Now one of your pudding. I got a string going on here, something just because my dog. Something killed your dog. My dog. We're flying through the air over the tree. I don't know how it did it, Okay, Damn, I'm really confused. All I saw was my dog coming over the fence and he was dead. And once you hit the ground like, I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog coming over the fence. Sat what are you putting? We got some wonder or something
crawling around out here? Did you see what it was? Or was it was? Standing enough? I'm out here looking through the window now and I don't see anything. I don't want to go outside. Jesus quice, you better hello, get somebody out here. What quent on out there? I thought of a bit of about text forty nine. I don't know easy the outre ye Greetings from Alaska. I'm going to share with you an experience that happened to mister Jeff Rogers. He currently resides in California. He's a carpenter.
He used to go build remote cabins and he doesn't anymore. This particular place is off the Keynote Peninsula, but he left from the kennyk Peninsula to go to this place in a small bush plant. The client was a very wealthy guy. It's very no expense. It had taken several years to reach the point to where Jeff was going to do the trendwork to finish work the
tongue and groove on the inside of this cabin because it was beautiful. But if the cabin had been being built for at least five years at this point, he just figured it was logistics. He didn't know Alaska. He got hired on internet ads. He can building the cabin, he responds. He gets there. Now the first night he's there, there's one other person that's there that had arrived the day before him, which was hired on to be basically a house mouse. He tended camp, cooked for the carpenter, help
him if needed that type of thing, just to help her person. This guy's name was Art. Art was from somewhere up by the Fairbanks area. Very well spoken, native gentleman, very kind, caring and very intelligent. So he gets there, he's unloading all pleasantries. Hey, and Art's like, hey, I got some lunch for you, really good. We'll go, we'll eat and then I can show you where all the material is and
everything. So the guy was on point with his job. Art was, and so Jeff felt really, okay, cool, I'm getting paid good money for this. Is this guy. He's gonna help me. He's already cooked this guy all right, Yes, he's feeling really good about this point, right, does this saying eats checks out the materials, going through a little checklist. Okay, check check. He was a little short on the tongue in group with interiors, but it was no big deal. He was going
to be there for a week. That's what the schedule was. If there was still stuff left to do, the owner would fly him out for a few days the little R and R and then bring him back to finish up. The guy had deep pockets, so it cost wasn't an issue. Found out why. It's a mad power issue. Him and Ardor get along great. He tells me he's still in contact with Art to this day. It did affect their friendship. Actually, what ends up happening titans that bond.
They're doing their thing and there are two peas in a POD's like they were best friends forever. And some people you just meet and you could just talk to him about anything. And whatever, and there's no uncomfortable silences, right. So they're doing their thing and he's getting some things laid out. He's finding where some tools are that was left there for this particular job, and just logistical stuff going to his little checklist. So he gets there at midday,
all this transpires, and then he's ready to call it tonight. He's jet legged, he's beat up, he's fresh to Alaska. He's got mosquito bites he's dealing with. And it's not getting dark out. He said, he's never been anywhere to where their sunlight still on hers in at ten pm. I said, welcome to Alaska. So he's figuring out how he's going to black out something. He ended up putting a towel over his hat so
it could get him some kind of dull the bright light. Right. He's just totally not used to Art was on the floor on his little palette snoring away at nine point thirty and didn't bother Art whatsoever. He's from further north where it stays lighter longer. He's trying his best to fall asleep, and he's feeling off. He's feeling like they're just something's not right about the situation.
So he's in his mind he's playing back five years. It's still not built, and in five years, what I'm seeing done so far, it should have been knocked out in one season. He's an experienced finished carpenter. He knows the business and I get it. I'm a carpenter myself and build custom homes that it only takes so long. Otherwise they're milking yet, and
those guys don't last long. So he was chalking it up to Oh, a bunch of zeros that don't know shit, couldn't figure out a five fult pitch to save their life, have been coming out here and now I got to pick up the pieces and finish this job, comforting himself because something's off about the whole thing. As he's had time to think about it, nothing's happened. He's getting along great with Art. Art's a great fricking cook. He's still stuffed from the big dinner. Or made some salmon's rice. He
said it was delicious. So he's just going over it, getting a little excited. Yes, I'm gonna make a good chunk of change with this, but there's something weighing on him. He just can't put his finger on what's off, and so he decides he needs to relieve himself, and plus he wants to have a cigarette, try to you know, finish shutting down for the day. So he goes and relieves himself and he's sitting on the porch.
