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something prowling around out here. Did you see what it was? Or was it was? Standing up? 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 the boddy out here, Quinn, I'm out there. I thought of a bitch of about tech forty nine. I don't know he's he announce there. Yeah, I'm bulking right head. He didn't.
Thanks so much for joining me for the show. What You're about to hear is the first episode of a series of these amazing stories that Fred is going to share from Alaska. Fred was a guest on the show last week, and he had some really compelling experiences while he was out in the bush in Alaska. You remember his story about being in the cabin with his cousin and his elder where they ended up having to shoot their way out of this situation
with the sasquatch surrounding the cabin. In addition to his own experiences, Fred collects experiences and encounters from other people all over Alaska. He has a YouTube channel called Subarctic Alaska Sasquatch where he shares these amazing encounters. So each week, I'm going to handpick some of these amazing stories and Fred is going to share them with you here on the show. To highlight these amazing encounters and get them out there for everybody to hear. I have a link right here
in the show notes to Fred's YouTube channel. Make sure you go over there and check that out. He's got tons of videos over there, and he is an amazing storyteller. So I think you guys are really going to enjoy this series. So, without further ado, let's kick it over to Fred and let you hear these first two amazing encounters. This is Fred and Alaska carry On tribal member from Dillingham, Alaska. I wanted to share an experience
that happened to us on the Newshghak River. It was in nineteen ninety four. There was four of us. We all went up. It was just above ported. We went to jim Slough, a little place off the east side of the Newshagak River. Those from Bristol Bay know where I'm talking about, especially those who may live in Dillingham. It was into July. There was a series of occurrences that happened leading up to this. The first one was we went to check out a beaver pond, Me and my buddy Rudy
from Seattle. Also a buddy of mine who's now deceased, Michael Arf. He was there, missa guy rist in peace. Michael. We went to the spot up by Snake Lake in Dillingham. I'm a Mountain China cap. He wanted to show us the biggest beaver we ever seen, and we're giving him crap. Mike with the big beaver. Anyway, we're guys, we're young, and we get up out there. It was blocked off, but they started putting a burm up so four by fours wouldn't tear up the tundra
patch up there and the prime berry picking in that spot. We parked him. Were walking through, and Rudy's a city boy, six foot two, Filipino mixed guy, a real city boy, dressed street urban. We're giving him crap about being a city boy and he get lost in the woods type of thing. This guy stuffed. It was a real light afternoon, very light. We were kicking along and Rudy wanted to prove himself. He said, I'm going to take the lead. I'm like, okay, great,
go ahead, city boys. Show us the way where we're going. This path cuts through a bunch of alders and it's like a covered walkway. They looked like three or four foot tall from the road, but in actuality they're like twelve foot tall. Alderbrush and willows just blowing around. So we get kicking on back in through there. As we're going along, Rudy started getting ahead of us a little bit. We were all heavily armed, we were young and cocky. We had the business with us, so we thought.
And as this trail breaks into the open, the path is deeply rooted in the tundra. There's no mistake in getting off the path. And there's a slight slope to our right that goes up to a line of trees that cuts down going towards the Muskeg black spruce, willow alders, things of this nature. And as we were kicking up down that trail, Rudy had broke through on the trail before us, and we're coming in behind him talking smack.
