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
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Today, I want to share an experience that happened with Eric s. He agreed to be interviewed. It's just not going to happen until later on once I'm closer to the area he's at It was near Campwell off the Dnaley Highway where this particular encounter happened with Eric and his fiance at the time. Unfortunately they're no longer engaged. What ended up happening is he had been going to the spot for twenty four years, every year, same time of year.
Never had an issue ever, not even weird Alho's none of that stuff to standard Alaskan critters, no big deal. Since he's freshly engaged at this point, he decided, you know what, I've been doing this, it's a passion. I'm going to bring her in on it and get her laced up. Basically, get her on board with his yearly routine. He's used to spending a couple of weeks every year out there just doing his saying, not necessarily hunting, but getting out backpacking, exploring the area, trying to
photograph wildlife, caribou, et cetera. Just outdoorsy stuff. Not necessarily out to kill anything, although he was armed rightfully at Alaska, everything wants to get shipped. They make it out. They're just south of the Dnnaley Highway and on the motorized side. What ends up happening is they get there, they get set up, no issues. First couple of nights, it's great. She's really digging his Alaskan lifestyle. Now he's an import. He's not
originally, he's not First Nations, but in Alaskan. To me, if you've been up here for a few years and you've gone through the winter bs, you're in Alaskan. Yeah. But anyway, I'm trying to put my mine's eye in his situation. So he's got this new bee to the woods. I think she was originally from Connecticut, used to the woods there, non issue. So first couple of nights, it's nothing. They're going to
hike. The third morning. They're on this hike, and they've already hiked that place five six times already the last couple of days because they just go out for an hour at a time or so, just kind of stay close to camp. The bears were on the move, so they didn't want to necessarily be out too much, but they didn't want to just sit there on their excursion. Just as they were getting away from camp, just out of sight, third morning, they hear a long, moaning groan. It sounded
like something really big, basically, sobbing is what he said. It sounded like and he said it couldn't have been too far away, but they couldn't pinpoint exactly where because where they were at there was a bunch of trees wrapped around. They couldn't pinpoint because of how things were egging around in this little quasi meadow. He figured safe bet get back to camp. He didn't bring
his firearm with them on the excursions, is Beyonce was against him. He gets back to camp, he gets his firearm out and leans it against the little makeshift table they had there, and they started making breakfast. The moaning ruin their morning. They go on about their way, and it'd been about he said, three hours past. Now it's plenty daylight. It's not dark and menacing or anything, but all the sound goes away, he said it
was. He was struggling to even hear the crackload the little fire they had going to boil up to make some cowboy coffee. Having dealt with that pressure that just kills all sound. It's different. Some people have experienced it, some haven't. Those who haven't. It's very You recognize it immediately, but you don't know what it is. You just know it's provoking some kind of
fear. He said. When that happened, he was in the middle of packing up or cleaning up some of the utensils that they had made their breakfast with just a little bit ago, and so he assumed, what's probably a bear smell breakfast is coming in, and they had prepackaged all their food just to basically warm it up. But it's still put the scent of the food in here, you know. It's not like he was out there frying,
bake it over and open flame or anything like that. So he gets cleaning stuff up and keeping an eye on and telling her, hey, just listen for any strange movements in the woods. We want to be bear aware. So she puts on these little bells on her ankles that jingle when they walk. I call them dinner bells for bears, but anyway, people use them and they swear bioletic labert. Here's the bell it takes off. She gets
those on, they're still a rounde camp and letting's two ominous. At this point, he doesn't even have Bigfoot Harryman, Sasquath, whatever you want to call it, on his mind. It never, not once in the twenty something years he's been going to this place, has it ever been an issue that happens for a lot of people. They go year after year, never had an experience. You could tell them your experience and they'd be like, to ha been out there twenty something years. Ain't not never happen and you're
full of it. That type of thing, which is me to each his own. If some people, if they haven't seen it, they won't accept it, and I respect that. I get that. As they're sitting there and he's trying to explain to her, Hey, it's very important that you beyond your wits when it comes to the woods because if there's a bar circling when we don't see it, it may come after you. It may view you as the weaker of the tube since you're smaller, and pounce on you.
