Now one of your pudding. I got a string going on here, something just cause 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 hello, hit somebody out here? What went on out there? Let's thought of a bit of about sixty forty nine. I don't know you see him out there? Yeah, I'm walking right heay.
Oh greetings, thanks for joining me, Fred and Alaska. What I wanted to share with you today comes from a doctor who formerly lived in Anchorage moved out of state not because of this instance, but was around the state for a long time. We'll say Ben Ben Senior. Ben being a doctor accumulating assets, he bought a plane back in nineteen eighty, little Piper cub.
He loved flying it around.
Had to hundred tires, had floats, had all the bells and whistles. When his son, Ben Junior was old enough, approximately ten years old, he started taking him out and about every year, going into the fall, he would take time out a month time, big old block of time to make sure his son had all his time during that time. Because as a doctor, he was all around the state. His hours were just what they were. He was doing his thing.
He was on the grind.
From what Ben Senior said, they decided to go up above the Yukon River a little ways to a place that he just saw on the map that struck his attention.
It's called hell Bent Creek.
It's off the tozine to I'll butcher the pronunciation. So he was teaching his son little things here and there. And they were about two weeks into their journey when they reached Hellbent Creek. Now, when they got there, he found a little place to land. He taxied around. There was a slight breeze from the north, but he said it wasn't so that he felt he couldn't take off. He didn't feel he needed to tie anything down. They
weren't going to be there that long. But him and Ben Junior they go down to this, basically, he said, glorified pond, but it could be considered a lake. I couldn't find a name for it. So what it looked like to me on the map was a flood area from runoff and whatnot. Now him and Ben Junior are walking along this thing, heading due east.
It's open territory.
There's not a whole lot of trees and as far as obscuring the view of nature and all that.
But it's further up north, the trees are smaller. What was there? As they're down.
At this pond, Ben Junior's chucking rocks right, just chucking rocks into the water. Ben Senior was just enjoying the sunlight, watching the sun throw rocks, just enjoying himself. He was just looking around. He liked to paint in his free time, and so he would attempt to just get some scenery pictures here and there and try to paint them later. It was the way he unwound from work and the
death and stuff like that. He had himself a little a thirty five milimeter camera and was taking pictures, and it just so happened. As he was taking pictures, he hears splashing, but out of the corner of his eye he just sees his son sitting down right, and so here's a second splash that seemed different, seemed odd from what he was hearing from his son, And so he turns and looks, and his son's just sitting there looking
off across this pond. He thought, not nuvid. He was like, Oh, maybe I'm just not seeing him throw the rocks, or maybe he's kicking him or something.
Not novid.
He's twenty feet away. He's keeping an eye out. He had a bear gun. He was prepared for whatever. As he was sitting there, he just changed the filming his camera, just tucked everything away back in the bag, and was going down to engage his son and ask him if he wanted to get out of his little fishing pole or maybe fish for trout or something like that. Just
since they were there. He was thinking why not, and his son he asked him while he was squatted down there by the edge of the lake or plond, and his son nodded, yet, yeah, I'll fish, And so he was like, come on, I'm not going to let you out of my son. You can go back to the plane with me. We'll grab that stuff and we'll see if you can catch a fish. So they go grab retrieve the tackle stuff. He puts his camera away because he had already he had just taken pictures of what
he was gonna paint later, just what he did. When they get back down and his son's at the edge of this pond, he gets some lined out and his son was already proficient with his little rotten reel, right and just push button type release. You guys know what I'm talking about as far as fishmen go, the little kid stuff. And his son starts casting away and is
this fishing? And he's not seeing any sign of fish, but he's hopeful maybe it's boil catch something, and just starts just basically he's watching his son enjoy himself, just being a dad, been senior, being a doctor. He really observing, always observing. He notices his son is this for the
most part. He'll cast real in a little ways and then squat down low, and he's staring across this pond, always the same direction, and he's looking across to see if maybe there's wild life, and his son's just observing it. And he said he wasn't seeing anything. He didn't see any streams, dark dots across the way or whatever. He said it maybe was eighty yards across maybe, and he was guestimating. He said he sat there and watched his son repeatedly do this, and he would get his boy's attention.
