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 or 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 New York, Hello, get somebody out here. What went on out there? I've thought of a bitch of about sixty nine. I don't know easy them out there? Yeah righty oh. Greetings from Alaska everyone. I wanted to share what you can't experience a me and a buddy Brian had
back in nineteen ninety eight. We had gone up to Third Lake, which is in the wood Tickschik State Park that you go up like neget up the Aglowalk River to Lake Nerica, and then you wrap around Lake Nurka to Beverley, and there's a smaller river that leads up to the third one on the map. They may have flipped it. We always called it third Late regardless, I believe it's Beverly or Nirka. We were towed up there by my cousin Spencer. Brian was an import. He worked in downtown doing jam at
one of the stores, doing shipping or something like that. At the time, it was our great idea, We're going to get dropped off with a canoe and we're going to paddle our butts all the way back. They're just lakes. It's Alaska, and we were prepared, but we didn't anticipate how much work it was going to be paddling that freaking canoe across huge lakes. We were young. It was nineteen ninety eight, so we get towed all the way up there. My cousin, Spencer, stayed the night with us.
The first night, right on the beach, we whooped it up. We're a young party. Nothing happened that night. Hangover the next day was terrific. So we're rehydrating. We start our mission. Spencer takes off. He agrees to tow us across to the other side before he went up the lake and then cut down the river. We were in no condition to be doing paddling at that time anyway, so it gave us a little respite to rehydrate and get to feeling better. Pops, it might be profn kind of
thing, maybe a little hair of the dog. So we get across there, he takes off and we canoe and we get to the mouth of where the river feeds down into Lake Nurca. And as we're going along, we kept peering blink, blink, and we just assumed it was a little fish
jumping, no biggie. But we're about she's four hours into our paddling and we're just got to the mouth of the river that's going to lead us down to second Lake Narka, and we're pondering because we feel like utter crap pulling out there, just making a go of it before getting into any kind of fast water and all that kind of stuff. We wanted to be one hundred percent because it was just us two in a canoe. We didn't have no sat fallen or eat urb or any of that crap. We were young and
dumb and we're going to make a go of it. So as we're contemplating this, we kept hearing this plunk, and we assumed it was little minnows or small fish jumping in the water, and we're in Alaska, that's what they do. And so we're discussing a good spot. It was pretty thick and brushy, so we decided, with the current of this little river, we'll just go down and we'll camp on Lake Narka. Because we were about two hours paddling time with the current of that little so we decided to go
that route. We hop in we're paddling away. We get some movement going so we could stop paddling because we were whooped dogs. We whooped it up. We were just it was a miserable first part of the trip. Didn't get much better, but it was miserable. We make our way through. And what's weird about going down this little river. It's just a couple miles long, a mile and a half something like, not very much at all. What ends up happening is the whole way down this little river, we
kept hearing louder and louder bunks. Ever every so often. It was very random. There wasn't any kind of cycle to it. That changed once we got down to Lake Nerca and we drug up on shore. We're setting up camp for about forty five minutes and setting up camp and we hear something terrific straight across the lake. It wasn't a scream, it wasn't a growl. It was a sound the best I can express it. It didn't have a tone to it that I could say, Oh, that was an alimentation,
or that was a fox imitation, nothing like that. It sounded animalistic, but I couldn't pinpoint what kind of animal at that point, So we were discussing it. We were well armed, at least for what we had at the time. We were good when we discussed what could be making that sound. Now we got all our stuff sprawled out, we're camping, we're not going anywhere. This sound came from the other side of the lake. We'll be good. There's some dead drift wood and we had some other provisions.
We'd get a good fire going, we'll be all right. So we dismissed the sound. It was on the other side of the lake anyway, and we'll go through the narrows before we get to the Agoula Walk River. Anyway, and we'll bypass that area. We'll canoe down this side of the lake and then cut across. Problem solved. We go on with our afternoon. This is land of the midnight Sun. So ten pm we still had daylight. He still had the sun on horizon. It was just starting to get
behind some of the wood river mountains. Beautiful, so gorgeous. Slight breeze keeping the mosquitoes off. Yea, yeah, pristine water, crystal clear. I can't even it was great. So we forget about the noise. We're just chilling. We're getting ready to eat. Being the land of the midnight sun, it was like eleven thirty twelve going into one before it really even got dusk, like it never fully got dark that time of year. So as we get into bed early, sleeping off the rest of the hangover,
and getting moving the next day. He had worked the day after the next and I had something else going on that I had to tend to. So we decide, yeah, we'll call it a night early. We do. This guy snored like no one's business. I thought the night before was just because he was drunk. I don't know how he sleeps. It kept me up all night I went at least a good hundred yards up the beach and tucked up under some grass that laid down just to get away from the snoring.