All of a sudden we noticed he was stopped and looking straight down at his feet, and we noticed there was a six foot eight inch round log right at his feet. And being a small I was like, oh, Rudy, it's not like the city, bro, there's no doorknob to turn. You got to step over those Just giving him crap. We get up to him and me and Michael were both giving it to him, both barrels,
just trashing him about being a city boy, and to mock him. I walked around him and stepped over the log and said and looked at him and I said, see, Rudy, this is how you do it. Step over the log, buddy. And I was being a total jerk, but the look on his face, he was like, that just fell at my feet. That's why I stopped. It fell at my feet, and he was dead. Seriously, I've never seen him freaked out like that. He said, it dropped straight down in front of him. Me and Michael immediately
looked for a rotted tree that fell. There wasn't one. Michael pointed out, hey, it's dead quiet. Something mat right, We shouldn't be here, and I definitely agreed because it was very odd to all of a sudden this and Rudy was at himant He said it like dropped just straight down. It was the damnedest thing, and he couldn't wrap his mind around it. He was really it touched him. It really bothered him. These series of things caused him to never want to come back to Alaska. We get out
of there, it was dead quiet. We didn't visually see anything. This got on this creepy feeling, went with our guts on it, and when we got back to the truck, it's like a little half moon turnaround. When we get to the truck, the winds picking up pretty good. At this point, we're all in this little single cab tote of the truck with those who knew Michael Murphy know the little white toyod I'm talking about. I was in the middle and Rudy was in the passenger seat, and the parking
brake was down low on the driver's side. When Michael reached down, he had started to rig and reached out and unlock that. We were just starting to itch forward because of the stick shift over those olders. That same log that fell in front of Rudy came flying over those trees and landed in front of the truck. But we hauled ass out of there. Very creepy. Michael was telling us it was a hairy man. At this point in my life, I'd seen the hairy man scream, run away, throw stuff,
that kind of thing, but things seemed different. The log throwing. That's not really uncommon, seeing them up root trees and stabbing in the ground with the roof balls up, but there was just something different in the air. So anyway, we got out of there. Two days later, hear this noise on my roof and we're trying to figure out what the hell is that we're renting from the Walls there in Dillingham, and their old little house was just up from Squaw Creek, up on a little knoll and a single sided
roof, real small little place. We hear this walking and it wasn't like stop step, it was more like weight being applied. And then lifted, applied lifted, sort of like, what the hell grab guns? Of course, we're Alaskans. Run outside to look up on this roof and there was nothing there, but about twenty yards away there was a birch tree and a couple other trees just swaying hard like something heavy was on them. Heard some cracking, and then heard a thump on the ground, and then heard the
thump of something running away. We had no visual on either of those two. This happened looked in two days of each other, so the creep factor was definitely going up. Michael had the idea, let's go up the Nishgek River. Let's go up to jim Slough to the old cabin. Check it out. See what's happening up that way, do some fishing, See if there's some harbor seals still chasing salmon up there. We're like, all right,
you want to see if there's a harbor seal there or whatever. That's pretty far up river for a harbor seal, not unheard of, but far so. We're like, yeah, bet, let's go. We were adventurous. Hey, let's do this. We fuel up and we head out. I was just recently married. For the first time, and my wife had to work, so I left her there. Yeah, I was young and dumb. We're out here, We're gonna go play in the trees. So we take off and we make it up to Jim's Slough in half a day,
three quarters of a day, dicking around fishing on the way. A Jim Slough cuts up next to the east side of the bank. The sleu cuts up and in and there's an old, dilapidated cabin off on your right. We decided we're gonna go see if there's some old melting glass, because the old timers had that glass. It looks like it's melting and it's cool but whatever, So we're gonna go inspect that, and of course we're armed. It bears everywhere. So we walk on over there and Rudy's still sitting
in the skiff, and we had someone else with us. I'm trying to remember, it'll come to me, but there's four of us, Me and Michael, Rudy and the other person. I The name slips me. It's been quite a few years since nineteen ninety four when this happened. So we get over to this cabin and me and Michael are looking around. Everything's broken, there's really nothing to find. The scream bellows down the river. It sounded like it was a mile away, but still sounded really close, this
long bellowing on multiple octaves. It was obviously a Harry Matt. There was no mistaking. Most don't make that called. Bears don't, coyotes don't that. The wolves, don't even porcupines fighting, or rabbits screaming, nothing remotely near it. So we're immediately nervous. So we go back out to the skiff and we figured, you know what, we're in a skiff. We're gonna rip up river and see if we can see this thing. We get over to the skiff and it wasn't starting. There's something wrong with one of
the valves or one of the cylinder or something. It wasn't firing right. It wasn't firing on both lungs, just out of the blue, which was real mind boggling because I know Michael had just bought that out board the year before, forty Horsey Army a Yama. We tend to it, we're looking at it. Finally get it started. Now during dealing with this outboard, we totally spaced the scream it's not uncommon to hear those kind of things.