He'd reel in, have some this little mossy grass stuff on his hook and have to take it off or whatever, and cast again. But he said his son was not doing the fishing thing. He would cast, he would reel in, and as soon as he felt he wasn't being watched, he would squat down and just stare across the pond and let his hook sink to the bottom and get all entangled and stuff. And so his dad, Ben Senior finally gets closer to him and goes, hey, you're not
fishing much. We could put it away. It's no big deal. Are you getting tired? I started seeing if he was hungry, tired or whatever. Ben Junior just shaking his head, no, still looking across the pond, and he asked him, what are you looking at? You see any caribou over there? You see a bear. What are you see? And he goes, he's over there, you see him. He's in the brush, and he keeps popping up, and he keeps looking at me. Ben Senior's watching nothing, nothing, not noticing anything, and thought,
maybe his son's imagination. Now in the wild, He's just figured, my boy's just using his imagination, no, biggie, because he's constantly looking around for bears or any kind of threat. Because he didn't want any trouble for his son or them to be in any real danger. It was dangerous enough flying from what Ben.
Senior was saying. So this goes on for a while.
The fishing thing was a bus because his son wasn't really doing it. So he goes, come on, son, let's go put your fishing stuff up. Maybe we'll grab our lunch out of the plane and we'll just sit down here and have lunch. And Ben Junior's okay, dad. So they go back and on the walk back to the plane, which is like not even one hundred yards away, Ben Junior keeps telling his dad about there's a man across the pond. He keeps poking his head out of the
brush and looking at me. Ben Senior just going along. Says, oh, yeah, what is he doing? He goes, we're just staring at each other, or you're just staring at each other. Why not wave at him? He goes, I tried once, but he didn't wave back. He just kept staring at me. They put the stuff up, and he says, they get the launch and stuff, and he hears this weird sharp whistle from behind them the direction they just came from this little pond area where they were just at real sharp,
real loud, but it was short. It startled him because it was so loud. What was that? He thought maybe it was a bird of some kind and he never heard before, maybe something weird like that. Because of just how high pitched it was, he wasn't thinking of anything large.
He said.
It sounded powerful, but he's heard seagulls close by squawk and that kind of stuff, and it can get pretty loud. So those curiosity is sparked and they grab their lunch stuff, thinking nothing of it. They go back over near where they were initially with the fishing, just a little closer in line with the plane, and he said, as his boy was eating, he was like, can I offer some to the man across over there, and he goes which man and his boy keeps pointing over to these bushes,
and Ben Senior is not seeing anything. He asked his son, why do you want to share your lunch with that man over there?
I don't see that man over there? Where is he at? He goes, he's over there. He keeps staring at me. Again.
He just chalked it up to okay, he's going to run with this imaginary man across the way staring at me. Right, continues eating his lunch, and he's encouraging his son to, hey, eat up, you're going to be hungry later. It's going to be a couple hours before I'm able to make dinner, So get to eating. So some said fine, and he's eating away. A good amount of time's gone by, he said.
It had probably been a couple hours since they landed, and everything from the fishing and then eating lunch stuff and just looking around or whatever.
He said.
Just as he got done with his lunch, Ben Junior was almost done with his lunch. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees his son point and wave right, and he's half paying attention because he's just on that period thing where oh, it's an imaginary thing. As he was just dismissing it mentally, he notices a big dark spot up in the brush across that pond. Immediately it
got his attention. He looks across and he sees what his son's been seeing, right, And he said that where this thing was popping up out of the brush, it was just back from the pond's edge and the brush, the dirt and stuff over there. This thing blended in so well. Had it not popped up, he would have never seen it. But once he saw it, he couldn't unsee it.
It was there.
So he's observing and he goes, is that the man? Is that the man you're talking about? And his son's like, yeah, that's him over there. He was a kid.
He didn't realize anything was off. He's just a kid.