What's the porch at the moment, which was basically a couple of fifty five gallon drums aboard on it some lean two stuff basically some big wompy that gas steps is what he called it. But it was there and he was just making use of this. So he sat on the board across the two drums. There were fuel drums for the plane that flies in and round. This is on a small lake. They flew in on a super cup on
plot tunes, folks. It was just big enough for that super cup to take off and land, and if the wind was bad, he'd have to wait till the wind shifted before he can you know, make a run of it. Because it was only long one way, he couldn't take off into the wind in any direction. Any pilots know what I'm talking about. So he's just checking the scene and it dawns on him, what's bothering it?
There hasn't been a bird chirp. There hasn't been a squirrel chatter. There hasn't been no movement whatsoever outside of him in art and he's like, why we're in remote Alaska? Why is there not birds and bees? It's daylight or if these things happen. He puts his thumb on what's been bothering the dead silence? Right, So he's okay, well, maybe there's a bear in the area. He did a little bit of research. He wanted to know what he was getting into. Coastal brown bears all that most people look
at, because that's the main thing you're going to worry about. The line scoop bears. He circles around the cabin a few times. He's kind of chained smoking at this moment because something's still not right. Heigured out what's been bothering him, but it hasn't given him any peace of mind. Right, So, as he's walking around on his third lap around and on like his fourth cigarette, because he would stop periodically or whatever. I need to slow
down my smoking. I'm going to run roll and supplies in this cart and they'll ask me the time right here. So he's finishing up the last one as he comes around, and he doesn't even notice that Art had been staring on the porch, staring off across the pond that's right out in front of him the last two laps he did. When he realizes his arts there, he goes, hey, did I wake you? And he goes no, and he points and he puts across the pond. As he turns and looks,
he doesn't see anything at first. He goes, what are we looking on? And he goes look, and He's given him a look like just look and watch, and Art's being just dead pairing looking in that direction. So he looks, and then he turns gets underneath Arc to look in the same direction because Art's holding out his hand. And then he sees this dark silhouette that's slightly coming out from behind the trees, looking at doing this number
and then going back in. And it was doing it from both sides of the It looked like a group of three or four trees offset from each other, so it looked like a bunch of trees, but there was obviously space between them. So this thing was coming out this side looking, then coming out the other side looking after a short pause in between, and it would alternate each time to a different side, so they're both hypnotized by what the hell is that bigfoot? Harry Man he came out from California, which he's
seen in the Patterson Gimblet film. He was aware of the big footing and discovering Bigfoot and all that. Oh and by the way, this was almost ten years ago that this went down. They're in shock, they're seeing it, but it's not registering exactly what's going on with this freaking hairy man peeking around the tree. And so he turns to Art and he goes, what
is that, Arts? It's the hairy man. It's not good. This cabin had no door knob and it yet they just push a board against it to keep the door shut because in essence, there's no stairs for a bear to come up trying to climb up the barrels. If it was trying to get in the door. That type of thing. Security pops in his head.
He wants to be safe. He didn't have any firearms of his own, but the pilot had brought in, under instruction from the owner, one of the owner's shotguns in a case with a bunch of buckshot and slugs, just a camp bear gun is what the owner said, and the pilot hadn't in the case. He didn't even open the case. Art had his own rifle. Art had a thirty out six open sites. He had his own
protection. So he's trying to figure out where why Art's not freaking out because Art's up on the deck are the you know what's there of the deck and Jeff is going back and forth looking up at Art like, Hey, what are we doing. Move out of my waist so I can get up and get that shotgun. He goes, don't get a gun. Don't. Art says, don't get a gun. We don't want a gun, so just get out of my way. I want the gun to dude, snap out of it. This thing is right over there. That kind of deal,
and I understand. He pushes the way past Art, and Art's like, you're making a mistake. Don't start shooting at it. It's over there. It's just checking us out. Don't worry. It'll leave. Kept saying that over and over, it'll leave, and then he walks back into the cabin behind Jeff as Jeff's popping the thing up and loading up the shot. Then he loads it up. He doesn't look at what Chelsey's using. He just
loads it up. The buckshot slub. Can't go wrong either way, right, So he loads up the five rounds, pumps it, throws in a sixth round, goes back out on the deck and he's looking back over into that shadow spot to where the movement was going on. Now, this is after ten o'clock at night, so it's not getting dark, but it's getting darker. So everything in the tree line, underneath the foliage of the tree,
it's almost pitch black. If there's a gap in between the trees with light behind it, it's because of the sun still on the back side of it. It's basically a black, silhouetted mass underneath the trees. At this point, he gets down and he starts walking works the pond to hook and follow the little trail around. He wasn't feeling anything ominous other than our this weird thing is over that. I'm gonna go check it out, he wanted
to find out. So he goes walking around this little pat that wraps the whole pond, and he gets over by that spot and he's looking and he's realizing the way this group of trees is a lot bigger and then it looked from back over there, this thing had to have been tannel and foot tall. It's dawning on him the overall, Holy shit, this thing's big.