However, we heard another scream. This one was closer and right across the river, and this is what caused my buddy Rudy to never want to come back to Alaska. As we were looking across the river, trying to look into the shadows because on the east side there the sun was in our eyes. From the west side, it was still pretty high in the sky, but everything was silhouetted on the other side of the river bank. The creep factor was a ten, just because we couldn't see it, but we could
hear it. That thing was thrashing, banging and making a ruckus. It was very creepy. So this thing comes out had to have been eight and a half nine foot tall, kind of chromagnan old Indian looking in the face, with a flat nose, flattened down ash gray. The hair looked like Jimmy Superfly snooka that wrestler how his hair used to go all over like that, but a little shorter, and the thing was massively muscular. This thing screamed, broke a tree, threw part of it into the New she River,
and this thing was staring right at Rudy. Now, Rudy at this point is holding a gun and shaking. This dude's six' to two martial artists. I've seen him street fight. Dude ain't no punk. He's not as sissy or none of that. He was shaking. I was nervous only because this thing was huge right over there and we're having outboard problems. It screamed, looked at him. It was almost like it was focused on him. It was weird because I walked down the slew a little waist to get
a better aim at this thing. We're contemplating shooting. We were young, we're guys. This thing screaming at us. It continues, Hey, we're going to put it down. It didn't work out like that. We didn't even get shots off. The other guy that was with us, I can't remember his name. He got to fix something with an idling tension or screw or something. He did some adjustment on the outboard and so he got it fired up. Our attention changed from staring at this thing across the river screaming
at Rudy to get an hell out of there. Now we were backing out the sleugh All eyes were on this thing. The other guy that was with us. Man, it's slipping me. I'll remember it at some point, but he was on point with the business getting us out of there. Us three, Me and Michael and Rudy, we were eyes on this thing as we're backing up into the main channel to get turned around. Was going along the bank, swinging like on the bank from one tree to another to come
and stay parallel with us across the river. It wanted to come over. It was a deep part of the channel. I think it could have easily got across there. I don't know why it didn't. So it's just making these weird noises, click popping sounds and imitating an alphood. We're watching this thing do this. Rudy was beyond freaked out. He was a dark Filipino guy. He was pale, white, shaking like the leaf. And me and Michael are like, calm down, we're getting out of here. It's
not going to follow us back to day telling him. Because of that instance, within two days, Rudy was on a plane back to Seattle. It freaked us out too, don't get me wrong, but it wasn't the first time we had something screaming at us from the woods and throwing stuff. It just wasn't again, are they our friends? I haven't seen it. We did nothing aggressive when we got there. We just pulled into the slow,
jumped out, and walked over to a dilapidated cabin. We weren't even firing off guns or picking the berries that were around, none of that stuff. This thing made its business to come at us again. What do you do with that? How do you make friends with something that stone shit at you and doesn't want to be your friend? I don't know, but thanks for listening to Fred and Alaska y'all have a good one here to share an experience with you. That was email room in moved by a guy named Jason.
He wanted to remain anonymous, but agreed to let lose his name. He might be back up this coming fall and possibly do one on one in review about the situation. This encounter happened fall of last year, or south of the De Nali Highway. He had been on a hunting trip with the college buddy he was up visiting, and after the trip he enjoyed himself so much in Alaska, so much he decided I had my wife flying my coo. Young boys up seven and nine and would give him some basics on camping.