So he goes, son, wrap up your lunch, because Ben Senior cannot see this thing fully. It's just a dark spot that's popping up every now and then again, probably about eighty yards, and he's not seeing a whole lot of it, right. He goes, son, let's get this wrapped up. He was getting a sink and feeling right. He said he felt like they weren't supposed to be there, Like, he got an overwhelming sense of they're just not where they should be.
They should leave.
So he's encouraging his son, finish up your lunch because he didn't want to spook his boy and make him scared of the outdoors because he didn't even know what that was across the way. So his son says, okay, Dad, he finishes up. Had a bit of a sandwich left and stuff to back in the baggie, right, he goes, no big deal, just put it in your lunchbox or whatever. His son at that time had one of those little metal, incredible Hulk lunch boxes. Right, We've all seen him. I've
had one. Actually put his strmus in there and stuff and all that kind of stuff. And he's latching it up, and he turns around and he starts walking past Ben Senior. And as his son is walking past him, because he's still sitting down watching this dark spot, this thing fully stands up right, and immediately he's holy shit, because this was obviously not just a brown dot. He said, it
was man like in appearance. It had two arms, two legs, and when his sun started walking away, this thing stood up and started moving around the pond towards where hell Bent Creek starts. From this pond, he zig zagging back up into the mountains. He said, this thing started moving a round and it was moving quickly, and it looked like it was coming around the pond to their side of it, right, which it had a little ways to go to the end of the pond. Then it had
to hook around and come back over. But it's a narrow pond. And so immediately he jumps up, he grabs his stuff and says, all right, it's on, hurry up, let's go. Didn't want to scare the sun gets over there. He had stuff he had to do. He had to
warm up the engine and stuff like this. So he tucked his son in the back, put the earmuffs on him, and put the thing on him, and he goes practice calling out local air traffic whatever, just to warn him that we're going to be taken off soon, right, because he gets his boy in, gets him set up, gets into the front seat, and that's when he's telling his son to practice calling out because he was trying to keep him distracted from whatever was going on down by
that pond. It's a little bit of a drop. They were up on a rise where they were eating. Ben Seniors said it was about ten fifteen foot drop, but it was sloped down gradual.
And so he's got.
The engine fired up, it's doing this warm up thing. He's looking around, he's not seeing anything. But in the ear muffs he hears his son saying, oh, there's the man. Waved to him, Dad, wave to him. He's over there. And so he's looking off in the.
Direction of the pond, right, and he goes, I don't see him. Soon, I don't see him.
Son.
He goes, he's right there.
He's right there, and he can't see where Little Ben Junior's pointing. He's got a prop going. You got to keep this in mind. This plane is fired up and it's warming up, right, it's not quiet. Anyone been around a piper cup, they're not quiet. So Ben Senior's looking off to his right. It's not seeing anything. And then finally his son reaches over the seat and taps him
and points off to the left. Then Senior said, he turned and looked, and this thing was squatted down, almost like a football running back or linebacker, at about forty five feet off the end.
Of the wing.
Looking at his son, just staring. He said it creeped him out. He still had some warming up with the engine to do. But he immediately reached back behind his boy because he had slid the shotgun for bear back into a little scabbard that sat back, running along the back seat where his son was.
Because you don't need it flying. So he scrambles back.
He grabs that shotgun, pulls it, opens up the door on his side and drops the lower door. Because the engine still warming up, he's got a little bit to wait for it running temperature so he can take off. And so he's holding a shotgun out the door of the super cup, looking off his wing at this thing. And this thing was unfazed. It was just staring at his son.
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He said that it had a black face. It looked shiny. This is middle of the day, you know what I mean, middle of the day. The sun was out, it was clear. He said, it looked greasy. Couldn't tell much as far as the finer features because ask him if the face was wrinkly or not or whatever. He said not that
he could overly tell too much. He could tell it was squinting his eyes at times, because again, this is forty five feet off the end of the wing, so less than sixty feet away, and he's trying his best to hold it together while the plane warms up, and he's just like laser focused on this thing. He said, its sneeze looked like they were calloused from being on them or something like that. He said, the hands looked weird, not the first time I've heard it. The thumb was
set back differently. This thing would periodically push off to the side, lean over with its arm extended out, leaning and looking and just the whole time staring at his son. It gets warm enough for him to take off. He basically slides the shotgun beside him, make sure the safety's on, and it's running back along the other side door to his right into the back area where the muzzle was past his son, so his son wasn't in any danger
or whatever. Shut his doors, taxied around. The direction of the wind was where this.
