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 hello, hit somebody out here? What went on out there? I thought of a bit of about sixty nine. I don't know easy out there. Yeah, I'm walking right away. Greetings from Alaska today. I want to talk to you about something related to me earlier this morning, after I
got done changing out my fuel pump in my car. This lady, we'll call her Monica. She and two elder relatives and her two kids. One was seven, one was four. They went with the older relatives her parents. I believe It was to a remote fisht and lodge as a family vacation. They weren't necessarily there to go charter fishing or none of that stuff. They wanted to be out in the woods and spend time together as a family. Her mom was sick with cancer at the time and was in remission,
so they wanted to get some family time in right. And I get the chills thinking about that Yoma Wine a minute as they're going through. They were there for a seven day trip. It was on the fifth day there. Now, the lodge keepers kept this place immaculate. All the grass and the shrubs were cut back a good distance from the lodge to keep it bear aware, kept it short, keep the mosquitoes down, all that kind of stuff. These lodge owners were on their stuff, and there's a lot of them
that are. I'm not going to name the lodge, however. They were up in the wood tick Chick State Park, Okay, which is the same area I grew up in. I'll just say it's between Lake Aleccinicic and the tick Chick Narrows is where this lodge is. Okay. There's several through there. So they're doing their thing for five days. They got one night, two days and then they leave, or something along those lines. They were
in the very last portion of their visit for the last five days. It had been beautiful weather, all that kids running around right out in front of the little cabin there, having a great time. She said it was some of the best times of their lives, especially spending that time with their mom. Her mom passed away a year or two after this incident happen. So having a great time, they had settled down for the day. They basically tuckered themselves out with fresh air, which kids will do. So kids do
their thing. She brings them in so they could cool off in the shade, get out of whatever mosquitoes may have been there. The clouds had moved in and started to rain, and it's the first sign of any rain the whole time they were there, so they weren't overly disappointed. It was just a nice little sprinkle, just basically getting everything wet. She stepped out on the porch to smoke a cigarette, and as she's standing there smoking underneath the
drip edge of this little cabin, she kept getting a weird smell. She said, it smell like a wet dog. She figured, okay, maybe it's the camp dog nearby, because they had three shelties or something, some kind of little sheet purding dog that the lodge owners had on property at all times. Just make noise, keep bears away kind of thing, right, weren't attack dogs or guard dogs by any means, but just alarms, so she figured it was them. But it wasn't quite a wet dog smell.
She couldn't pinpoint it. It wasn't nothing too like funky or rotten or dead or whatever, so she really thought nothing of it. And she's facing towards the main lodge from this little outbuilding cabin where they're staying in, and she's smoking her cigarette and she's just looking at the bowl of mountains around her, just gorgeous, just taking it in and enjoining her cigarette, and out of her peripheral to her left she sees movement. But this movement's a lot bigger
than a dog. So she's just taking a jag of a cigarette and just looks over and there was a hairy man that stepped out, and it's looking right at her kind of I've been watching you this whole time. You see me now kind of look her words, not mine, and step back into the trees, just quiet, seamless, stepped out, made eye contact, step back in, drops your cigarette or no, she didn't drop it outside.
She still had it in her mouth with She ran inside, shut the door and was standing there and was in shock until the cigarette burned down and almost burned her lip. That's what snapped her out of her shock. She runs, put a cigarette in the sink and was looking out the kitchen window, and the thing walked by the back of the cabin, making direct eye contact with her the whole time, just like it was nothing, just one
fluid movement. She freaked out. She dropped down to blow the counter level and tucked up against it and looks over and both her kids are five feet away on this little couch sleeping now. Mom and dad had already tucked back into one of the two bedrooms to take a nap. Mom was tired, was dealing with some medication issues or whatever, so it was a leisurely day. Anyway, thing walks by, she freaks. She immediately goes, okay, I need to get my kids out of No, there wasn't a whole
but ton of windows in this place. There was a one right above the kitchen sink, there was one where the table sits, and there was another one next to the door, and there was a small one in the door, not counting a window in each of the rooms, so it wasn't like it had big, huge bay windows and all that kind of thing. So she immediately thinks of her kids, jumps up and looks out the window,
because the counter kind of ends where it shoot. If she was facing the sink this way to her left, short little l on the counter, not very big, then the kitchen table. Then that other window was off to her left, so when she ducked down, she was face in that direction. When she stood up, she was looking directly out that window, glancing between the two. And as she's doing that, this thing peeks his head into the window, real close to the window and then leans back, comes
back over by the kitchen window. And she didn't see it, but she could see the shadow movement because this daytime, this is the middle of the day, this is happening, this thing. She could see it, silhouette shadow shine in into the sink as it peaked, and then it kept moving slower going back. She said it on one of the shadow was moving its real janky. It was real and not very fluid. It was like it was just doing this number. She grabs one of the coffee mugs and slams
it against the sink to make noise. Instantly the shadow is gone at what where she could see walk the kids up. Shurtled him somehow, it didn't disturb her parents. I think her mom's medication and her dad was old as well. They were sleeping harder than they normally would, let's put it that way. And so immediately she gets the kids and gets into that bedroom.