Yeah, it's a great thing. It took a few days to organize, so it was roughly about a week, he said. After a hunting season had ended. A lot of the masses were gone, the ones that really show up and go at it for all the time they have huntings. The crowds were down. His kid made it, and they had planned on just a couple of nights just to get them familiar with camping and setting up camp and all the hardships of being in a remote a asket. It's different than
you think. His college buddy had the spare fence, and so he was extra protective of his boys and was worried about all the gut piles out in the woods and brought that little protective bear fence, which is an electrical fence hooked up to a battery. In essence, it's a small bit of a
protective barrier around your campsite, especially with kids there and whatnot. So their first day there, he borrowed his buddy side by side a little Polaris razor or whatever it happened to have been, and he gets his boys back in there, and his college buddy's going to join him in like a day or two to check on him. Their first day was uneventful. They went out ripping around on the players, had a great time. By the time they got back that night, the boys were beat. They're not used to all
the fresh air. They were living in the city somewhere down forty eight. So they get everything set up, and he was carrying the load because they were obviously tired and just beat. And he said it was weird. It kept getting real quiet, and then the birds the trip again a little while later, and he thought it was odd, but he figured maybe it was some coyotes or a wolf, you know, running around or whatever. So it gets dark. I had a good campfire going and the boys ate and
they were already asleep. He watched the fire a little bit and goes back in onto his cot and he laid there and he was contemplating what he was going to show the boys tomorrow, show him how to operate a chainsaw, and just various outdoor activities that they weren't going to learn where they were. So as he's land there contemplating these things, he hears something hit the tent and he figured, oh, it must be a leap or twig falling off
the tree. Periodically, he was hearing this little tick against the tent. Now where they were was south of the south of the Dannali Highway, down off the north fork of the Golcana River, a very popular spot. Lots of people go there every year to get their hunting, their caribou, their moose. Where he was at was just across. Anyone who's been there knows when you come up to the north fork of the Goulcanon you got to drop down this bluff and it's steep, so if you're not familiar with an ATV,
you can easily wreck going down this scene. But he had been there before and they navigated it just flye and once they got across, they found a perfect little spot to set up camp, which was out in the clearing but near some trees enough for him to have a nice perimeter of that their fence up. He's trying to figure out, I don't feel the wind blowing against the tent. What's knocking this stuff onto the tent. It's sporadic. It's not a constant. It just every once in a while he would hear
something ticked against the fabrica of the tent. He just off to sleep and he hears a loud snap that wakes him up. He wasn't sure what time that was, but the snap he woke up to, he just looked around. Everything was quiet, His boys were sleeping, and he felt nothing out of place, so he drifted off back to sleep. He said he wasn't sure how much time had passed from the cracking to when something off in the
distance started howling caught his attention. He said it was very distinct. It was like a howl scream, like a woman being murdered, but with a bear growl incorporated into it. With his words not mine, I asked him, can you elaborate on that? What was it just one constant or was it a constant with two octaves? What was going on with that? And he said it was on two different octaves. It was high pitched along with this bellowing growl going on at the same time. You got kids there,
That kind of creep you out. But anyway, so he's immediately concerned. He has protection, he's got his kids there. He's in remote Alaska. Of course, he's got his hunting rifle and what have you, and a handgun. And he figured, okay, we're in the wild. This is where you can hear these sounds. And he thought nothing of it because he's really not from Alaska. Had he been, he write a non typically only one thing makes that kind of noise. Stay tuned for more sasquatch out to
sea. We'll be right back after these messages. The crack goes on. How happens, and he's concerned about the howl, but it's not close enough to really raise alarm. It had been about twenty twenty five minutes. He said. He was laying there and just starting to drift back to sleep when there's another crack and a closer howl. With how closely the two sounds were,
he said they were within moments of each other. There was a crack, and then it was like a howl not too far away, but facing a different direction, making the howling sound very concerning two young children in the tent. He's not having it. He figured out, Okay, let me grab the spotlight, let me do a security perimeter check, make sure everything's cope esthetic. He didn't want to alarm his boys. When he was getting dressed quickly, one of them popped up and said, what's going on?