Thing was right.
It was upwind of them, and so he's listenings in the freaking way, and so he taxies more off to his left. Once he turns around in the plane, taxis off more to the left, turns the direction of this thing, and this thing is still squatted. It's off to his right at about two o'clock position off his wing or whatever, off to the right, and he's worried.
He doesn't know what this thing's gonna do.
But he powers up, starts bouncing along to get the air speed to take off. He's got his alerons all the way out and stuff so he can get the wind to take off. And he said he was so fricking worried this thing was going to jump up and try to grab his wing as it went by. I asked him, why didn't you go further away from it? And the train didn't allow for him to do that.
He would have been all sorts of jacked up trying to take off on a small slope or whatever, because he would have been pitched to the side versus flat. And so luckily he got enough airspeed past this. Saying it, he said, the whole time it just sat there, it was just staring at his son. When the thrust of the motor in the air from the prop hitted it, do this number. Because he was looking glanced back often.
He took off.
He said, he flew about a half mile, gaining altitude, and turned around and came back just to look again because he was so in shock of what he was seeing. And Ben Junior was like, wave to the man, Wave to the man. Because when they flew back over, it was back at the pond, squatted down smelling the ground where his son had been standing fishing.
He said.
Watching that thing looking like it was sniffing the ground, inspecting everything where his son had been standing, gave him the fricking creeps, he said, seem aggressive. It didn't seem like it was out to get him in any way. It just seemed like it was very focused.
On his boy. No, I ain't going to have any of that.
He'll focused on my kids, which I totally understand. I want to thank Ben Senior. He had sent me the email a while back. I encourage him to give me a call because I won't share an email unless I talk to the people, so I can get all those little nuances of the story to better share with you guys and give them more accurate oral history of what had happened. After reassuring him of various other professionals in his field and law enforcement, military and all that. I
don't share names. If people want to share their name, that's on them. Hey cool, I'll do that. Other than that, I don't throw anyone under the bus. Again, I'm want to thank him. I want to thank him for having to trust in me to share that I'm not going to dox you or anything like that. I also want to thank his son. I had a brief talk with
Ben Junior. He was ten at the time, so it was quite a while ago and his memory of it had faded, but the bits and pieces that he did remember, he just said I asked him how to feel, which is real hard for that much time and being so young to really grasp at the time because he's just a kid and kids and their imaginations and whatnot.
But I asked him.
I was like, what was your overwhelming feeling with this thing constantly staring at you? And Ben Junior said he felt annoyed that this thing kept staring at him. He was like, I remember thinking I was trying to fish and I'm being stared at. I don't like to be stared at that kind of thing. So I appreciate him and his time, even though it was brief and he didn't really have a whole lot to add to it
other than answering that brief question or whatever. But I thank them both for reaching out sharing that with us. What I wanted to share with you today comes from It was by request an unspecified village, a young lady reached out early twenties, well named Rishiloh. She and one of her little cousins, another female in this particular area.
They were going last year to check on how the berry patches were coming, along as an excuse to get away from the daily grind and chores of putting up fish and all the stuff we do in the village. So they took it as an excuse to one look for berries, which you're never wasting time there and basically get a break from all the younger kids and whatnot. Right, so Charlotte's going along her little cousin stop at the first patch at Tandra, and they're in between. They're out
in the tundra. There's probably she guestimated it, very intelligent young lady, about two miles between tree lines, so away far tree line and a way far tree line. They were damn near dead center of them, wide open. All that was there was like an old wagon wheel trail of four wheeler track, just one trail. They stopped at the first batch and they were looking a round. Then she noticed that all the little berry bushes, the blackberries and stuff looked already picked it plucked, not even forming
or anything. Only a few. Most of them were not ready. They were way too green. But she knows there was a bunch missing, and she just thought it was odd, like they should be developing, and it looks like they'd been picked out, because obviously she would know what picked out area berries.