Now that bedroom she's staying in, the particular window faces the total opposite direct shirling of the window that faced out over the table where it peeked out. She saw it. There's no curtains for this window. So she's immediately grabbing the black kid and she's hanging it over the trim and kind of tucking it and squeezing it behind the trim to get it to stay up because she had
no tax. She wasn't planning it. She gets that blanket hung up, and she gets the kids huddled over in the corner, and so she decides to make a game of it because they're a little freaked out. In all the seven year olds smart enough to pick up on, hey, there's something happening here, And so his mom calms them down, says, hey, let's play. Pretend to make four now. In that particular bedroom, it
had a little love seat in the corner. So they used a couple of the cushions the other bedding they had and made a little fort blocking their view from the window, even though it's now covered with the blanket, just to keep them out of you. One hundred percent. Of course they're down with it. They're still tired, but they put in their effort. They make their little fork, and they tucked under there. She sits in the room for a while until she hears the kid snoring. She goes out the door
and is gingerly going very short hallway. It's not a very big place. It's two bedrooms on one side, a little bathroom, indoor facility, then the kitchen, short counter table, little living area door out, not big at all. So she gingerly makes her way out, and she notices a shadow kind of motion, like something moving like that coming from that kitchen window. So she gets up to the edge and she peeks around the corner, and there's something moving, a spruce bough from a spruce tree in front of
the window every couple seconds. It was like it was a at a certain cadence. It was just going back and forth every so often, back and forth, and she's not knowing what to make of it. She assumes it's this thing. Now, this is an operational lodge. There's other people and
other little out building cabins just across the way. Middle of the day this is going on, but it's happening on the backside of this particular little bungalow cabin thing, right, So she's watching it, and she decides she's going to go over the door and scrape for help out the door and then shut the door and lock it because obviously, if it's on that side of the building, I have time to scream for help shut the door before it can get around and get me fair enough. So she does that. She screens
bloody murder out the door and shuts it and locks it. That woke up her kits. At this point, she didn't care. She was just wanting it to go away. She didn't want to come back out of that room and have this thing, whatever is going on with this bruce bow waving it in front of the kitchen window was trying to draw her out, get her attention. Who knows, it's speculation. She was terrified. She does her screaming thing. She's looking out the window, peeking, looking at the other
windows to make sure no one's looking at her. She was too petched by to get close to the windows to drop the Venetian blind style things that they had, because she was afraid to break the window and snatch her out. That's how she felt. She felt very scared and very fearful for her children, which rightfully, I mean, I totally understand that I would be on point too. Those are kids, and who knows the kids could have drew
it in just by their laughing and giggling. Who knows, speculation. She does the scream thing a couple more times, and finally one of the guests, he was fifteen year old boy, heard her screams and came running across, and he had one of his dad's shotguns for goose hunting. He comes running over, what's going on? What's going on? And she said,
hey, get inside. She brings them inside. She pulls them inside and says, hey, look, there's a creature out here that was looking in the window and scared me and the kids, and I'm not shirt ran off and he goes, I didn't see anything when I ran over here, and I had a pretty good view of the backside of the cabin. She goes, you didn't see all of back there. She wouldn't, having none of
his excuses. She didn't want him trying to go look outside. She didn't want that on her conscience because this scene was big and the look it gave her was not one of friendship. So she tells him, look, give me the gun. I'm going to go over to the main lodge and see if there's anyone there. Now, this being a working lodge, they'll have a plane or two that will take clients out on the river and fly him into a remote spot to get some nice good grayling fishing or some rainbow trout,
brooke trout whatever. The kid was like, okay, freaked out because he saw the look on her face and she was an adult. She told him she knew how to operate the shotgun and she would do it now. The cake put up a little bit of an argument at first, but she put her foot down and said, look, picture me as your mom. I have kids here, I'm being genuine with you. There's a danger. You stay here, I'll go. He agreed, and he agreed to keeping
out the kids. She goes out the door, and as she's going between two cabins, there's an open space and it leads to just a tight little kind of walkway, not necessarily a porch, but like a sloping ramp that led up to an old shed that was just adjacent to the backside of the bungalow they were in. I think they kept lawnmowers in it or something.
