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, hit somebody out here? Went on out there? It's got a bit of about sixty nine. I don't know easy him out there? Yeah right, Oh, greetings spread from Dillehaim, Alaska. I'm gonna do these in a series because I have a whole bunch of encounters from a bush
pilot. This guy's been fighting charters for himself for almost forty years now. This particular situation happened in a place called Mama Bear Papa Bear. Anyone who's been up here fishing has probably been there as far as flying guides go. He picked a good day. Salmon happened to be starting their run real soon, and he was flying a couple of clients in there. So he flies by, checking the windows and all that to make sure he was good to
land on this particular river. It was, and so I turned around. He went back in the lands and instead of going to his normal spot where he would tie off and get his clients out, there were some trees that had broken and were blocking away. He just went over to the other side of the river and used a buddy of his tie downs, right, and so they get out. He ties off the plank so it doesn't go down
the river or whatever. So they get all the gear out. He goes it's a better fishing bank on that side, but we'll be fine from this side. No worries, right. His clients are all exciting that the first trip to Alaska, it just so happened. One of these particular clients worked for a different guide service from another state, a hunting guy, not a fishing guy. They were well versed in the wilderness, they really were. And of course the bush pilot never went anywhere on ar, so he knows
the business. They weren't concerned whatsoever the other guy, the client was an experienced outdoorsman that his own guide in service or whatever, and it was his wife, the guy being not a green horne to the wilderness, and the bush pilot wasn't concerned about this client. He said, Hey, anything happens, you know. There were three shots in the air, or I haarshy, I'll come or whatever. There's no reason to be right up on top of each other to do the fishing. There is bears in the area,
mistaken there's plenty of coastal brownies around. But if the bears are more worried about the fish and not the people. There's video out there of bears just coming up sitting next to a dude like, hey, yeah, it's a nice view, is myth, and going on about its way. I wouldn't want to go through that, but that kind of stuff happens. There's a level of complacency, for sure. For sure. The client leaves with the wife going upup the river, and the bush pilot just stand around the plane.
He's contemplating putting on his chest waiters and going to a shallower spot going across and clearing the the bree that's blocking his normal tie down, just because he doesn't know if anyone else will be coming in that day because things are picking up. He wanted to be respectful, so he's got a pistol. But he gets his shotgun and flings it over his shoulder and he leaves his fishing rob and stuff, and he grabs his hatchet, and he had a
battery powered chainsaw, a little mini one just for such occasions. Because it's not the first time of Debrie's falling in his way, he's well versed. He finds the spot that he knew would be shallowing up that he wouldn't get washed away, and he makes his way across and comes backed up the river. Now they had these little walkie talkies five mile range to communicate with each
other without screaming into the woods. So as he gets across the river and he starts heading back up towards the debris blockage, his little radio comes to life and it's his client saying, Hey, the fishing's great up Herede. You got to get up here. It is awesome, and he relays what he's doing, copy that, Yeah, we'll be here. You you'll hear a screaming with pleasure. This is great because they're slaying into him. They're able to pick and choose what they want to keep. So he goes on
and he gets up to the debris. The debris was actually two tops of two cottonwoods that were crossed over each other, and they were fairly big around, and there was so much foliage and stuff. He couldn't really make it out. It just looked like a bunch of smaller stuff, but it was actually the top of these cottonwoods, right, And these cottonwoods, he said, were eighty ninety foot tall. They were some of the older growth ones
that they just shoot straight up, you know. So he commences the cutting the branches back and just all he needs to do is clear his path, his landing area, and his tight downs. That's all he needs. He's not worried about bucking up all these big but frigging trees and all that. No, that's nature's business, that'll handle itself. He was just clearing what he needed to. He gets to work, is running his little saw.
His radio comes to life again and his client is like, hey, we saw something dark and brown out of the corner of our eye heading your direction on the opposit side of the river, so it's on your side of the river. Just be aware and so okay, he on shoulders his shotgun and leans it against this. It was like a group of little poplars or something right next to the trail, and he leans it in between where these two cross. So the barrels leaned against there. So being grabbed easy, right,
So he goes back to the way he's doing. He figures his little saw at his hacking this, bears can hear him and just go around it. It's not uncommon bears will circle around people continue on off the trail, and that's what he was anticipating. Another thing told him anything was wrong. So his head's down. He's not worried about to bear. He's just not complacency right. So as he's doing this taking care of his chore, here's
things hitting the leaves. It sounds like a little rocks. So he's looking to see if anything's falling from the sky, if there's debris or twigs and branches falling off another tree. And he couldn't make it out, so he discontinues on. He just thought it was weird because it caught his attention because one fell right in front of him right. So as he's going along he realizes it's continuing. There's more and more little rocks coming in a quicker succession.
