam by himself, a group of two, and a group of two. It was roughly within two hundred yards of each other. However, in Alaska, I've tried to demonstrate you're not seeing that far, especially when you're up
on creeks. Whether it just gets thick. It started off this is all happening from speaking to his brother, and everything was happening pretty much simultaneously. So within these areas there was different things happening, all right. So we'll start with Sam. Where Sam was along the creek, he heard what sounded like someone with a cadence beating on wood with some kind of tin attached to it. It just had a weird, tiny after sound and it was just
a continuous canance for twenty minutes. He said, just bang, just continuous. We move up creek seventy five yards or so. There's a couple other hunters. They're hearing some weird noises across that creek where he considered that a boundary. They're hearing noises that make them get back to back ready, because these noises are not native sounds that they're used to. None of these hunters are wallflowers, weekend warrior types. They know hunting. They just don't arbitrarily go, hey, let's go
hunt this year. It's not that it's a lifestyle them not knowing what the hell that those noises are. Any hunters in the field with guns that hear weird things like that and they get back to back, you got to keep in mind. That's just not something that you see a bunny cross the path or you see a bear. And also, let's get back to back, that doesn't happen if you see bears most of the time both eyes are on that bear. You don't get the feeling that you need to look all around at the same time
and get back to back. So keep that in mind. There's little nuances that are easy to overlook, that being one of them, or people's feelings in the woods, it's easy to overlook I felt creepy or whatever. But again I've said it before. My friends don't make me fear for my life when I can't see them in the woods. Just doesn't. Never happened. Ever, same with bears. They're startling and everything, but dealt with bears. Can deal with bears.
There's something about these creatures that give off this ominous, almost oppressive presence to where it's not as simple as shaking off a weird feeling. It never works that way. As soon as people time and time again, if it felt what I'm talking about, it changes their perception of the woods. It may not stop them from going out there, but it changes their perception. They realize within their spirit
that there is something not all as well. So they're back to back weird sounds happening one of them during this. I don't know exactly which group recorded some of the sounds, but I'm hoping to get audio of that here in the near future. Sam's working on that back channels, And so they got that going on. Further upcreek where the other two hunters were, They're going along this creek and they are elevated above this creek aways not much but enough. They're going along in about ten feet in front of
one of the younger hunters. A rock. It didn't get lobbed, it got fast pitched seventy five mile an hour type splash hit ten feet in front of them. They caught that as weird because they saw it hit the creek. Moments later it happened again. So all these things go down, they have a meetup point. Once they oh make it to the meetup point at a designated time, they all compare notes without giving away their hand. Sam's brother asked him, and everyone starts tallying up what they were dealing with.
And it's creepy to be going along. I asked him. I was like, what are your feelings on that. How did it feel. Sam's brother had stated that he felt like it was more a warning, like, hey, you're getting out of bounds kind of thing. Is the feeling he got because Sam's brother said he looked, he tried looking into these willows, and he said the willow patch that the rock came out of must have been about twenty five yards wide and of course ten twelve foot tall.
But he couldn't see in there. But the two rocks that came flying out, they saw those. As they're comparing notes. That's when the audio came up with the person's cell phone. Just you got to understand it's hard to put in the words when you are out in the woods and you're an experienced woodsman hunter all of that. Something happens when one of these things are around where you don't feel right. You just don't feel right in your spirit. Me personally, when I've dealt with it, same thing, everyone
I've talked to, same thing. Something doesn't feel right. I get a little irritated with the happy go lucky stories that I may hear from every now and then when I glance around YouTube about forest friends and people with an itemized list of they like this, or they don't like that, and that might be in that area, because up here Alaska it's a lot different. Everyone I've talked to that has had an experience here, even without seeing
it visually, all have said the same thing. I was scared something wasn't right from like Brian dow Bar Glacier, perfect example. He didn't see anything but the footsteps alone on the grim. He hasn't gone back out since he doesn't want to. There's various other people, multiple hunters up south of Dinale. They spot caribou moose every year, woop done one brief moment in one year, it all goes away. That's the point of this map that I have on
the website. Yeah it's cool, it's interactive or whatever, but the overall point is for those going into these areas, check it out. You may be a skeptic, non believer, whatever, check it out. You hear something. The standards are whistles, rocks being thrown of various sizes. Olhoots Imitation olhoots are the creepiest because it typically starts with the first alhoot sounding very natural, very real, just standard out, and then after that it usually goes nuts as far as the
obvious imitation of alhoots, obvious imitation of bird whistles. There's a sharp, crisp whistle that I've heard several different times from several different areas. I wish I could catch a recording of it, because it's so sharp and so crisp. I've tried to imitate it several times. I have buddies that are good whistlers. I tried to have them imitated a few times. But these things can whistle in such
a way that is just uncanny. They blend in. If they're not moving, Dude, you're not going to easily pick them up, unless by happenstance you're glancing and make eye contact with it. Are trees move and it doesn't thing that shadow didn't move, and then you fixate on that and then it comes into focus. But these things they blend in seamlessly. So many times I've heard stories of them looking like stumps and then that stump had eyes,
and that stump walked away. Joe he shared that with me, and Geez, can you imagine walking towards and Joe, forgive me, can you imagine walking towards a stop smoking a cigarette? Just bit and all of a sudden, that stump is looking at you. I only giggled so I don't cry, because can you imagine the startle that would be just anyone experiencing it anyway, I want to thank Sam for sharing that experience. Sam, like a lot of other people, shared with a couple of people, got mocked and just
left it alone. Which Sam's not his real name, But I want to thank you for reaching out. I enjoyed the phone conversations. Buddy, you got my number, Feel free to call and whatnot. To all those others who have had experiences and don't really want to share it on the channel or anything, don't hold on to that. Tell somebody it's toxic. It's very toxic to hold that stuff. I'll be sharing an example of that here in the
near future. Again, thank Sam for sharing, and I appreciate talking to his brother and getting multiple perspectives from the same thing. Along that creek. That's this creepy stuff. And again, what do you do with that? If you're out on the field and this stuff happens, what do you do? There's no one to call. You could report it to me or something, but I'm not some official age. And see that's gonna make a move and clear them out
and back them off or anything like that. Anyway, I'll let that go for now, all right, Everyone be safe and whatnot, and i'll catch you on the next one built.