He said, just calm down on the check the fire and make sure we have it good for in the morning, and there's still some members to work with. Kid took it at face value and just you know, let it be. Little boys are curious. So he gets outside the tent and he starts beaming around looking for the origin of this crack in the direction he thought he heard the howling. But he's checking the little Baar fence perimeter. And
that time of year, it gets fairly dark at night. Let's end the hunting season it's going into I think he said it was early September something like that. So we're roughly on the twelve twelve light cycle up here around that time. Cause Alanta, the midnight sun which we reached June twenty first, discards tapering on. We lose minutes a day anyway. So he does his
perimeter check, and of course he's got his firearm. He wants to make sure if there's a bear nearby he can make noise or dip in his family. So I don't mean to make light of this, but the way he expressed it to me, he was very upset it and that's not funny to me. I've just been in his shoes. When it comes to being startled, he hears another crack off in the distance, the same direction he had
heard the howl incomer from that was nearby. As he's checking that area real closely, he noticed a sound behind him like a oof, and then this kind of click clacking chatter, almost like a squirrel, but he said it was far too large to have been a squirrel chattering, but it was like something imitating a squirrel chatter. Then he heard an alhu. But what bothered
him about the alho was it was simultaneous with the click chatter. I've personally heard that before, and it just creates this creepy feeling all over you. Anyway, so he turns his attention behind him to see what the hell is at and he sees eye Shine Eye Shine with approximately nine feet up and where he saw it was about thirty yards away, right in the tree line in between. He was just off the trail, one of the main trails, and it was on the other side of that trail about fifteen yards, so
it was about thirty yards total between the two. He sees the eye Shine, and immediately the eye Shine ducks down and tries to hide, which is very common most of the time. Most of the time, he immediately is WHOA, that's a tall bear. He thought it was a bear standing up and looking back at and was just curious about the camp because again they had that bear fence perimeter, and so he immediately is very concerned. That's a big bear. In his mind, that's a big bear. It's very close.
I need to get a game plan here of what to do. I got my boys in the tent. And he didn't know which direction this bear was going to go. Try to follow what this little spotlight and it had disappeared. Essentially, he didn't know what to do about that. He's unfamiliar. He knows that area just from the short hunting trip he was on with his buddy, just for a week or so earlier, and it really wasn't
his forte He didn't know the grounds very well. He knew what direction he had to go to get out of there, but he didn't know the area. He's trying to contemplate. Okay, I know the river is that direction it went and it paralleled the trail when the eye shine left and he didn't hear a sound, and he thought for sure he would hear like a bulldozer going through the trees, and that wasn't the case. There was no sound. All the sound had stopped once he put eyes on this thing and he
couldn't make it out. All he said is he saw the eye shine and then some kind of hair for as it ducked out and went behind some trees and was gone, hair goes up on the back of my neck. So he immediately he's, okay, I got to get these boys at least be prepared. He didn't know what to expect. He's not a bad guy, he's not an Alaskan guy. He was just up visiting. So he gets his boys up and dressed and says, yeah, this is there's what hunters
do. We get up extra early. We tend to our fire really well, and we make coffee for everyone, basically shining them on, but wanting them up and ready in case they had to ski daddles, and he is already plotting on getting out of there anyway. So they're getting dressed in the tent and he's immediately back outside surveying with the spotlight in the firearm, just
wanting to make sure his kids are okay. What he told me was he was spotlighting the fence, and he noticed it was jiggling and there was no movement, no sound, but this thing was jiggling where he had it set up on these little posts. I was like, that's weird. So he went to run to the backside of the tent and looked, and as he spotlighted, he sees the eyes shine and this thing stands up. He said,
it was very big, bipedal. He made out the face. He said it looked a lot like Patty did on the close up of the face, but the hair on the top of the head was long, longer, and he said he immediately knew something was very wrong. He felt it deep inside him that this is this ain't right. Obviously, if you've never encountered these things and it's there, the startle he had must have been immense.