I didn't get much sleep. I remember about three thirty four in the morning, from the same spot across the lake, I heard a very low toned, nothing high pitch about just a kind of a moaning, kind of sounded like a oh real, weird, almost like a moose call, but a very prolonged drug out and held at that note and volume, it seemed like good twenty five seconds, and I was like, that's definitely not good.
As I'm laying there, I get out of my sleeping bag. I pulled a rifle out that I was carrying with me that I had in the sleeping bag. I'd drag it back over to our campsite. The whole time I'm contemplating. You know, this was before any outright attack where I had to put shots on one of these things. So at that point they would just usually make noise, run off to distract us, or they're maybe movement around us. But usually when you start leaving and get out of there,
all that stuff stops and you can go about your business. So I wake up, Brian, and I'm like, hey, dude, there's a noise. It's the hairy Man. He laughs. He is over the hairy Man. You've been drinking again. I was like, no, dude, listen, we gotta get up, we gotta go. It was plenty of light enough, jeez, the mosquitoes were already out. The sound was out anyway. So as he's getting up the moving it makes a noise again, this time a full on three octave scream from a low grumbling growl mixed with a
normal sound woman scream to the highest pitch squeal. It just the whole scale. We were across a lake. Lake had to been half a mile wide at that point, roughly give or take. I never measured it or looked into it, but I would assume it was about a half mile. We didn't feel it in our chest, but it was in surround by a sound. It echoed through that whole valley in between those mountains. If you ever been back up in there, you know they're just like fjords in certain places.
It just gorgeous, a lot of sheer rock and stuff like this. So it echoed around like amphitheater. Immediately We're like Yeah, we'll go. We'll definitely go. Now. Brian's eyes at this point are shehun mongous? Hey, how do we do with these? What do we do in this situation? I said, what we're doing now, we're packing up, getting hell out of here. Uh, why do you think? I said, back it up, that's protocol, want and let's go. We have the
canoe right there. I was trying to call him down because he was really starting to freak out, understandably, so it's jarring. It's really not the position you want to be in. He's trying to carry this gun and load stuff up in the canoe. I laughed because this twenty twenty hindsight laugh or cry. But the image I wish I had that on camera. It was like a comedy of errors. He was dropping the rifle, he was getting sand all over it. He at one point I had to swow him down,
go sit down, empty that rifle and clean it. He had dropped it in this gravelly sand stuff on that beach three times at this point within ten minutes. Nervous. Now, after that long scream, there was a succession of other screams further back to our east, like it would be going towards the Nushgak River from where we were, but the nus Goat's way way away from us at this point. I'm just giving a general direction east.
So this little sounding off happens there just like a chain reaction down this valley, and it was really creepy because anyone that was there in ninety eight, if you're watching this and you were in that area, they'll know exactly what I'm talking about. It just seemed like it was a continuing echo, but
it was a different scream. So there was about four or five of them that were heard in just a brief time, and then it came back up the valley and stopped after the original screamer across the lake screamed another time. This time it was a very short like a barqueecut. Uh. I can't. I don't do it any justice, so don't take that example. Panic level for him goes way up, and I'm trying to calm him down, like, hey, dude, I know you've only been in Alaska for a
short while. You need to calm down because you need to have your head about you. We're about to be in cold water. You can't be freaking out like that. One. We're in the canoe. We're safe. Calm down. It's like, okay, it's just he was like, you heard it, you heard it. I was like, yeah, I'm right here, man, Let's just calm down. Let's do it right. We don't want stuff that we're okay. It was across the lake and al ways and we're going the opposite way anyway. Hey, no, bigy, no,