Looks like, it's what we do.
So they continue on down this path for about a quarter mile, give her take. She was spitballing into gestimation. And they get to another spot and they're looking around, and her little cousin, a female, went to the opposite side to check, and she gets about thirty yards away, and so does Shiloh. Go on the opposite direction off this trail because it's like a big horseshoe, and they were just at the apex of the horseshoe. Basically it would be probably eleven thirty on the clock, so to speak.
So she goes off thirty forty yards, just glancing down at the tuns. You're looking at the condition of the barries and stuff, and this area didn't look all picked out, so she was just gauging. Picked a salmon berry was still it wasn't right yet, but she picked it anyway, just to get a little taste of it. So they're sitting there and time is going by. They're dinking around. Their eyes are down that everyone while should look around
keeping out for bears. They had the rifle holder on the front of the four wheeler with the shotgun on it.
Smart they're ready in case anything happened.
She said her uncle was very intent on every kid knew how to use the shotgun, load the shotgun. Every time they left the village. That shuckun had to be on the four wheeler, otherwise they did not leave the village, which is good in my opinion. Kids should know how to properly handle a fire arm in the correct context, not just willy nilly. So anyway, ker little cousin she
found a really good patch. So she goes and joints her cousin, which would be let's call it the south side of the big looping arch of a horseshoe shaped four wheeler trail that they used to get back to their berry picking spots, right, because they only allowed the one trail, so it wasn't tearing up all the tundra because this was prime berry patch, very big berry patch. So she joins her little cousin. They're sitting there. Her
little cousin's picking a few of the blackberries. They are still a little not quite ripe, but she's just getting a taste of them. You've got to understand, this is in the early fall. Nothing's quite ripe. They're just scouting basically. So they sit there, they're playing around, laughing and joking. She was early twenties. She's just playing with the little cousin, just giggling, laughing about silliness that girls.
Do you know?
Her words? Not mine, So, ladies, I'm not mocking it.
So as they're talking, her little cousin had a string, and they're playing this little game with the string where you put your fingers tough and you make all sorts of different which is broom and all this other stuff. Right, they were thinking around, just no worries in the world. They're in open tunsa. They can see something coming for literally a mile in each direction. She would look around every once in a while nothing, So they're playing this
little string game for a little bit. As they're wrapping up being in that area, they get back over the four wheeler and they're gonna they got a couple more spots to check to bring back a full report. They didn't want to go back home with half the information at their ass to gather, so they continued down a little further, so it would be approximately about the one one thirty area on this horseshe if we're looking at
it as a clock. So they've already made it most of the way, do this loop and again flat tundra. You got the divots and stuff in the tundra, but it's wide open. There's not even scrub brushing there.
And at the.
Far far end it's a little bit of marsh before it reached the black spruce. So they heard ducks and stuff taken off, So they were watching the ducks for a little bit. It was just around the time of year where the ducks are starting to fly out. They watched the ducks take off and circle around land again, take off, circle around land again. They saw a couple of Canadian geese and they're basically just wildlife watching and checking for berries.
What more could you ask?
She said, it was super peaceful. The sun was out, it wasn't cold, but it wasn't overly hot. It was just perfect condition for just relaxation. Again, they are literally sitting on a four wheeler, looking around them in all directions, black tundra, nothing there. They fire up the four wheeler. They're going down the trail out of nowhere. About fifty yards off to their left hand side, there's this big, hulking figure, approximately nine foot tall at least. She was
trying to be conservative. She was like, it's a big frickin monstery. But the thing of it is that this thing was doing this motion motioning towards them, and she said it was almost like she fell into a trance. She said, in that moment, she felt peace. She felt like her upper her grandpa was calling her over. It was that kind of feeling she was getting from this
thing again, this single four wheeler trail with ruts. Order to go towards that thing, she had to go over these bumps to turn away from the trail, and as she did that, she bumped her knee and hit it pretty hard in a jarring motion. When they were gone, over the little bumps, and it snapped her out of this trance that she had, and immediately she made eye contact with this thing, she said. The facial complexion was
a milky gray, very wrinkly pitch black eyes. The sun was behind them, so this thing was fully lit up right there about fifty yards, she guestimated. And now they're pointing straight at it. It's not moving, it's just gently doing this motion like this. She's out of that trance, and she immediately recognized was overcome that she had been fooled. Something was tricking her mind. These are her words, not mine.