So immediately he wasn't happy with his decision, so he back pedlin rightfullys, get the hell out of there, gets back over by the porch, and at this point when he gets to the porch, Art smoking a cigarette. He's got thirty on six loan against the wall and he's still up on the elevated day. Jeff gets up there, joins him with a cigarette that's a shotgun down and Art starts explaining to him that what he believes is it's just curious. He's seen it before up near Fairbanks or wherever he was from.
They typically will watch, they'll probably end up screaming and throw some stuff, but Art said he was paying attention and didn't appear there was any others with He figured it was just a lone young end going about his own way and was just curious on what was going on over there. Talking to Art had cal him Jeff down, and Art didn't care if Jeff calmed down or not.
He was just stating what he felt. He was a matter of fact about it, and his feathers weren't in a ruffle, and that gave Jeff a relative sense of peace, because this Native Alaskan isn't worked up, so I need to calm down and follow his lead. He's from here. He knows what he's talking about, at least has more knowledge than I do. So he accepts what's going on and just calms down. Art brings up, Hey, there's still plenty of leftovers. Let's get that eating up and relax
inside. So that way we don't have a bunch of excess food garbage. He didn't want us to create an issue by having extra food garbage over in the burn pit to potentially bring in more of these things. They'd wanted nothing to do with that. So yeah, that's a good idea. I'm still hungry, and nothing bad has happened. This thing's just swayed between some trees, and they didn't really get a full on look at it, right, so it was easy to compartmentalize that and just go and eat, and that's
what they did. And it's still light out. I mean, at that point in the year, it didn't really get dark all night. I was mainly like dusk with no sun on the horizon light funny light. Just the trees were dark because they're silhouetting the heat. They get done, He goes back outside to smoke another cigarette with Art. Art at this point has a fat jhon fu and he lights his joint. He didn't give a shit of Jeff's smoke, didn't smoke. It didn't matter to Art. He was going
to smoke his dobie was Art's smoking it. He's trying to tell Jeff about an experience he had. He said he was with some Indians that spoke witching or something like that. I don't he didn't remember exactly what remote village it is, but it was on the border on the Yukon River between Canada and Alaska. There was some small village in that area at where this incident Art is explaining to him happened. And he told him that in this incident that
happened, the creature was curious. It had stole something out of the smokehouse. There was rabbit quarters or something that were being smoked at the time, or porcupine something for meat preservation was being tended to at the time. This sink came install from it and that was his only experience with it was mischief and it was looking for food, and that's their only reference they had, right, they assumed nothing bad was gonna happen with this because it's nothing had.