biggie dude, calm down. I don't know how he even lived in Alaska that long. In all fairness to Brian, I think the reality of what was going on was sinking in as he was packing and getting stuff ready, and I think it can be really overwhelming. The thing that really stands out is what appears to be an organization going on with these things that we're totally unaware of. To a lot of people is just repetitive. Who knows what
they're actually saying to each other. Let me finish this experience me and Brian had, and maybe it'll better explain, because it was almost like a coordination of things going on. So we get everything packed up. We ended up he had one of these little roll up looked like a yoga mat, but put him under your seat. Bag. He had one of those. He was done with it. I don't want to pack that. It didn't help something along those lines. I think he still had a really bad hangover and
was just like, screw it, I don't want that. And I was like, look, we packed it in, we're freaking packing it out, dude, this is a native line. You're not just going to leave bullshit laying on a beach. Roll it up. He had actually started vomiting, and so I went over. I rolled up to little Matt and I used it to sit on because those we had a Calman canoe sixteen foot marine version, hard ass seats. I had patting. He calms down, he drinks
some. I think we had gatorade or something like that, something with some electrolytes. And we're still right there on the beach. We're fully loaded. But he wasn't in no condition to paddle yet. He wasn't hyperventilating, but his whole mood changed, and I was trying to cheer him up. I was like, hey, look, and if it makes you feel any better, they come running and I'll shoot you in the lake first. And it didn't like that, but I was trying to get his mind just to break
loose. Don't get that tunnel vision and freak out. Those screams are jarring. That was loudest shit the way it sounded through. Now at this point, I'm thinking they had been building. I don't know if it was a lodge or someone's cabin on the Agoglawalk River. I know since top of the Agoglewalk lodge has opened up, but I don't remember exactly how long they've been in service as a lodge, bianch fishing, all that kind of stuff. Great great place, don't get me wrong, but in my mind, I'm
thinking that's the closest place where potential other people are. In the back of our mind, I got that. We decide now's a good time to go because there was some kind of movement up on the mountain behind us. It was this movement of something. It could have been a rock tumbling down. It could have been just some old growth. Irrelevant. We're having none of it. It was time to go, and so we get the paddling and we're about fifty feet off shore for the first little ways. He was sweating
like a pig. I was sweating too, but just not quite that bad. Just getting all the alcohol out of the system. We're about two hours into this paddling and we're not making much headway. At least it doesn't seem because we still got a good ways to go and still cross the lake. I'm talking him, cheering him on. He's drinking his gatorade. Every so often he gets the bright idea he wants to drink fresh lake water, and I'm like, nah, dude, you'll get that beaver fever and you're screwed.
You'll be all right for a day or two, but if we get stuck out here, you don't want that. So he hears better of it. And we had this gallon jug of water, but it had been sitting out in the sunlight so it was warm. So I tried off a little string to it and let it hang in the lake as we paddled along. Chill it out real quay. So we do that, and we're talking and I'm trying to get him to eat something. We had these little Nature Valley granola bars and I'm like, hey, eat some of these. Get your
energy up because we may have to fight this canoe. Going down the Goola Walk, it's pretty fast moving in spots. It's got a lot of rocks. I wanted him in the best condition, and so as he turns around in his face. By this point we're in the middle of the lake and it is beautiful, not a cloud in the sky. You can hear the birds off on both sides of the leg make a noise, chirp, and just such a beautiful scene. We calm back down from the morning's activities of
the hooton and all the howling. So as he's telling me something about his shipping job, Northern Air cargo deliveries or some crap. It was mundane, just small talk. He was like, we should have some shots, and I was like, no, we're not, dude. No, why did we leave where we were? We needed to and drinking is not something we need to be doing right now. Let's get somewhere. There's the a frame on the Googla Walk. It's a cabin. We can do it there.