So be aware of that. And his fiance wasn't having none of that shit. She was like, screw that on no one's meal. Well, let's go. It was like, look, okay, I don't want to call it a trip though, Let's just move somewhere else. She goes, okay, we'll move somewhere else. So they pack everything up, weird feelings, a side or whatever. They decide we'll just go down we'll go down to Swede Lakes, which is further down the din Naley Highway going forwards Packson,
not too far from the Volcano River incident. Coincidentally, same area. You got to go the same direction to get there. There's multiple trails, but the main ones from that gravel parking lot where the guy ran out of. So they make it to Sweet Lakes a little later on, just it was going on dusk, so they had enough time. They set up and camped out in that parking lot. The first night uneventful, talking to people coming and going, photographers whatnot, having a great time. She lose.
She calmed back down, was telling everyone all there was a barrier further upwards. Camp well, so we skiditled down here. And that was suffice both of them because they really didn't have any anything to go on outside of that. Now it's quite it's quite a distance that they went from where they were to Sweet Lakes, no visual, no confirmation on whatever was going on in his original spot, the same spot he had been going to for twenty something
years. Bear aware. Whatever. They continue out. The next morning, they make it to Sweet Lakes, and once you get back there, it's hard to explain that she'd been there. There's a part of the trail that kind of has the weird kind of zigzag to it, and over the years people have made little campsite areas, and so they picked one of those, about one hundred and fifty yards from the main part of the lake. Is
this is what he's saying. So they get set up and it's going on into getting dark, and so they got a good fire going and everything's going great. She's calmed down from the bare things. She no longer wants to run away from the woods. It's his fiance. He doesn't want her to not like the woods because then he knows he has to make it out every year, and that's just going to create some kind of tension. So he's very happy she's back in it, and they get their fire going and everything's
calmed down. They're enjoying some adult beverages and just relaxing and enjoying. Man, it's beautiful, from what he was saying, was beautiful out and they were just enjoying the evening. On the far side of the lake, they hear that same groaning, moaning type of sound, same tight, not exactly the same, he said it was a little higher pitched, but it was
similar in rhythmic. Oh, however, the sound went so that immediately peaud both their interests because they just left the campsite that they were at because of this noise and the weird feeling. So they're trying to figure out what's going on with these weird noises. We're way over there and now we're hearing some similar over here. This was late August twenty seventeen is when this occurred. They're discussing with each other, Hey, what what do you think this could
possibly be. One of the other campers that was a little further down, he said, was walking by going to get something because the people were parked their four wheelers up. He was going to resupply with something, and he asked, hey, did you notice that sound across the lake? And he goes, yeah, it's been going on for a couple of days now. We went looking for it earlier today. We couldn't pinpoint where the noise was covered from, but every time we would leave the area, we would hear
it again, and some thought none of it. Okay, So these guys have been here unmolested for a couple of days with this going on so we're good, we're safe. They continue around the campfire, they're doing their thing, they're getting the feeling good, and behind their campsite about he said, less than seventy feet, he would guesstimate they heard a big crack crack that immediately cut their attention, and it was such a loud crack that the camper's
further down. The same guy that they had seen came back that direction a little while later, asking hey, what was that noise? We heard that crack way over there, and they're like, yeah, it was about seventy feet back there, and the guy was like, hey, why don't we go check it out to make sure that it's not a rogue bear, young male, little four year old just out causing trouble. We could be prepared running off now before we're in bad early does it? Yeah, I'm game.
So he gets his rifle and his fiance wants none of this shit. She is like dead set against him basically trying to run off a potential issue. She's dead set against it, and he's not feeling that at all. He feels there's going to be some problems because she's not outdoorsy and she's very susceptible to freak out, and rightfully, she doesn't y know Alaska. She's not accustomed to this stuff. So him and this guy, Eric and this
guy they go and they check out the area. It's all in the dark, so they're using their flashlights and the one guy had a spotlight and they're going through and they're looking and there's nothing to miss, and then they find a broken birch sapling was actually it was about three inch in diameter ands it. Birch is a hardwood, So this tree was alive and about six feet up it it was broke like someone broke it down and it was laid out.