Something was tricking her mind into thinking that this creature was their friend, initially until she bumped her knee, and that snapped her out of it, she said. In that moment, the realization of what was happening was so overwhelming to her. Immediately she had tears streaming, and of course she banked back up onto the trail and hauled ass right. She went and grabbed one of her older cousins that was
the only one around. Everyone else jumped on a skip from they were doing stuff outside of the village while they'd been gone, and so there was just one older cousin, a male, and they got her young cousin into the house, doors locked, all that stuff. Don't answer the doortll we get back her and her older male cousin went back out that way. When they get back out to where it had gone down or whatever, they had no cameras
or anything like that. She just recently got a cell phone when she moved away from the village, so there was no portable cameras. I asked because there was big, heavy, deep impressions. She said it was very reminiscent of the pictures Vincent Wassley sent with the tungeer broken with the foot imprint. Older cousin was just, ah, geez, yeah, because at first he thought they were just being silly little girls.
Maybe a bear was there. They got startled. He was looking for reasoning to dismiss the girls because they were silly girls, and he was obviously wrong, because I've talked to this she's very sharp.
And they get there.
He pops the shotgun out of the holder and they go over and she shows them where the tracks are and they look and they see the tracks going in a straight line and standard right one in front of the other. They weren't offset, and it literally went back towards that pond. Now that pond was a distance away because they could barely see it as a sliver at the distance when the ducks were taken off and flying around just earlier. So they decide they got the gun.
She's got a male companion with her to go and check it out. He was curious, she was terrified. She kept telling them, I told you, I'm telling the truth.
Let's go. Let's go. Let's not be right here, Let's go. He goes, no, let's follow.
Um, go see this thing for myself so I could say I saw it and not just have it a track in the ground.
She said.
He was a little older, so that would make him going into the late twenties. So they start walking, and she didn't want to be alone, so she's stuck by him. He had the gun in a hard head to go and check this situation out.
They walked. They followed the track.
She said she had to take four steps to equal one stride length of this thing. She said, she's five foot seven, used to run cross country, so she was used to taking longer steps and whatnot. She said it was four of hers compared to the one her older cousin. The further they got away from the four wheeler trail, the more nervous he got. So they got about, she said,
one hundred yards from the four wheeler. When across that pond away they saw this dark figure standing there and it's doing this number really hard, swaying back and forth really hard, and stay tuned for more sasquatch out to see.
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So her cousin spots it just as she spots it, and he starts waving his hands up with the shot in his hand. Hey over here, trying to get its attention because this thing was it was focused on them, but it was it just kept swaying, so he was like, okay, I see it. That's the hairy man or whatever. They start going back towards the four wheeler. As every few steps, her cousin was looking back to make sure they weren't
being followed. But the problem was every time he looked back, it was in a different position, coming towards them and covering ground rather quickly. So he got her to start running and he started running. They got back to the four wheeler when they jumped on and he put the shotgun in the holder. This thing was within one hundred yards already and closing in on them very fast. He fired up the four wheeler, had it running in there, and he felt this thing was just coming, beelining for him.
So he pulled the shotgun back out and fired around in the air, racked another shell in, and when he shot into the air, this thing did a tumble and then tumbled again, then took off on all fours, heading about approximately three quarters of a mile to the tree line, to the opposite side of this huge opening of tundra.
And so they're in awe.
He feels safer now because it's running away, the four wheelers running. She's looking all around for any other ones, just for me. The thought of how quickly these things move, right, because this thing, they said, it did not stop. It hit the tree line, they heard some crashing obviously at a distance was just gone disappeared. So they look around a little more, go back, talk to her little cousin.