He agrees. We start paddling again, and as we're reaching the I guess they call it Nunavarchic Bay, but it's just basically a wider part of the mouth of the river that goes in between two mountains. It's actually really beautiful. I'm not trying to dismiss it. It's absolutely stunningly beautiful, but it kind of tapers down into the mouth of the Agula Walk. So as we come around the bend from Lake Beverly or Nurka, I have to look at
the map. We call it Second Lake. So coming down around Second Lake there we decide that he needs to use the bushes. So he couldn't wait for because of some of the effects of the drink in the night before, he had to vacate in different ways. So I find a good stretch of beach open and some brush where he can go handle lose business. Now on either side of the lake. It's not vertical, but it's deep. The
train gets deep real fast. Not a lot of big trees in through there, just a lot of scrub alders and the willows things of this nature. A few like black spruce, but not much as far as vegetation, just mainly bushes. He goes and he's doing his thing, and I'm looking across where the sunlight was hitting the mountain on the other side. It's just so stunningly beautiful, and I'm looking for game. I'm looking for any critters, caribou, woodland, cariboo, whatever, just checking out the scene. Hear
him yelling something and he's a little bit of ways. He's a good forty yards away in some brush and he y else, knock it off. I screamed out who you talk to? He was like, get over here, and I was like, it seems hear so I was like, hey, I was decing him. I said, hey, I ain't going to help you wipe. You got to handle your own business. You're a big boy. Are you messing with me? And I was like, I'm over here checking out looking for game? Why on He said, did you just throw
a stick at me? I said, dude, the last thing I would do to hitty Man is throw a stick at him when I crapping in the woods. It's just not going to happen. And he had this real concern look on his face, and I told him, hey, where did it come from? He pointed up the mountain and I'm like, there's no way it came from there. There's nowhere to hide. He said, it seemed like it came from up there. I said, okay, I think it
was arch higher from a different position. But anyway, so I said, you know what, it could just be a simple that was stuck in this bush here and it fell down. He was, Okay, yeah, that's probably what it was, and he was saying that to appease me, but I could tell he was really unsure about it. The poor guy was crapping and had this thing throw him at him. Anyway, So I go back down to the canoe and I get the binoculars and I start glassing that whole
area and then back down the tree line in the shoreline. I'm just curious. I honestly, I know we were hyped up on paranoia because of the howls up on the upper lake, but I was more like looking for game at that time, stay tuned for more sasquatch out to see we'll be right back after these messages. And I honestly thought it had been stuck in that bush and fell from there. I figured we had far out paced anything going
on from those howls and those SCRAMs. We had outpaced it. I thought, I'm glassing around and I couldn't make out anything, and I've glassed my whole life. I'm forty six. I know what I'm doing when it comes to hunting. Something I bought in stock. I don't just sit in one place and glass all day. I get out on the game trails, I go hunting, I go signed it. But that's just what I'm used to. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with sitting spot in stock that kind of
glassing for the brown bear, But sitting there it's rare. You're gonna easily pick out a cariboo walking. So I know what to look for. I know all the movements, so I see nothing. And this is a little past midday. I didn't wear a watch at the time, and there was no cell phones. This is ninety eight. Brian finishes doing whatever he was doing off in the bush because he moved, because I guess he was just
getting ready to do his business when the stick thing happened. So he moves and he's in a different part of the little bushes to handle his business. So I take the binoculars away from my face while I'm glassing, and as I'm facing this mountain in front of me to my immediate left, the bank of the lake kind of hooks around to the right. If I was to turn that way, it hooks around going towards going the direction off to the
left side of the mountain. The way I was facing it, and at the bottom of that slope is where trees start, and running back along that upper part of the lake, we were coming down into this little narrows area with the mountains on either side with very little vegetation where that vegetation tapered off and ended coming around that corner. As I pulled the binoculars down, I see this stick code flying and immediately I knew something was wrong with it.
But in my mind, I'm like, it wasn't a very big stick, So to be flying with that much force and distance you could hear it. It had to be a throne hard harder than I could have thrown it. And I'm not a weak guy. So I laughed because it's really not funny, but it's funny. This stick lands right at Brian's feet, second time in a row or in moments he's trying to crap in the woods and something to a stick at him. Yeah, he's another one that thinks we're crazy.
He comes out of there, and luckily he hurried up and did his thing. He was motivated to get out of there anyway, So I guess the stick landed from what he said right as he finished tending his business. And he's running from behind these bushes. Because I'm going over to grab a rifle out of the canoe. Something was off. I wanted to have a firearm nearby, but he's running around these bushes trying to pull up his parents instead of it. At the same time, it was that poor guy.