So they're sitting there inspecting it, like, wow, you know that bear must have just stood up on it and pushed or something and knocked it over. They heard that groaning noise again, that's not bare, but it's between them and Eric's tant now it was real low, real subtle, but
they both heard it. Now they both turn around and they don't want to have to fire in that direction, so they start flanking to their left so if they do have to shoot at a bear that they thought they wouldn't have his tent, his campsite, as a back crossfire in the backdrop that type of thing, which a very smart thing to do. So they're cutting around to the left and that noise is mirroring them moving off to their right, so that they're making this little bit of a kind of a circle thing,
and they're like, don't typically do that. They're looking at each other. Let's just get out into the open, because they're in some pretty thick brush and stuff. They wanted to get out in the open, give themselves room to see do whatever they got to do. As they get back to the campsite, his fiance is in the tent. She won't come out. She heard everything going on. She heard them talking in the woods because it was echoing right back out to her, and she said, we're not staying here.
He's look, it's on in the dark. We're several miles from the parking lot. To get out of here hanging there. Will get out first light and we'll just leave. We'll go back to my place and anchorage. She said, okay, but first light. Yeah, as soon as there's a sliver of light, we're out of here. She is full blown not having it. Ain't ever going to come back. She stated as much and Eric is feeling sick inside because he knows he needs this outlet. He needs
to be able to go out in the woods. He's been doing it for twenty something years. He just it's in his blood. At this point, I don't mean to make light of it. I've lost relationships over similar stuff being in the woods, and people just can't hang with it. Not everyone's built for the outdoors, even if they really like the idea of it. In practice, it sometimes doesn't work. This cereal this morning is still going
along while she's complaining about wanting to get the hell out of there. Eric and this guy the guys, Hey, there's about five six of us over here. Why don't you get your stuff and just come on over and we'll stay as a group, and his girlfriend his fiance immediately times in I'm not going to hang out with a bunch of strangers over some silly noise in the woods. Me I would have been like, shut up, pack up,
let's go with the group. But he wanted to salvage what was left of this little trip of theirs because they are engaged and he wants to keep it that way. At this point, the guy who looks at Eric Okay, I'm gonna go get a couple of my buddies. We'll come back. We'll take another look around as a larger group, and maybe whatever it is we'll get shoot away just by mere presence of a bunch of people. And Eric's
cool. Yeah, definitely do that. And so while Eric is fumbling around in his equipment trying to find his handgun that he had brought along with too to hold strap and have a second firearm, his financee starts freaking out about guns, like laying into him, you shouldn't even have a gun, and he's trying to tell her, hey, look, this is a perfect example of why we need a gun. We got strange noises in the woods. We don't know if it's a rogue bear out to come get us. We
don't know none of this stuff. Just calm down. He's getting his buddies. We're going to go and check this out. Just as he hears the other group coming from the other campsite. They're talking amongst each other and some kind of laughing guy's camaraderie going on, and just coming up the trail back to their site from the same direction of that break on the birch tree,
they hear and it god awful sound like a woman being murdered scream. And right after that scream that just pierced their ears and shook their bodies crash all around. He said, it sounded like someone had some kind of big something and was just swinging it in a circle, and it was like a almost like a rhythmic sound. And he said it was nothing he had ever heard before. He never heard that kind of scream, and he definitely never heard
whatever commotion was going on. And so at this point, the guys that would come and they come trotting up and they're like, what the hell is going on over here? Where'd that scream come from? And he was like, right over where we saw that break. One of the females that was with the other group came with that party and coached his fiancee added the tent back over to the other campsite. She said, hey, honey, come on, you're not staying here. If these guys are firing off guns.