But she got to a point near the other cabin where she could look back and see that ramp, and she saw something hairy, like a hairy foot, just a portion of it sticking out from her view, and instantly turned and popped a shot with that shotgun at the hairy foot. Now she was probably thirty yards away at this point. A loud scream happens. She doesn't see anything, the foot's gone, the foot moved. She didn't blow it away or anything. It just peppered it with bird shot. But she heard
pump and thrashing and bashing going off into the trees. So she immediately turns and heads for the main lodge to get someone else other than the little fifteen year old kid. So she goes in, goes into lodge. They didn't keep it locked, it was open door. She runs in there. Happened to be one of their cooks that had fly in was in the back corner of the lodge dealing with some prep work for the evening meal that they were going to make everybody, and he had heard the gun shot, so he
was cleaning up his hands coming out. As she went in the door. She goes, hey, there's a creature over there. I was trying to get me and my kids. She's totally freaking out, and so the guy goes, calm down, give me the gun. She gives him the shotgun, and he puts the shotgun down, gets some more adequate rifle, and they go back out together. Now they're paranoid looking around. The guy's creak, like, what's this lady talking about? Because she was adamant, even
when I talked to her, adamant. She was like, she was so worried about her kids. Now, where that little ramp had to be was if you were in that kitchen window again, looking out that window, that ramp would start roughly just it's about midway of that window sloping up to that little shed off the back right. So they come around and they're looking and there's nothing to be seen. There's no blood. You could see some of the impact of the pellets on the side of the cabin and part of the
base of the ramp there. And as they're standing inspecting it, the guys looking around and he's trying to try to make out tracks. He heard the screams for help. He thought it was one of the kids playing at first. So her screaming that boy going over there, and her coming and the shot going off, it all accumulated on the guy. So he's sitting there trying to ask her, do you know what direction it sounded like it went. She goes the woods. She goes, I'm getting back inside to get
my kids and my parents and get over into the main lodge. Keep an eye out for us. I'm going to get this little fifteen year old boy to come with us until people get back from their outings out on those skitchs and the planes. So she does that. He escorts them and everything, and they get all the kids up there, and the guy gives them some snacks and some stuff to chill out, just change the mood. Because the kids were freaking out, and especially the fifteen year old kept asking a million
questions, what did you shoot at? Why did you shoot my dad's gun? And all this stuff. They abate the kid. They tell him it was nothing major. It wasn't what I thought. It was a bear. Oh bear. I'm just left it at that right. I'm not trying to drag this out, I promise, I'm trying to get to everything. She wants another cigarette. Things have calmed down. It's been about an hour.