When the other folks came back, the older cousin went with other males from the village and they went out. If anyone else knows what I'm talking about, I'm keeping shows not a real name. I'm not naming the village, but she said there was several others part of this, So if you are one of those, please reach out. I can't use her real name of soap any others from this particular area. If this sounds familiar and you were a part of that, please speak out. So they
go back with all the older males. Right, he takes them right to where this thing went into the trees. They paired up in groups of two. There was approximately eight of them, So there's four little groups all armed looking to not to kill it, but to make it clear it can't come.
They wanted it to feel unwelcome.
Right, because the way they viewed it, this thing was awfully freaking friendly and awfully open daylight to keep accosting younger people, and they weren't going to have it. So they hit the trees and they break up into their teams, safety buddy and whatnot. They got to the backside of that tree line and there are some smaller marshes with little islands of spruce and stuff.
Right.
What I mean by an island of spruce is you'll have a bunch of muskeg and tundrau and swampy areas and they'll be just like a little island of black spruce streets, and a lot of them are dwarfed out from all the alkaline and stuff. They had all these little patches here and there, and they were checking, never being thorough once they got to the tree line, because it was easy to follow the tracks to the tree line. But then once it hit the tree line, it was
broken up. And how it was moving it was what was told to me. It was sporadic, how it was going through the trees. I don't know, if it was to lose the trail whatever, I don't know. All speculation. So they're on the back side and when they were at the edge of this tree line, they're looking out across the muskeg on the opposite side to see if it had continued, and they noticed some spots that they
assumed were its tracks still going away. So they they are like, they were happy that it was gone, like out of the area and still moving away. So they felt safe enough and they retreated back. Shiloh said that two weeks later, three weeks later, someone had some late smoked salmon hanging that they had not tended to. They were busy doing other things and they just hadn't quite tended to their smoked salmon in their smokehouse, and their particular house is right at the edge of the village.
The smokehouse mysteriously was knocked down. It didn't look damaged, it just looked like it was pushed over almost right. All the salmon gone. There was some tracks seen, but the person who saw the tracks was a younger kid that thought they were bear tracks. Ran told someone, and I saw bear tracks. Oh, okay, it makes sense, they envisioned. They thought nothing of the Hairyman. They thought a bear pushed it over, being a brute, just pushed it over
and took the fish. So they were upset about that. Now they hadn't forgot the Harryman thing, but it wasn't fresh on their mind. It was a few weeks later. So the kid that found it knocked over whatever, went and told his dad. I grabbed his bear gun and went and tracked this thing aways. He got approximately three hundred yards from the village proper where they were at on this little game trail, and he was coming up to where the trail entered the black spruce and the willows,
and immediately he felt something. It never felt before a very unnatural fear that compelled him to state. What was told to me is this guy knelt down and was just trying to find what he felt was what he felt like he's being watched, and he was trying to discern where is he being watched from. As he's doing so, he noticed his movement. This is big movement in the trees, and he thought, God, that's too big to be a bear. They weren't used to bears that big in there. Big
bear is in the area, but not that big. So from what this guy says, this think came out and he's less than thirty yards from this tree line. This thing comes out and it has a handful of salmon strips. But these salmon strips are approximately eighteen to twenty two inches long each and they were just looking like little pieces of grass sticking out on each end of this thing's big hand. The guy immediately got the hell out of there. From what I understand, that was the last sighting.
That was the last experience. Then this is just last year, last fall. There hasn't been anything since. She just moved away from the village February ish and is currently an anchorage. I want to thank Shiloh very much for reaching out. A very bright young lady, very concise in what she was talking about. She knew distance it, all of it. Very sharp girl. I want to thank her for reaching out sharing that with me. I was asking, can you reach out to you who else you know was there
and see if they'd be wanting to talk. She said she would, but she also requested that I make three quess so if anyone from this situation and it sounds familiar, please reach out. She wasn't gonna throw anyone under the bus. She was willing to give me names, and I told her just hold on to those, Just hold on to that, and I'll keep you anonymous. Again, thank you Shiloh for sharing. We'll catch you guys on the next one.