You just need to be over here with the other group, larger number at least until it's settled. She agreed. So they go in and takes her away to the other campsite as they're coming up with a game plan. So they've been into the woods already once and it seemed to layout and how the brush and stuff is so Eric and this guy is explaining to the He said there was three other guys that ended up coming, or four other guys something like that. It was getting on in the dark, and he just saw
a bunch of heads. So he was guestimating because after the scream, they were discombobulated, which I totally understand. So they decided they're going to two groups only facing one direction. They didn't want to turn muzzles towards each other if they had to fire. Eric was like, if we're in separate groups, that's not really a good how about we're in a line like search and rescue and just pushed through going that direct. Hey, that's a good idea.
So they all agree. They're all armed and most of them have flashlights and what not, headlamps, and they start pushing in and once they get back up to where that broken birch was, that birch is now broken all the way off and moved off to the other side, and they did nothing but look at it. When they were there just a few minutes ago, probably half hour forty minutes had passed since they cleared the woods. The guy went to get his friends, and all that stuff transpired. It's well on
in the dark at this point, especially in August. Yeah, it was plenty dark. They're beaming around there trying to figure out what the hell. And they noticed just past that birch tree was a line of smaller alders and some other brush that were just broken off at about seven feet up, just broken off, and it appeared that broken piece of birch was swung around like you would a rope over your head, like you going to lasso. It's how Eric said it looked. And he said, that's twenty twenty hindsight at
the time. They didn't put two and two together, but he's assuming that it was used to spin around and knock the other ones down. I don't know. I didn't see the carnage myself. So they're checking it out. Everyone's looking everywhere. Okay, we haven't heard any movement. We hadn't heard anal thing that it's a definitive it's a bear. Let's get it, let's move on and let's push it out. Any of that that it was actually dead quiet now, when they decided, okay, there's no movement, there's
no sound, we're not seeing anything. Let's retreat back and just forget about a call out a night. Just as they're getting back to Eric's campsite, another scream, this time between them and the other people's campsite. Now they're really pequd because they got their women over there. I think there was a child with the other group. They were screw that, we're on this.
So they run down the trail. They get along, they get to the area of the scream, and they're asking the other campers that are right over there at this point, hey, what direction was that scream coming from. They said it sounded like it was past where you guys were, And they said, no, this scream came between us. And they're like, we didn't hear it that close. So they're just perplexed. What the hell do we do with that? They went through looking, They looked as best they
could. Not a sign, nothing broken, and no tracks, none of that kind of stuff. Things that calm down for a bit. Now they decide, okay, it's calm enough. Nerves calm down. They started doing a little sipping. They felt better about the whole thing. Erica and his fiance went back to their tent. Now they get there and hit his fiance is wiped out. They get in their ses immediately in the sleeping bag,
snoring, complaining about the bugs. He's tending the fire. He is getting it going again because he wanted to keep some kind of a fire going all night, just for whatever that sound was. No one had any idea what that scream was. No one. He put his rifle away in its case because she was complaining about stepping on and if she had to get up to
takle, so he kept his handgun nearby. Now as he was just starting the doze off, he was sitting at the front of the tent with his legs outside of the tent, looking at the campfire and just leaning back, just staring at and listening to the crackling fire. Because it's just a small, little two man hay frame tent that they had. So he's at the
front of it staring at the fire. Fiancees laid out. He notices the nylon sound of the tent, something rubbing on it, So he clicks on his head lamp and he turns and he looks back and on the inside of the tent. He sees a huge hand impression of a hand sliding up and down the tent on the inside, and it touched his fiance's head and he could see it going like this, and then it moved back up and then come back around and then touch on his fiance's head like that again. He
said he was hypnotized at this. It was so surreal to see this impression of a sheet. It was. It was huge moving around. He saw the fingers moving individually, so it wasn't just a prop pushed up against her or whatever slid up. He didn't know what to do, he pad he just bawn put a bunch of shots through the back of the ten into this impression of the hand. Right as soon as that happens, he fired in quick succession and then stopped because his fiance was getting up like she thought he
was trying to shoot her. Understandably, she's laying there and all of a sudden he's shooting over her at this hand impression. Right, She's freaked out hard, and I totally get it. Jesus, being woken up to gunshots from your fiance going over you. It's not a good time and I'm not trying to make light of it. I'm really not shots a fire, loud commotion at the back of the tent, and a bunch of crash, something running away. Now his ears were ringing from the gunshots. He's telling her
calm down. Something was trying to grab you through the tent, and she's looking and she sees the bullet holes and there's a little bit of blood there right. She immediately she calms down and was like a bear was trying to get me while I slept. And he goes, it wasn't a bear. It was a big, five fingered hand impression on the tent, pushing around and touching you on the head. She goes, that's what that was. She felt it touching her head, but she didn't know what was doing it.