Her and the guy with his rifle go out on that front porch that where you can see the whole little spread there, and she's smoking a cigarette on the back side because her bungalow was the furthest one away on the left hand side. If you're standing in the front of this lodge. It was like two or three down something like that. And so she sees this thing as she's smoking. We'll peak his head out real quick. It was happening real fast. It was just like so she points, she goes, look,
gets the guy's attention. Look, it's behind the building. It's just peeking his head out. And the guy sees it and he's holy shit. So he gets the rifle and he's starts running that direction. Things stopped peeking around the corner once I saw the guy right, so as he goes on to the front side to go around in the corner looking at this thing ran around the other bungalows and came up by that porch where she was still smoking, and ran in front of it, ran by and just glanced up at her
as it ran by, going back on down the way. Now, I don't know if it lured the guy away to try to get at her and then decided better of trying to get at her, or if it was just planning on going that way. Anyway, it's speculation. She said it made no aggressive motions towards her. It just ran by. It was about twenty feet away, and it was moving, but when it looked at her, it looked at her right in her eyes as it ran by, and so
it takes off. The guy comes back because she screamed when she saw it come between the two bungalows, further towards her, in between him and her. The guy with the protection, so he runs back over and he only caught the tail end of it, just scurrying down the trail. It was moving, so now the guy has really spooked and she said, it looked at me again, and she goes, I want my kids out of here
today. Now it was roughly two three o'clock in the afternoon. The guy said, we can probably get you to Dealing Him, which is the nearest airport in the area, but we won't be able to get you on the flight. We'll get there too late for you to make the five twenty flight the jet back to Anchorage. She said, I don't care. Get me, my kids and my family to Dealing Him tonight. They wanted out. He makes the arrangements, he totally understands he's talking about a pro rated thing
or whatever. And she didn't care about none of that shit. She wanted her kids the hell out of Dodge. Who knows what the intention was all speculation, We truly don't know, but this thing was using predatory tricks to lure people out. My cousin, Elizabeth Cook Elizabeth osterhoss One cried like a baby to lure who were in another one of our cousins out of their apartment,
mimicking a baby to lure someone else. There's a lot more going on than a lot of us even realize, because right now we're not even scratching the surface. We really don't know nothing about these things. All we have is these strange periodic encounters in remote Alaska. They got them to dealing him, and she said when they got to Dillingham, the cab driver for Ernie's cab, she said, it was some native guy. As they're getting a
ride from the south shore landing at the beach there at Electnigik. The ranger we called him Johnny Law. I'll just leave it at that. He was dealing HANMPD for a little bit. She sees him doing his due diligence, checking tags and stuff in the parking lot for parking, for launching boats, settling this business. And she doesn't want to seem like a weirdo. So, by the way, non Ernie's cab to show up or whatever, she had made her way over there and brought up something strange in the woods.
Is there ever any reports about anything strange in the woods. I was worried about my kids. Is there things that the public should know? He looked at her in her eye and said, what do you mean? There's bearers? We have bears, caribou mosse and just listed to spiel and she said, this is on two feet listening hand a human like face. It was peeking in windows and try to lure me out. He just looked at her an eye and said, I don't know, don't know what to tell you.
No shit's given. If a worried mom comes up to you and you're on your job, you would think you would be a little more attuned to engage her and try to calm her down. Anyway, it just goes to that whole thing where people really are not very accepting at all, even though there's so many thousands of people that have experiences, at least hundreds every year, and thousands since the beginning, not counting God forbid missing people. We
just don't know what's going on with them. So stay tuned for more sasquatch out to sea. We'll be right back after these messages. This was shared with me about a week ago. He told me I could share. He wanted me to leave his name out of it. He's a photographer that makes these brochures for a lot of these remote cabins for their literature at airports and whatnot. So he was up in the Chick Narrows area, which is basically by the nu Yekuk River where it starts feeding back down to the New Chigag.
He was up in this region. He was taking wildlife photos and scenery photos for the brochure. This lodge he happened to get hired by. He said it was in June of nineteen ninety nine. There was a lodge that was being built at the time somewhere in Tikchik Lake and they wanted pictures of the Ticchick Narrows and a couple other surrounding lakes and whatnot. On his adventure, he got his photos he wanted and everything, and he got his gear put away. But the guy that was ripping him around said, hey,
there's excellent trout fishing by the New Yakuk falls. Guys like, hey, I'm game, I got my fly rod. Let's go. I want to catch some of those big rainbows they go. The way the falls are, it's basically a bunch of big rocks. It's not like an actual waterfall, but there's a bunch of big rocks in it. It's not what you would consider a traditional waterfall. It's big rocks and whitewater. You can't boat through that shit. So he gets over to a landing area that's to the north
side of the mouth of the New Yacuk where it goes in. And as you're going in there, there's this little bit of a bay where they got the new counting tower and all that stuff that's all automated. I forget the name of it offhand, but you cut back. And once they cut back north to where it opens up into the niw Ya Cook and then the falls
star just a little ways a way. They bank the boats there and hiked around to get up by the rocks and fish the upper part and then walk down low trail to the lower part, because a lot of the big rainbows will be down at the bottom of those falls, feeding on smoke and all that kind of stuff. After the salmon run and they get big, big rainbows, beautiful, unreal coloring in him, gorgeous. He didn't bring his photographic equipment. He left that in the boat. His job was done.