And so as they're sitting there discussing it, Art's smoking away on his doobie, and he gets about halfway done and realizes he had offered Jeff Jeff to do one part of this and just now, I'm paranoid enough right now. Maybe another time when this isn't going on, maybe I'll join you on
that arts I don't harm no value. He puts out his half to Duber and he heads back inside, and Art is apparently unphased at what's going on, and he's trying to rationalize and compartmentalize exactly what's happened to this point, and he doesn't feel any danger. Stay tuned for more Sasquatch Odyssey. We'll
be right back after these messages, joins him. Inside. They're chopping it up a little bit and the guy hired Jeff had sent out some R and R whiskey and a couple other adult beverages, some Jack Daniels just as a selection for after the work day, but perk the boss man got you some liquor. And he realizes it, and Art points it out and goes, oh, there's some jack or whatever over there, if you'd like a nightcap or whatever. He goes over and he gets his little glass, and there
was still some unmelted ice in the cooler. When Art came in with the food supplies and stuff, there was still left in there. So Jeff scoops some ice out, had a little whiskey on the rocks, and he's siffing a little bit, and he wants another cigarette. He's just going to stand out on the porch. He felt no need to take a gun with him. And Art's laid out on his little palette and is about to fall asleep, So Jeff, I'll be quiet. I'm gonna go and and smoke a
cigarette and I'll call it a night. After that. Art's just say whatever, dude, do your thing. I'm not worried about it. Art was ripped and news ready to laid out. Jeff goes out on the porch closes it because there's this hole where the doorknob should be that they put in yet, so he just sticks his fer in it and pulls it shut. It wasn't the exactly a good fit. But the door just kicked open just a little bit because there's no knob to hold any place. So he's standing there.
He's smoking a cigarette and on the short little piece of railing that's existing at this point, he sets his glass on and he's sipping from it every couple of buffs off the smoke. Why is he sipping on it? There was pieces of plastic on the ground around this work area from where they were doing the vapor barrier. He kept seeing movement out of the corner of his right eye, but he had seen it earlier too, because there's some plastic
that would gently move in the wind. It didn't concern him this movement. So he reaches over shortly after that he sees the movement or whatever, and he's taking the drink of the whiskey, and the movement catches his eye again. But that movement was this hairy man stepping right out in the view ten feet away from him, almost eye to eye with him with how tall it was, and just giving him a dead pant stare, like what are you
doing here? Not in a threatening way. It wasn't rare. I'm going to eat you it was just dead pan, what are you doing here? That kind of thing. He said. He was so startled he dropped his drink. He burned his hand because he had the cigarette and it was basically one of these numbers. And he's trying to get the burning ember off stuff to his wrist and he's stumbling backwards. He falls into the door. Backwards. He sounded like a dog bark and saying Art so fast. Art heard
the commotion and looked and then saw him fall back in the door. So at this point Art was already standing up and using his rifle to get stood up. And as Art did, Jeff said he was laying on his back looking out the door when this thing stepped into full view in front of him and just leaned into like by the rail was about here, and it just leaned and looked at him again and then walked off. Oh good god,
Art, didn't you. Dude's freaked. He's what is that? When he goes this to Harry Man, he goes, Dude, that's a monster. Jeff is freaking. He said he ain't never seen a real life monster in his life until that day. And he said Harryman bullshit was a monster. He said this thing was a monster his words, I'm trying to reconvey his emotional state. When he was reliving it with me. He shuts the door. He's trying to pack shit front of this door, right and Arts whole
it left. It was just basically our Art's trying to appease him, is what he's doing, because he was just bullshit and nobody says no, he wanted peace. If he didn't want peace, he would have killed you, right, and just said it just like that, So so just what do you mean it would have just killed me. He's looking for explanations as Arts just giving him crumbs nothing and he laughed when he was telling me this. He goes, I wanted to choke guard. He was like, hey,
look, you're dumb stoner. Tell me something, tell me something that makes sense, right, and he's calling Art names, calling a dumb stoner, you're a worthless want to be it be it an Arts just standard looking at him like, oh I am okay, okay, fair enough whatever. Man. Art was unfazed. He was unshut by it, and Jeff's losing his shit, right and fair enough. The thing was looking at him in the eye and he said like it was trying to let him know he's watching him,
not Art him. So Jeff's got that feeling and he's wide awake. Now wide awake. He's over in the corner. He's got shotgun next to him, and he's got the open bottle of jack and he's double bubble in it, as he put it, double bubble brook every time in the cadence of every fifteen twenty seconds, trying to calm him down. He was literally shaking so hard he barely be in his own skin because it was so traumatizing to him to have this thing just step out look at him. He falls