He was not having a good time of it. So I grabbed the rifle and I'm trying to look back up from where that stick was thrown to see if I could see any movement. I was a nervous jumble myself. I was putting the binoculars up to my eyes and then grabbing the rifle scope, and I just didn't like the feeling. I was real uneasy. So I
tell Brian, hey, dude, let's just load up. I saw that stick fly from over there towards you, and he goes, yeah, I watched it, because I guess from his angle he heard it before he saw it, and it came and landed right in front of him. So yeah, he's motivated. He can paddle now. I'm telling you that boy he was digging. We're paddling towards where this thing funnels down into the Agulawawk River to go down the Lake Eleectnigig and Sunshine Valley and Bear Bay and stuff where
we were going to hinder our trip and get picked up from there. As we're paddling along, there was a spot where there's some logs cleared where they were going to build this lodge or add on to something. There was a partial structure there of something I don't remember exactly what. We're coming along that
and things are narrowing down, but there's again there's no trees. The trees start again up in front of us where the melted the Agulawak River starts, but it was fairly shrub free at the time, some small willows so we could see very easily. So in that wooded area where they just cleared it, it looked like three stumps, taller stumps were there. And as we're paddling, Brian starts screaming back at me, hey, look over there in
that clearing, and I look, and I just glanced Aaron. I'm looking and it looked like legit tree stops and he was like, hand me the binoculars, hand me the binoculars. I'm all right, here you go. He looks, and he immediately one he dropped the damn binoculars into freaking lake. Brian, if you watch this, you owe me some freaking binoculars. Dude. Anyway, he drops my binoculars in the lake and is scrambling to grab a gun. I'm like, whoa, Calm down, Calm down,
He's gonna tip us in this fricking canoe. What's all the gear we got? I yell at him, calm the hell down, you're gonna tip us. And he's trying to get this gun. He can't even get the words out. He just keeps gesturing back towards that clearing. And I look over and one of the tree stomps moves, and I'm like, oh shit. It struggled me because anyone, even with wilderness experience, you glance over tree stop. Yeah, there's other ones that It just looked like a small little
someone cleared a small spot. It piqued my interest, so I grabbed the rifle. I had a scope three by nine, acted it out, and I started looking over that way, and sure enough, this thing had a grizzled coat to it, real weird gate to its walk. It was going over terrain and stepping over things as it was moving, but it looked right back at me like it was looking right down that scope into my eye,
had a very sharp, intense look to its eye. And I'll never forget because at that distance with the three by nine, it would be the equivalent of a little bigger than what you had watched paddy walk across the creek there on that run footage, just for reference as far as distance through that nine power, I could tell us looking right back at me, and it gets into the trees and disappears, and I turned to scaning back to the other
two stumps, I saw there was no stumps. As a matter of fact, been to that same area a couple of years later and there has never been a tree in that spot, So these things are gone. Now we're getting on into it's not going to get fully dark, not that time of year, but in the shade of the trees, it gets pretty freaking dark, and we had no flashlights. We didn't anticipate needing them round of the
midnight sun. So we get to the mouth of the Agogla Walk and we're discussing what was going on with the movement, and Brian's very intense at this point with genuine concern. Were not stopping until we get to alecning. I said, calm down, I'm with you. We're not going to camp right here. We'll continue. He was like, dude, I can't I can't sleep knowing these things are around. I said, look, I'm with you. I understand you one hundred percent. And we were young, but he
was a grown man of age. I should at least say, it's hard seeing young men are any man like really low that state of alpha. I don't know, it's hard to explain. It's not like it broke Brian or anything like that. It's just he was so scared it was muddling his thought process, That's what it is. He couldn't focus on protecting himself from that danger. So I told him, hey, look, it's going to be all right. We're armed, it's not going to get completely dark, and
the google walks fast moving and we'll focus on that. We'll get out of here. Is that all right? And I could tell he wasn't really chilling it. So we get going on down the river and he's motivated paddling, and I'm with him. However, he was in the lead and I was supposed to be steering in the back, but it was been a little too aggressive with it, so I had to calm him down a little more. Hey, we're in the current, we're good, we have arms. Were
okay. They weren't chasing us. They just went off into the tree somewhere. There was no noises, no aggression from them. They went on their way. Calm down, and plus we're getting awate from them now we're moving. So he calms down and he allows me to steer the canoe properly, and it's turning into a nice, peaceful kind of thing. Sometime is passing and we can hear the sound of an outboard coming up river. A lot of people use their jet motors because it's a shallow river with a lot of
rocks in certain spots. It's one of these rivers that changes it's channel a little by a little each year when everything freezes up and then tholls and then ice moves out. It digs different dredges in the bottom of the river. So it's one of those. So we hear it coming, and we can hear it for quite some time before we see it. And this thing comes around one of the bends and it's rooster tearing a thing. It was a thunder jet or something like that, and they cruise right on past us like
we were waving trying to get their attention. Just give them the heads up, hey and believe us or not. But there was some screamings, some crazy stuff going on and up there be aware they just ripped past us. So we couldn't warn nothing. This guy, he's a great guy, Brian. He immediately gets concerned. Is there someone we can contact and warn everyone out here? So I was like, yeah, let's when we get to a likening gig, we'll run and tell someone. Okay, we'll see how
that he goes, and he saw my point. He's okay, I said, the best thing to do is just calm down and we'll tell those that we know. Just calm down. Of course we're going to tell someone, but going to the authorities, we're going to get leaped out of the building. If not, ain't go being a cup. So we continue paddling and there was no ominous feeling. There was no feelings of anxiety. I wasn't on a heightened level of feeling insecure, being nervous, and essentially I didn't
have any of those jitters. He was calming down because sometime it passed. We're it's a fast moving river, but we're off to the one side and we're trying to maintain a certain level of control while we're going down this river. We're coming down. We're just past the halfway point, I would say, and we hear the jet boat again. Gosh, I don't know how far I could have made in that time. Honestly, I wasn't paying attention, but it sounded like the same jet boat. We heard it fire up.