She just thought she didn't know. She was asleep, out of it from drinking a little bit, but she remembered feeling some kind of touch on her head. She didn't realize that was it. She's in the fog of trying to come to grips with what just happened. He's freaking the hell out because of the sheer size of the hand. He never expected to see anything like that ever in his life. He has not been back out since this
incident. He scrambled to get his rifle out. Now. By this point, the other campers, three of the guys are running over with their firearms, coming to see what the hell is going on, because they heard the gunshots and then they heard the commotion going through the trees. It was so loud it reverberated back to them. They come over, they're all armed. He commences it, telling them what happened there. I'll look at him. I'm like, dude, you had a little too much, and he goes,
look on the end side of my tent. They went around to the back and sure enough, they're splattering of blood. At one point on one side of the tent there was like a greasy outline of a hand. He said it was hard to make out, but he knew what it was that made the marks. And they were saying, oh, you could have rubbed your tent against something to make that. They were dismissive of it is what it was. And he was like, look, I'm not shooting at imagination.
Imagination doesn't bleed, and it bled. That's splattering from the outside, and the shots came from the inside. Come on, don't dismiss me like that, don't mock me. He he was very upset by this point. He's got his rifle out. His fiance is over it, like over it. She wants nothing else to do with being there, being with him, being near him. She still has alcohol in her system, so she's not quite picking up what's happening. She's going off of adrenaline. Over emotional a
little bit and shots ringing over her head. Would hey, understandable? Stuff? This poor guy. He's got the other campers mocking him, his fiance wants to leave him, and he's sitting there dealing with what just happened. There's a lot of that goes on when it comes to these kind of sightings, a whole lot of that. Even people that were together when it happened. One will want to tell people and they're they'd be like that never happened. Why, I don't know. The rest of the night, according to
Eric, was uneventful. His fiance never went back to sleep. She had everything packed again. He had to make her understand we can't go until we got a lost liver or light. We don't have enough battery power for the headlamps to make a hike out the multiple miles it is back to the parking lot. So they had to sit there by the fire and he had to listen to her explain in detail why she was not going to stay in Alaska
when they get married, he has to live away from Alaska. Just a whole bunch of stuff that he knew it wasn't going to help the relationship one iota, and so he never made it back out again. He's currently down on I believe he said Vermont again. He's going to be back up sometime a little later on this fall. The poor guy, he was really busted up about losing his fiance. He loved her, and this situation just it was it just it canx sends you waited the weakness in their relationship because she
wasn't outdoors and he was. He'd been an outdoors guy for decades and she was not with that. So I guess it's for the best that they wouldn't have gotten along anyway. But the poor guy lost his fiance from there, and then to be mocked by people that heard the same screams that he did, saw the blood on the outside of the tent, Like I don't know
what causes people to just immediately deny something that was obvious. Can you imagine, you know, you saw something and then someone coming up saying, hey, you're a liar. You're either gonna smack him in the mouth or you're just gonna keep your mouth shut and never speak of it, And that's just not cool. It can cause issues within yourself to hold that in. Like after my experiences for a couple of years, I was self medicating with drinking.
It can lead to a whole lot of unnecessary damage in your life by not sharing it. Stay tuned for more Sasquatch out to see. We'll be right back after these messages. This happened just a couple of years ago. He went up on the New Yek Couk with a couple other relatives. They were going to go up there and just look around do some I think they
were woodland caribou, looking for caribou or something, just scouting around. It was in the fall, probably early September, I think he said, mid Septin, probably right around the same time of year I was up there in six. They ended up staying at the very first Sam Accounting little cabin, which is bigger than the one we stayed in further after New York Cook by the New York Cook Falls, so they were when they had got there.