down and then it walks off. Holy shit. But it didn't do anything. It wasn't aggressive in any way. It just made itself numb. I was happy to hear this experience because you've seen the videos. He calms himself down, he gets drunk, so he's into the sloppy, sabby drug stuff and Arts telling him, look, go to sleep. It left. I watched it while you were freaking out drink it. It walked and went around the other side of the farm and walked away. I saw it disappear into
the horizon. It left. Jeff apologizes to Art about calling him a dumb starter and the various other things he said in the moment, and Art was like, hey, I no if harm no falue, you were shook up. It happens. I was shook up to the first time it happened to me. I stayed dropped the three days, and thanks calmed down. Once Jeff accepted this was going on, because it initially it was like the same
happening, the same happening, they calmed down. He hands up falling asleep, wakes up the next day, goes out out of the ports of smoking a cigarette, is collecting his thoughts about what it transpired the day before. Art was already up outside in the little cooking area that had set up, had breakfast ready, coffee ready. Art was on his business right, so he jumps down the little barrel things and tells himself, I'm going to get
those stairs in today because this barrel bullshit them over it. And he still got the hairy man on his mind that walked away. So he's sitting there. Art hands the misplays over here. Eat if I meane a lot, I figured you'd be hungry. He slept in pretty good. It's almost eleven o'clock and Jeff's oh Shire days half over kind of thing for us. Carpon as we start for early seven am until six seven eight pm, and he's feeling bad for oversleeping, but circumstance to see he forgives himself. So he's
eating this meal and oh, man, it was so good. Halfway through the meal, Mark comes and sits directly across from it. I was drinking coffee, smoking a cigarette and he goes, oh, the hairy Man's back. Just not salt me drinking his coffee. Right, Jeff just stopped with
his plate and he goes, what the hell are you talking about? It's back, And immediately he drops the plate on the ground, stands up, is looking all around, runs, gets back in there, grabs a shotgun, comes back out and Art was like, called down, I got the rifle right there, calmed down, He said, it came back. It circled the ryround once while we were sleeping. It looked in the window once I made eye contact with it, said TAMAI, and it left. He goes, I said hello to it. It left, said CHAMAI. It's
gone. We got nothing else to worry about, right, Jeff's screw you, dude. Why are you so calm? There's a monster freaking running around here and you're just say it? Just yeah. I said hi, And they left with no big deal or whatever. And that was Art's attitude, nonchalant, didn't even using it was just like, oh I moose crossed the yard. Moose went across the just there was nothing. What that going on? Jeff is at a boiling point of confusion on He's throwing what to do.
He's borderline. Wants Art to make the satellite call or the BHEF call, whatever line of communications they had set up. I think it was an antenna and bachef. So he wanted them to radio for a plane to get him the hell out of there. He didn't care how much money is getting paid. He goes Arts calmed down. The owner is going to be flying in this afternoon. We'll discuss it with him. If you still want to go, then I'm sure the plane it'll be right here anyway. There's no
need of emergency call. They're gonna be here anyway. It's good weather, they're gonna fly. Jeff calms down. Okay, I'm gonna ask the honor what they You knew this and yet you get me he's ready to give them both barrels of shit. Day goes on and the planning come. Yet now it's getting on five to six pm, and Jeff's normally used to California daylight to where six seven pm is nighttime. It's getting dark, not Alaska, so he doesn't even realize it's six or seven. So by the time he
starts complaining, it's already nine pm. And they hear the plane coming. So in Jeff's mind, with all the daylight, it's been a very long day. Why has it been mid day so long? For another thing? So in his mind's eye, Jeff thinks it's six or seven ish, it's actually going on nine, closer to ten or whatever. When they see the play circle around, check the wind the went little windsock they had set up and came on Atlantic. Here comes the owner. Really nice guy. He's
only talked to him on the phone and via email. They've only had limited conversation. Teleconference. That's what it was between the owner, his wife and Jeff. That's what it was. Tele conference. This was the damn near a decade ago, so they didn't have all the little fancy actually have. Now guy gets there saying, hey, how you liking it. Jeff's immediately, look, man, there's a monster running around here. ART don't give a shit. It doesn't bother him one iota. It bothers me. I
need to go owners. I'm down. That thing's been around for years. It hasn't hurt anyone. It keeps scaring people off the job. I need this done. It doesn't do anything, It doesn't hurt nobody. It merely comes around, checks it out. Hasn't broke, hurt or done anything in five years. I don't give a shit. I don't care. It's a monster. I went out of here, goes back and forth with the owner. The owner offers another substantial amount of money because he really liked Jeff's work.