He was going to go play. The guy that was fishing with them stayed up top and he came down this trail, the old Bear trail. He followed it on down. They had seen a couple of bears in the area, so he was concerned, but he had some bear spray. He has his bear spray on his hip and he gets down there and he did about three or four casts, and he noticed there was no sound. Everything was just very quiet, and he's right by the fall, so he's befuddled at
how there's no sound. He's trying to put it together, right, so he said he just continued fishing. He felt a little uneasy, but he figured the feeling of being watched was because of the guy up top there just looking in on him every once a while to make sure he didn't fall in the water type thing. It wasn't that guy. He had hip waiters on.
And he went onto this rock. It was a little bit offshore from the river bank, and he was posted standing up on there doing his all fly thing because where he initially started it was having a hard time getting the fly because the alders and the scrubbrush behind him, so he was getting tangled up a couple of times. Figured get a little more wiggle room. So
he's doing his fly fishing thing and he can't get over. How come it's so quiet and it's like he was getting one bite after another, and then for whatever reason, they weren't biting on the blood worm he was trying to feed him. So he was looking to pull his hat off, and he's looking for a different fly to swap out. He hears this weird he said, it was like the drone of a plane. Now, I asked him
to elaborate. What do you mean the drone of a plane? He said, like you hear a bush plane off in the distance, that kind of whining way. I said, okay, yeah, I understand that. That. He goes, I knew it had to be a plane coming into land somewhere, probably up top on tick Chick Lake. But he thought nothing of it. He goes, okay, is this plane coming in or whatever? This droning humming noise, weird noise kept continuing, continuing so much that he
got concerned. Was like, is there a plane stuck somewhere? So he stopped what he's doing, gets back on shore, goes back up the trail to where the other guy is, and he goes, hey, do you hear that? And when he got up there next to the other guy fishing, he was here, what I hear the falls? I hear the water? He goes, no, the sound of the engine from that plane. He goes, look around, there's no planes. Guys. Man, that's weird. And he goes, yeah, if you don't like it, here
there's another spot I know we can by fish and check it out. Or this other spot. He goes, hold on, I'm gonna I'm gonna try a few more casts and get a big rainbow. So he goes back down and he just thinks it's odd, no big deal, goes back out on his rock, starts fishing again. No longer any humming going on when he got back, so he goes, man, that was really weird. He just chopped it up. No horm, no foul. It was weird,
but whatever. So he continues fishing. As he's looking scanning across the river, just to doing his thing with this fly rod, he notices there's movement by some of the shrubs. Now he figures, okay, it's just some wind across the way because it's a little bit of a distance and there was nothing really to make out at that point. But he saw some movement,
figured okay, it might be a bear. I'll be more bear aware, and pulled a little pin out of his little bear mace thing that he was carrying, right, He wanted to be ready in case he had to use, so he pulled the pin, put the pin in his pocket so all he had to do is flip up the thing and pull the trigger. So
he's bear ready in his mind. As he's sitting there looking around, he sees a couple spots that he might want a photograph and get photos for it, just to have him on hand as some more examples for this brochure he was putting together. So he was thinking about work and fishing, and that movement over there wasn't really a big deal. He gets the idea that he's going to go back up get his camera before they leave, run back down,
get a couple of picks. As he's contemplating this and he's doing his fishing thing, he goes back on shore and was getting something out of a small little tackle box thing. He brought it like a little belcrow kind of case where he had a bunch of different stuff. When he got on shore to grab his little case where and set it down by the little day pack like a fanny pack he had next to it, they weren't there. He was like, what the hell? And he noticed his wet footprints going by,
and he couldn't make out what the wet footprints were. They were just big, oblong footprints, and he was like, that's weird. He figured it was a bear double stepping something like that. So a bear snatched his shit because this smelled like fish, that's what he's thinking. So On actually gets his bear mace out and he's looking around. He doesn't hear anything, so he breaks down his fly rod. He takes the spool off of it. It was a sage rod. It was a seven footer. It was
a two piece fly rod. He starts breaking it down because he knows he's got to go the case. The little fanny pack in his little lure box or whatever gone, so he's gonna hand carry this. So he's holding the fly rod and everything in his left hand and he's got the bear mace in his right hand and he's looking around. He goes, man, I got I just got to find this stuff. He had important paperwork in his fanny pack. He had his wallet, his ID, all that stuff, so