We thought it was coming back towards us, and then we heard it going away from us again, and then we heard it coming back down river again, but it was still well wait, out of sight. We could just hear this happening in the distance. We both are dragging our oars slowing down to listen. What's that. I was like, hey man, let's get on shore because I don't know if these fuckers are drunk and I'm gonna potentially hit us. Coming back down river. It was a green canoe.
I'm in camel. You're in camel, dude. Let's see we're not sticking out here. Let's get off this river for a minute. We'll chill out, have sip on a little something, calm down, Let's get off this river. So we come up to this little band perfect spot. It had a little eddy we could pull off without a strong current and have to fight any current, and that's the last thing you want to do on a tippe
canal. So we get out and we're still hearing this jet boat. It's ripping and then it'll you could hear it turn around, Yeah, a power down. It's making a shit ton of noise up river. We're sitting there for about twenty twenty five minutes, and I know we're probably a good hour
from the A frame on the Agulawak River. So I tell him, Hey, if they're not going to come down the river, let's just take this opportunity and we'll get back on the water and we'll get down to the A frame, start a nice fire there and have a place to tuck into and just chill. Grant you, he's still nursing a hangover pretty hard, and I was still feeling a little eh but nothing major, sweating like a pig.
Though. We continue on the whole time, you can hear this jetboat ripping back and forth, and then as we get back on the water and start journey again, jet boats shut off. We don't hear it anymore. And we didn't hear it go out of the distance of sound range or any of that stuff. It just stopped running. So we float on down. Uneventful, beautiful, didn't hear the jet boat at all, none of that stuff. They're just beautiful Alaska nature saw a couple bears, a couple of
nice coastal brownies, one soal. And then I'd say about a four year old male. Beautiful strawberry, blonde looking coats, no red marks, Oh, would have been beautiful. Rugs. We pull out at the A frame. Anyone who's been to the A frame of the Agogle Walk, it's literally an A frame cabin with a little loft in there. It's not very big. It's a state cabin. You gotta have reservations for it. It's right on this little spit just basically on the main first bend of the Agogle Walk
before you get to Electing Gig beautiful, just gorgeous. When the red salmon run, they just swiming right out there off the bank in that little eddy. It just looks like blood red water from all the red salmon's gorgeous. It wasn't that time of year yet, but it wouldn't have been long anyway. It just beautiful natural Alaska. And that's where our mindset went back to because the strangeness of the creatures in the distance, the howling and all that.