His portfolio was on point with his interior finished work, and the guy really liked it, so he kept bumping up the offer incrementally, and Jeff kept saying, hell, I don't know. It boils down to Jeff tells the guy to get bent. The guy's trying to lacate him and just pacifying with the little things that I've never heard no one. I'll never heard no one. Why would I need to tell you something is dangerous when it ain't hurt no one because Jeff's saying, you lied to me and didn't tell me
everything. It was heated, not like a full blown argument, but Jeff was giving him a piece of his mind, and he felt lied to, and in essence, he was a little bit he wasn't fully informed. Anyway, He basically quits on the spot. And the owner happened to be the one piloting the plane that day, so it didn't even dawn on him that there was no pilot. But it was just the owner. And the owner had brought someone with him, some associate of some kind that was looking potentially
by land from the owner that was adjacent to this price. He was multitasking. He was being the pilot that day, going to show some property and then check on his new employees. Anyway, it then once dawned dow Jeff that the owner is the pilot. He changed his attitude because he wanted to fly out and the pilots are the owner is isn't flying out tonight? I
wasn't flying out tonight. We need to stay the night. There's a weather system coming in and it's probably hitting KENI now working this way, so we may not even get out tomorrow, So cal him down. We're all here. Jeff's not hearing any of it. He goes, I already quit, don't expect me to lift the told guys and all it's fine, And Jeff, I still want half the money you lied to me. The guys look, you're covered. Don't worry. We'll make that happen. We can ride
it out this evening. Just call him down now that you're not working for me. We're just friends here, our acquaintances. We're just gonna get through the night, no harm, no foul. So the owner, nochalant honey, leaves with this little associated He's gonna go show this other piece of the property too, and they're gone. They're gone for it's not fully dark that time of year, but they do see the clouds moving towards them. Jeff
and are already inside. He had dinner. He's calmed down about the situation, but he's resolute. He's out of here. He don't give a crap. So they're sitting there and they're wondering where these guys at. Maybe we should should go look for him. So Art's like, yeah, I'm gonna I'm gonna grab the rifle. You let and wait here, you already worked up. I'll go and I'll go and trap him down. So Art leaves. About fifteen minutes later, he hears the voice is talking, so he
assumes it's a dam coming back from wherever they were. So it's going along and he's like, what are they talking about? Because he was hearing some kind of gibbers that wasn't making sense. Then he goes, are they arguing?
So he goes out onto the porch and he looks in the direction where the trail leads to the backside of the property where they were showing it, and he sees two dark figures off by the side of the trees, but it's silhouetted to where he can't tell what the hell, but he could really he realized it was big. Whatever these two things were big, making these noises. Screw that grabs a shotgun, wings a couple of shots in the
air, and those things disappearing into the trees, just smoothly gone. Moments later, Art, the owner, and the dollnor's associate come burying up the path. The associate had this low handing down in his hand, looking like James Bonds. So they get there and he's able right there. You guys ran right past him and they were like, we saw them talk. They didn't mean us any hare, And Jeff wasn't having any of it, didn't believe it. He goes, you're just gonna stand there and watch these sings.
I went out of here first thing tomorrow. I don't care what the weather is. And the owners whoa calm down, So things calm down. From that, they get inside, they go to bed, morning crowds. The showers had passed overnight. It was beautiful. The next morning when he opened his eyes at four point thirty am, the sun was already out and it was beautiful. There was bird chirp, the first time he had been there in a few days. He was there that he heard birds chirp here
at squirrels chattering. He heard the ravens in the background by the little dump burnet place, and everything felt right. He felt better. He felt like that presence that had been around for days is now not And Pylot, the owner gets up, Art feeds everybody, and the associate stays with Art, and they stay there. And Jeff left with the owner and is now in California. I said, are you ever going to come back to Alaska, and he said, honestly, how many places in the state are you aware
of that these things are? And I said, potentially everywhere. This is Alaska, potentially everywhere. I only have so many reports inso far outside of my adorable references on where they were. And he goes, Okay, if you come across the spot that you know they're not, I'd be happy to come back to Alaska. But until that, he's going to be in California. They say, you don't gotta go home, but you can't stay.
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