he needed to find it. But he didn't want to do it alone. So he goes up. And when he goes up to find the other guy that he was with. The other guy had walked down the trail going away, and he could see him way down a ways to where it'd be hard for him to hear him with the falls next to him if he's screen forms. They said, I screw it, I'll take a quick look myself. So it goes back down, and when he gets back down, he notices his case for his fire rod's there. He's like, wait, what the
hell? I was just here, you know. So he goes over, he grabs, he's inspecting it and sees, you know, these partially what footprint stone he's looking and as he's bending back up from grabbing his Firod case, his body shook from a low, bellowing kind of a growl. He said it was so ungodly it took his breath away, not the impact of the sound, but the fear. The fear took his breath away instantly. He felt very in danger, very not safe, in a very perplexing,
overwhelming fear. He said he had never felt fear like that before. He had survived a plane crash couple years earlier. He said the fear from the plane crash didn't even touch the fear that he had with this sound, because it was unlike anything he had ever heard. No bare sound makes that kind of sound, not that low, not that pronounced. So he stands back
up and he's immediately got the bear mason. He's pointing it around. He's in a little narrow spot by some alders, so he's gonna go down just a little further into where it's more open so he can better have a visual and not have something just right on him before he knows it. He goes over there and he's looking around, and he notices his fanning pack is just about five feet away down this trail, so he's looking around. He runs
over, he grabs his fanning pack. He's cool. He clicks it on, picks up his bear spray again, and goes back over and nothing has happened from this sound, right, So he's Okay, that was weird. I don't hear any movement, I don't smell anything weird. Let me get my gear together. I'm gonna get back up on the skiff and I'll just I'll wait out there because I know the guy that he was with or whatever had a gun and our bear gun or something in the boat. So he
was fearful because of that unknown thing. But he wasn't like in a panic mode. So he's loading up his fly rod into his case, and as he's zipping it up, he's got it like this. And he said, when he was pulling the zipper towards him, out of a view of his eye just caught, you know, a little bit of his visual he saw something big and black move out onto the trail. He glances up, and he said it was on two feet. It wasn't a bear, and it
was looking right at me, like through me. And he said it looked at him with such disdain and hatred that he said, the fear and the hate and all that was just palpable in the air. I felt that tuning you. It is not comfortable. Everything in you wants to run. All of that. Right, He's in shock. He's froze up. He's not even zipped up this case all the way, and this thing is looking at him. And he's in a half squatted position because he knelt down to load
things up. His bear mace is right next to ready to grab thought about grabbing it, but this thing was just doing this kind of heaving thing. I can imagine, I really can, So it's doing this heaving thing and then starts doing this swinging thing that's very common, and it walks back off the direction it just came. But the direction it came was back the direction that trail cuts back. He was in this little zigzag trail, so the direction it went it was basically going to had him off on the trail if
he didn't get moving. So he knew that. He snatches the bear mace. He's got his stuff, and he turns around to start running. As he makes it around this little bit of a bend on the trail, it's standing there again. He puts up the bear mace and just fogs it right,
just blows out the whole area, airs that bitch out. This thing just didn't even flinch, didn't put his hands up or nothing, just had this cloud to envelop it, and it just looked at him and then started doing that huffing and get cold and started doing this little half squatting thing going like this. Now I've never seen one do that myself, but he took
it at his challenge accepted. So this thing starts doing this little stomping thing towards him, like this intimidation thing really imposing, and he was scared shitless. So he ends up backing up into the water, going back towards that rock where he was fishing at. He gets back up on the rock. So the rock, he said, it was about seven to ten feet out and it got deep ridge he got towards it. You had to get up on it from a point because the water was just a little over the knees.
So he gets up on that rock and that's his only salvation. The water's cold, there's nothing down river for him. He needs to get back up river, and this thing is standing in the trail just a little closer to him than it was when he fogged it with the bear spray. Now he's really second guessing that thought to fog this thing. The guy heard him scream. He didn't even realize. The guy told him later that he heard that the photographer guy screaming for a couple minute straight. This guy didn't even
realize it. Yeah, it was so subconscious. He was in such fear. He was screaming loud, bloody murder. The guy said, right, And so he's standing on the rock, ready to fog it again with the
bear spray. Whatever good that would do. The guy had made it back over by the skiff, looked down the area through the brush and saw the thing standing there and saw him on the rock, runs over, grabs the gun, runs back over, and at this point the thing had turned to face the guy just up the trail a little ways and just looked at him and does the same thing. And so the guy tries to fog it again. He's too far away. It just fogging blew away in the wind.