And by the time we got there and got everything unloaded, it had been a long day. I wouldn't say it wasn't in our mind, but we weren't holding on to it. We were starting loosen up, have a couple of drinks or whatever. I'll never forget. We hear the jetboat fire up. This is about an hour after we've been at the hay frame, so it was a good couple hours since we had heard it last fire up. And it's a little further away because we had been traveling away from that
area. But we heard a fire up, power up, go back and forth a couple times, and then we heard it coming back down river. Now at that distance, it sounded like a very low drone. But when you've been out in those elements and you've heard it enough times, you know
what you're hair. You're hearing the boat go back and forth, So I don't know what was going on. But again it started that same thing going back and forth, and this time it was like it was doing it back in one step forward, two back, one step forward, two back, coming down the river. So it sparked ourk curiosity, so we'd build up the bonfire. We're expecting company. At some point, stop and say hi, maybe something along those lines. We're out there, we're having a good
time. We have firearms out and it's a clearing. They keep it cut back, usually a good distance from the bank there, just around that cab, and just for bear protection. You got to be able to see. However, we're sitting there and it's darker now, and it's dark in the trees, but we could see very easily our open area around us. We didn't need spotlights or anything like that. It just wasn't very great visibility. So in the trees, Brian says, oh, I've seen something moving over
there upriver, up on our side of the bank. I saw something moving. I was like, calm down, don't start panicking about something moving in the trees. This whole time, this boat's making us way down the river. And finally it just continues coming down. It sounds like it's lying. It sounded like it was wide open. We hear them and as they come into view. We had to go out on the spit to look up river
and a slight hook and then it hooks back off to our right. They come around that they're sliding sideways to jet boat, and then they straighten out and they're coming straight down the middle and they notice us and they're flying, so they power down immediately, whoa, they start slowing down and they pass us, and then he circles and then powers up, comes back up and around into that little eddy area where our canoe is tied off. Three dudes
on there. One of them was I think he was actually with the Nushigak Lodge. He had just taken the wood river on up to Electnagik and then went up to your gulla walk make your money. But they throw a line to me and I tie them all off. They jump out of that boat freaking out. The one guy stayed on the back of the boat and he's looking and he's got this spotlight and it's not doing much, it's really not, but he's shining back up the river and he goes, the damn thing
jumped in the water. It jumped in the water after us man, And immediately my mind goes, we just saw those things earlier today. So I was like, what's jumping at you? Guys? You see those two bears and they're like, f the bears. Man, he's eating no f from bears. I was like, what happened? Bryan's immediately just spilling the beans. Oh, we saw that. We saw them over there. They were at the mouth of the google walk before we came down. I wasn't trying
to share at that point. I didn't know these guys. And let's hear what they gotta say first. Anyway, he shows our hand or whatever however you want to say it, and they just look at us and they're like, is that why you were waving at us when we were going by? And I was like, if you saw us waving at you, why not find out? He goes, dude, I climb man. I was like, fair knofe man, fair enough, just you know, hey, we saw three got their tree stops owing the whole thing. And he said we
were following it back and forth, and then it all made sense. The turning around in the jet boat. He said he burned almost all their reserve fuel going back and forth because these things were running in the tree. He's along the shoreline back and forth screaming at him. I didn't hear any screaming. That jetboat was loud as shit, but they were freaked out. Shared a little alcohol with them, and there was no further activity, not even an aaron alboot or none of that. So these guys saw what we saw
and they tried to chase him back and forth. They didn't even have a gun with them, they didn't have a bear gun. I was like, man, you guys are slipping. This is Alaska. It's not a joke. Ars will eat you. Harry went aside, but I could understand the curiosity. But after a couple of times of them running back and forth and they still ain't like, run away, what are you inviting? At that
point, the one guy was like it jumped in the water. You only get so many warnings with these things, so just be aware in the woods. Some may think this sounds outlandish. Is just stuff that happens out in the deep woods. It's some crazy stuff, and a lot of people they want to dismiss it as like some kind of make believe thing. There's nothing make believe about any of these creatures out here. Nothing, And I understand skepticism. That's a very good thing to have. But for me, when
I go filming my documentaries, I'm not worried about evidence per se. I'm going to look for stuff. Of course, that's the whole point. What I'm getting at for me personally is I don't need to see more. I don't feel they're our shreds, not up here in Alaska. And I'm only speaking for what I know of in Alaska. I know nothing about the lower forty eight. So anyone that may have progress in that department, he bless you. I haven't seen it here in Alaska. It's only been very cunning,
predatory type behaviors, even the most mundane of encounters. There's something not right about it. But yeah, just be careful in the woods, be wearing the woods. Even if you don't believe my story, I don't care. Just hear what I said, take it with a grain of salt. If you want. Always move away from these things. If you hear some strange screams, don't test it. Typically when you see one, it once,
you're to see it. And it's not the only one. We were watching the one move by the mouth of the Igola Walk and had no idea the other two moved perfect example or distraction, while others do some mindy p's and q's just be safe. They say, you don't got a goal, but you can't stay and I don't want to feel a world happen. Sissie. Trying this chart, that chart, everything came right back, right back, joy for me, joy staying right there, come in right away.
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