I could just imagine it because I knew of their existence, and when I saw one up close like that the first time, it scared shit on me. But anyway, I digress. So this thing was checking the perimeter of the fence, jiggling the post and seeing what these wires did, and it stood up. He's beaming it and he doesn't even realize he has a firearm in his hand. Shooting at this thing wasn't even on his mind. It made a grunt sound, turned around to walk back into the trees, which
was a short distance away. But he said it moved silently and rather quickly. But it wasn't moving fast. It was just had a long stride and it was out of their end of the woods. So now he's really concerned. He saw something across the trail, and now something behind the tent, and his boys are in that tent, so he's getting very irrational. He's getting very panic stricken. And his words were, I didn't know whether to shit or go blind, which I totally understand. You got a couple of
youngions, and being a dad, you're on point. He immediately picks up the pace and getting them ready to get the hell out of there. He starts up the players ranger. They didn't peck anything. He had his boys get on the gear, get on the ring gear and all their hoodies and everything. And as he was getting them out of the tent. Before he brought them out, he circled around again with that spotlight. He didn't know if they were after his kids. I'm just curious because there was no outward
signs of aggression. At this point, before he brings them out to put them in the ranger to cut trail, he was contemplating, how am I going to navigate this trail in the pitch black rajor ass headlights. There's no right light to light up the sides of the trail. He's contemplating these things
because he wants to keep his voice safe and everything like that. So as he's going around the tar spotlight and all around trying to figure this stuff out, just in microseconds he hears another howl and it came from the same direction across the trail that he had first seen the eyeshine, and it ducked into the trees. So this, how he said, was it's not like a woman being murdered along with the mixed in with the xylophone. I asked him
to can you imitate it at all? And it was just like, oh, mixed in with a screen like a quasi Chewbacca kind of his words, not mine. He hears that, and immediately it sends a shockwave through a system. What the hell? What is this? What are these bigfoot?
Wasn't It didn't pop into his head until later in those moments, he was just like, what the hell are these He's doing all this, and meantime he's trying to figure out how am I gonna have enough light to see off to the sides of the trail to make sure Nuning's trying to get us. He makes a decision to hold out until it gets a little lighter in the sky. You gotta understand, going through the trees in Alaska, when it's dark out, it's a different dark. It's pitch black, can't see your
hand in front of your face, none of that. He was thinking on the side of safety, and since there had been no outward aggression outside of that scream, he wanted to hold tight a little bit and try to wait for the light. He didn't want to get caught slipping on that players ranger just out in the middle of the Tuley's with no one other than himself. As a seven and nine year old isn't necessarily capable of understanding the dynamics of
what was happening in that situation. From what he told me, he told the boys stay in the tent. Stay in the tent. I got to get some things ready before we go, And by now the youngest boy was sobbing a little bit, really scarce from the scream, which I could understand that that's a very jarring thing to hear those kind of screams. That it is a monster, worst nightmare to run into in the middle of the woods. So he's contemplating these things. How what's the best way to go about
this? And now, grant you, he's not a very experienced hunter. He's gone hunting down the States, but he only just recently went hunting the week or so before in Alaska, and he's trying to remember all the little tidbits aid as college. But he had told him on that trip about watching the trail, the river rises quickly if it rains, just typical stuff, and nothing in that gave reassurance on what he was going to do. He was very conflicted. He wanted to flee, but yet he wanted his kids
to be safe. I totally understand that he was getting really emotional because it was a form of torment for the poor guy to sit there dwell on these things. It's a livelihood of his kids. It could potentially be like her death, and he didn't want to risk any of that. So he even made the hard decision to build up the campfire and just play camp, make some coffee, make some snacks, take that opportunity to gather together some essentials.
He didn't pack up the tent or the bear fence. He left that active, even though this thing was just touching it with no regard of the zapfth I don't know, but just peace of mind, I guess. So he gets this an accident to cooking something, and he just starts telling them about his hunting trip from the week before, just to buy time and mentally assess. While he was talking to those boys his exact love. As they're doing this, he said, he heard three different distinct grunts from different places.