But he's panic stricken, and according to the guy, he was still screaming trying to fog this thing with the bear spray. The guy's got the gun up there and he puts off a couple shots over the top of this creature, and it just does this little huffy puffy thing, stands up like more upright instead of hunching. And he said it looks so muscular. He said the hair was like a grizzled but it wasn't like dense and thick like beaver
pelt or bear pelt. It was more like human hair. You could see where parts of it were spread, and you could see the skin underneath, and he could make that out. The thing Wanner's back off in the brush enough for him to feel he's got a window in enough room to get the frick out of dodge. He runs up there and the guy that was with mem or whatever was like, that was a weird looking bear. The photographer guy was like, that wasn't NiFe and bear, Dude, that was a
bigfoot. That was a bigfoot. It looked human, and he gave a very classic description, although he did mention that the eyes were very similar to the type I've seen where they're like a black translucent marble, very great white shark. Looking at his words, I get the analogy, I really do. It's like a soulless They get out of there. That was the last time he did photography for that particular area, and that was in ninety nine. These things happen to people a lot, a lot more than you could
ever realize. I had just watched the new Hammer Peterson's YouTube channel. He does things about Krypton's a candidate. Great show. By the way, if you haven't seen Hammers Peterson, check it out on YouTube. Guy's got great stuff. He happened to be talking about the Alaskan harry Man and mentioned Ted Anguson. I know Ted, I know Val Chops Val junior val Junior. I went to school with very good buddy, and he was speaking to the
Harryman he saw by mann Kotok while he was on a plane ride. There are so many of these little been some pieces of encounters that go on in the Bristol Bay area, from Togiak on up to Iliamna. He touched on a couple of things in Iliamna. There is so much more for me. I've been reaching out to relatives for my project. I want to get First Nations on camera given their experience, just straight up, no coorusing just tell me what it was type of thing. And I barely scratch the surface with
just a handful of people I know. And as far as First Nations encounters, there must be forty of them just with five people. Forty with five people, it's basically the first time they're going to speak about it out in the open. If we break that math down, just think about all the potential things that have gone on that no one accounts for. No one in Remote Alaska really accounts for these things, not on a large scale. There may be a few here and there. Joe Active I think in Bethel he
keeps track of Harry Mann's stories. I don't even know if he's still alive. There's a lady Mary up in Ilio I'm and she touched base on the amount of missing people over the years. So many people in remote places just gone, no trace, no nothing like they never existed except a memory, just gone pooh. I'm not trying to insinuate that the hairy Man is snatching all these people and that's why they're missing in Alaska. That's not it.
I think there's a portion that very well could be. There's a lot going on. I just encourage those who've been to Alaska, live in Alaska First Nations non it doesn't matter. If you've had something happen in Alaska, share it. You don't have to share your name. This would be the third or fourth person I've shared their experience that doesn't live in the state, but had an experience and it was so profound they don't come back. The guy
at the fishing lodge, he don't come back. He was there for almost a decade. This crap goes down on him in one winter last winter before whatever it was done done. All it takes is that one encounter. Who do you tell? It's frustrating that people are treated that way, considering all the anecdotal evidence, historical references. First Nations people for thousands of years got
these things on glyphs of some kind or another. But those in the college that have only been around off for one hundred and fifty years, two hundred years, they overlook it, or they write a book about the mythology, but they don't delve into the day to day lives of these people and how it's happening on a regular basis. Just some thoughts that bother me about the whole thing, because there's so much more going on than I even realize.
And I've dealt with a whole bunch of different shit. There's far more going on, and I think the more people that come forward, especially from the Bristol Bay area are anywhere in Alanska, honestly, the more people we can get to share, maybe we have little better bits of pieces of information to move forward on as far as information to gain some kind of better understanding other than just so and soul is missing or solved with screaming and runoff. There's
some kind of correlation going here with all of it. It's mind boggling, intriguing, but mind boggling it just so much of it doesn't make sense, but thanks for listening. I can' y