This particular counting check had an actual shed and it also had the bunk house. When they got there, there was some other guys there in the bunk house. They just left them alone. They got in that shed. This happened the year before that story I shared with you about the guys leaving the middle of the night and then they went into the cabin and then the hairyman
came in, peeked over the door and tried to snatch the guy. This happened the year after that or the year before, roughly within the same short timeframe we had been talking about it. So I got him mixed up a little bit. But the guys in the cabin, they weren't going anywhere. Two of them were fishing game officers. That are kicking it in that shed. It was about two three in the morning. They had been sitting up discussing because they had gotten there relatively late in the day. Riding on the
river all day. Trust me, it takes it out of you. You just bumping around. It's not a joy ride. Let's say, of course they're armed. This is Alaska, Remote Alaska on a Bear River. Come on. Yeah, they were heavily armed. So as they're sitting there, they're on either side of this shack in these little makeshift cots, right, they hear this heavy breathing going around the shack and what the hell is that?
Something was off. He said that when he was talking to his look kept saying chi kayoki, it's a hairy man out there, and now it's not. It's probably just a bear, which pretty standard response around here, and go out thinking it's a bear. They go and listen at the door, and as he's going to open the door, they felt it jiggle, so they held it because bears don't jiggle doors. This makeshift shed had a actual doorknob and three hinges on the door. Was utilitarian. It was basically
a hollow shell. I think there was shelving in the back. He said, They're standing there and all of a sudden, Wow, it's just getting banged on really hard, and they're nervous. Of course, they get their guns and they got them. Hey, we're in here, announce yourself. Who's there. We have guns, we're armed, nothing more. Circling around and it felt heavy in the ground. They said. So, as they're sitting there, they're discussing, who the hell is that we got fishing game
troopers right thirty five feet away. It wasn't adding up what was going on. As they're sitting there, they kept hearing this huffing and puffing going around, and it sounded like at one point it was breathing on top of the shed. They heard the heavy breathing coming from above big and they decided, let's confront this thing. Let's confront it. We'll shoot it. Whatever. Hey, when you're in the woods and something's terrifying you, you got a
gun. Guess what, you're gonna freaking shoot it. That's just how it is. I don't care who it is. If you're in the woods and something freaky's going on, you're getting you've got a gun. They peek out, they saw nothing. They shut the door again. As they shut the door, it was trying to be forced back in, so they pushed real hard. They got it shut. They lashed a little thing that they had there. It was like a little wood piece that kind of flung over onto
a little l bracket and nothing. So it was a one sided roof on this shed, and it was about a five to twelve pitch, not too steep. They keep hearing it going around and going around, and they're getting nervous because as it's going around, it starts tapping the side of that shed that they were in. They had finally had enough, and just as they were getting up the gumption to go back out again, bang there's banging at
the door. The third guy with them turned on his headlamp. They all put on their headlamps, just watching this door just slowly just get beat to shit, and then bam, the thing flies back past him and there's this hairy man squatted down looking at him, just looking at him in there, and it was staring at him, and they were frozen in fear. They
couldn't believe what, you know, what are we seeing here. One of the guys with them started trying to speak, you pick, trying to say to my trying to see if there was some kind of communication to be had. This thing just it showed his teeth and put its hands on either side of the shed, was kind of pushing against it, making this weird noise. So his cousin across the way clicked the safety off and it ran off
around the shed. They're freaked out. They froze up from the oh shit factor, and then they hear it run around and they're expecting it to come to the doorway. So they're all sitting there like three stooges. So they're just sitting there just waiting for this thing to come around. But it doesn't. It jumps on the roof. Now, he said. When it jumped on the roof, all they heard was the pressure of its weight. So this thing was so nimble it jumped up and just landed there smoothly. It
didn't like bump or none of that. It just and it was up there and they felt the they heard the weight there, and so they're like, oh shit, freak out mode. Totally understandable, been there. So they said after a second or two and it wasn't moving, they're like, let's shoot it, let's get it, because they were they wanted to run to the other cabin and get the fishing game troopers involved. Why wouldn't shift,