One was further up the trail, the direction that they weren't going to be going to leave. The other one was in the same direction the one behind the tent went. Then another one opposite side of the trail where he first saw the eye shine. There's three of these things, he said. He started shaking and crying visibly in front of his boys, and when that happened, it dawned on him that I have to go. We have to get out of here. They're not going away. They don't care about the
fire. Or that sense I got to get my boys out of here. So he makes that decision. And it's roughly four point thirty in the morning, he said, four thirty going on five, So there's a little bit of light on the horizon, not a whole lot. Everything else will still real pitch black silhouettes in the trees. So he said he made decision. He got them to get their stuff together, showed him how to put dirt
on the fire, and basically loaded up. He loaded both boys and that side by side right next to them in the center, little seat belt thing that they had. He didn't want them bouncing out. Now, I've tried to use one of these harnesses in these side by sides, and geez, if you don't have a good aftermarket one, it's digging India. It's uncomfortable in that situation, or was irrelevant. I could just imagine how uncomfortable too, of them boy squished in there like that. So he gets them in
there. He's got the rifle leaned up and leaning on his shoulder, and he'd got the handgun sitting on his lap pointing in a quasi safe direction. There's a lot of bumps and stuff, but he wanted quick and easy access to either one of these firearms, which I totally understand. They take off and they're kicking along. He cleaned off the headlights because there was a bunch of mudding to bring on him over the years, because no one ever really
cleans their side by side. So he cleaned off those headlights and had a lot more light than he thought he would, so he was a little relieve with that. So they kick along. They're going down the trail, and he's trying to remember the trail exactly so he can navigate it with more speed. Well, if they had to cross the north fork of the Gold Canna, and at that time the water was like fourteen to sixteen inches deep. Anyone who's crossed there to go up into the Alphabets knows that spot I'm talking
about, because there's a little shack city that springs up every fall. So he's going up this, He gets across, and now he's going up this deep ass trail and he has to use a motor force to make it happen, because you can't just gingerly. You gotta punch it and boom dock on. It's that thing. So he starts his ascent, and as he's going up, he can hear cracking in the trees. On the high side of this trail that goes up the bluff, he can hear loud cracking paralleling him
as he's going and this thing is loud. Going up the hill, he can still hear that cracking. So he's senses are peaked high. Now. One thing he forgot to do was grab the extra fuel for that side by side, So they drove in with the full tank, did some running u on that first day. He didn't resell it, so he's got a quarter tank once he gets to the top of the bluff. So what the sounds
happening parallel to him? Once he got to the top of the hill, he told the boys duck down, pluggy ears, and he shot a couple times out the back of this players ranger to make noise, just to make noise. He didn't point at anything in particular. He just pointed out and up boom, made some noise, and continued on down the trail. Now
you got to go past sweed lakes going back towards the parking area. They hurt nothing else after that point, but he was jumbling along so hard his voice started complaining, hell out, slow down, it's digging in or whatever. So he slowed down, but he was looking at the gas situation, so he wanted to get as much distance as quickly as possible before running out
of gas. It just so happened that as they were coming down this little gentle hill that leads up to this gravel pit where everyone parks, there's stuffs in their trailers and what have you in their campers. He runs hot of gas, just shy, but close enough. There's some other people with campers and stuff, so he felt a little more safe. So he gets his boys out. He grabs that little stuff he had packed with. They jump in his buddy's truck that he borrowed, and they left the side to side
right on the trail. He got them in the truck and drove out of there. He went to packs and there was just one lowly street light there at the old Paxson Hotel Lodge or whatever it is. So he said, no, screw this. He went into glenn Allen and parked at the Tusoro there right there on the corner. Everyone knows it and goes to it until I got light. Then he called his buddy cave. They went, saved the side by side and cleaned up the camp. He told him that the
boys got sick and he was concerned for their well being. That's why he got out it. He didn't even share that experience with his buddy from college. There's a lot of these things that happened to people and they don't express
it, even their closest loved ones. Something happens. I haven't even shared all the things I've dealt with my closest life of one, So I totally understand because there's a level of it's easier to speak to a stranger about it because you don't want your loved ones looking at you like you're a kook. That's that's the last thing anyone wants, just another encounter to just think about. I'm not saying it happens every day, but when it does happen,
it gets real fast. Just be aware in the woods. You never know what's out there. They say you don't gotta go home, but you can't stay. I don't want to be happens. Joy this job, that chart everything, calling ricket back, pricking back Joy for me, Joy, stay right, you call it right away. Still still still dosssssste passest things, us ness,