They're right there, I would too. Shit. So they run out and they turn a round a point up they see it and they start blasting away at this thing and it just jumps off the backside. They hear it land and it just it was gone. All the shots. Wake up everyone in the other bunk. Now, this is what he told me. I'm not going to name the troopers. I want to put them on blasts like that. But they all came out. They were all armed. They're trying to
figure out, WTF. Who's shooting in the middle of night. Is there a bear? Do we need to be concerned kind of thing? Or is it a drunk guy that we need to arrest taking a cussy of stop hurting anybody. As they come out, of course they're freaking. They're like, hey, the harry Man, it was just over there whatever, And everyone was calm. They were like, oh, Nikola, I didn't know these people. He've seen the troopers around, but he didn't know. And we
have relatives that are in there. But they're all kind of introducing each other. I'm so and so from and such whatever, and they're saying, hey, the harry Man tried to get us, that's why we were shooting. And the guys go, well, calm down. It did the same thing to us. We did the same thing. And they're like, what do you mean they did the same thing to you? You still have a door and he said no, it was jumping on the roof, jumping off,
banging the walls, looking in the windows at us. So this thing, for two days prior had been doing the same thing, looking for a way to get somebody. It was predatory behavior. They're sitting there doing their own thing. These were wildlife troopers. They're not out doing nefarious shit. They were up there doing some type of research. I think they were getting ready to go in the field and check hunting licenses for the hunters. They came
across out in the bush hunting for caribou. Hey, they're doing their job. But they said, for two days this thing was lurking around this place, banging at night. It only happened at night. They saw it one time during the day up in a lagoon and it ran across the lago. So they were pan faced. They were like, yeah, it was here, and it left a good thing. It left, And they said do you think you hit it? And Nickolai was like, yeah, I hit it. I know how to shoot and they said okay, and they the
way he took it. They were so nonchalant about it, like it was just another day, which essentially it is. But these things up on the New Yekuk River. That is the only place I've ever been. Now, I've been to plenty of other places in Alaska, and anytime I've come across something, it's always made it self known. Shook a tree, break something, maybe throw something, little pebbles at you. You don't even realize it's
following you at first. But on that New Yekuk River from the village of Koalignik up to New York Cuk, where it wraps around and goes back up to tik Chik and narrows past the New Yakuk Falls, that area up there is no joke. I shared a photographer's encounter at the New York Cook Falls just the other day, same area, probably thirty five forty five miles away from there. But my point being is is there's these places in remote Alaska.
Whether you accept it or not, it's irrelevant. If you were to go to the village of Kalignek and bring up the Harryman either probably wouldn't even talk to you about it, or be they would just look at you like, yeah, it's like talking to them about a moose across the river. It's just what it is. And for a lot of people hearing stuff like that, it's kind of hard to accept. It's hard to just go, wait a minute, all these years, these things are running around terrorizing people
and nothing is being done. That's exactly right, nothing is being done. They take whatever precautions they got worked out. I've talked to a few of them, but I haven't had a chance to really delve deep. It's just been little cursory conversations prepping for interviews, but it's typically not talked about. I've said, before they get back to the village, it's just another day
unless someone asks, oh, did you see a Harryman? Or they may share with the immediate family, but outside of that immediate family dynamic, it's like saying, oh, I saw a moose cross the road up here. It just it's something that happens all the time, so it's not news. It's not worthy of running around, Oh my god, get you going, there's Harry Man. It's not even like that, which to me it boggles
my mind because I had to get out of Dodge. To be honest with you, I couldn't stick around knowing that they're that aggressive up that way. I have some encounters coming soon from the actual village of Kalignick, less than one hundred year round residents. There, great people. Just beware on the New York Cut. That shit's real out there. They say, you don't have to go home, but you can't. Stays step Joy, this chard, that chart, everything calling right back, right back, Joy for me,
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