He's no, someone's messing with me. He's been on the ways a long time. He's flying all over the state seeing everything under the sun. Dealt with the harry Man before. He had an inkling that it may be the harry Man, but he was used to them staying at a distance and just like me, shaking, screaming and doing something like that, and they usually part ways. This continued. He wasn't concerned at first, but then
he got uh inter feeling of dread. He said, unnatural dread. And he said this was actually the first experience that he's ever had that type of thing. Dread overcoming and grip him immediately. He stops what he's doing, and he drops his little saw, and he's paying more attention to the groundcover and how all the foliage is about him. He makes himself more aware of his surroundings. He knows the area. He has his own tightdowns now that he set up himself over the years, so he knows the area. He
knows all the little trails. He's checked him all out, so he knows there's a trail a little further off from where he is, to his right, up this little bit of a bank from the river's edge, there's another trail, and it's probably some one of his buddies, probably came in early to let it further down, was hiking through, saw him and decided to tease him. This is what he's telling himself. And so he's okay, and he figures this guy that he knew very well was right up the hill.
So he grabs a shotgun and he's just he's playing along in his mind right the bush pilot is so he's gone shot, and he goes, whatever the hell's up this hill. I'm gonna I've been shoot yet, so you better be ready because when I get to up here, I'm gonna f it. Shoot Yet he makes his way through. There was some devil club he was. He was determined he's gonna get his buddy for messle with him. He's gonna mess with him back and make him think he's gonna shoot him or
something. Not really pointed guns he had. He had this little snarrow worked out in his mind. He was gonna startle his buddy for picking on him with the rocks. He makes his way up and it's a good twenty five yards to this little trail that he knows is up there, so he makes his way up to it, and hey, list, there's nothing around the
shit. He looks up the trail because it kind of goes on a little bit of rise and then drops back down going down river, and the river where he's facing is off to his right now and just below him he can see his little work area, so he turns around him still facing up. He'll to fix down with his back to where he was just working, looking down this way doing a three sixty. Sweet see if the guy's hiding the peak behind a tree, you can laugh at him or something. Nothing,
And he noticed that it's dead quiet. He can't hear the birds that were just chirping off long ago. The birds were still going when he was running his little saw. When he stopped, he would hear chirping in the backgrounds Immediately he's peaked, so he shoulders the shotgun at low ready and he starts looking around. He notices out of the court of his left die movement down where he was just cutting, so it looks over and it looked like he
thought it was a humongous black bear. Now he thought it was maybe colored based because they had a cinnamon e kind of color, but it wasn't quite from his vantage point big enough to be a coastal brownie that he's a customer seeing in the area. He's aware of some resident bears that he's had not conflict but encounters with before in the past, so it's not one of those, and he's doing his best to not get over anxious. He's well versed. He doesn't ratily easily, and he yells down, hey bear, hey
bear. This thing turn stands up and looks at him. It's not a bear, it's a harry man. He said that the way it looked when he saw it, it looked a lot smaller, and Lenina had stood up and turned towards him because what it di ended up happening is where it had
squatted down was looking is where he had dropped his saw. His saw went in between some branches, so this thing had foliage around it, so when it leaned down, it blocked the pilot's view of exactly how big it was when he started yelling it, so once it stood up, it came into full view that it was much much bigger, and he immediately he's got the shotgun. He points the shotgun down at it and says, hey. He didn't know what else to do. He just yelled, hey. He had
no intention of shooting it. He didn't even have his finger on the trigger. But this thing looks at him let out this short little scream bark, as he called it, and it took the off back up river. He heard it thrashing as it was it was running. The trail runs along and the river itself kind of hooks around to the left, and his clients are on the opposite side of the river, just up around that bend, in this little honey hole they were fishing. So this particular trail raps around tight.
But there's also another trail that goes up and starts going up the embankment. This same took off and took that trail up the embankment. But then book a heart ninety and it was running just in the treeline where the river curves. When it took off, it was still undercover and not in view of the clients. Right, the singing was very aware of who was around, and it was staying in cover for the most part, because once it
took off running, it didn't stop, he said it. But it was real vast and you could tell there was a lot of activity going on with the trees shaking, all this other crazy. Just a couple of weird barks that were similar to the oney that was given to him before it took off. So his whoa, radios, Hey, be aware, there's something big running over that way, and the client radio's back. Dude, dude, what the F is that? And he goes, oh, it was just that bar He goes, no, I'm looking at it's looking at us.
What the f is that? Is at f and bigfoot? I'm looking at an And so the guy is on the radio, I'm looking at an F and bigfoot. Man, it's over here. It's over here, and it's staring at him and it's not continuing to run. So he runs down this particular cherry he was on because it eventually meets up next to the river, and so he'll be on the path between his client and this thing and this thing will be it's still on his side of the river. So he gets
down there. He's running around and his client's coming to view across the river. It's not very wide, but it's pretty deep. It's got a really deep channel crystal clear to the bomb forge's place. So he runs along and the clients are yelling at that pointing, hey, just a little further up, be careful, you're getting closer, getting close, and they're pointing the
way the brush was. He comes past his particular alders that were obscuring his view, and once he got past that point, it opened up more because the hill went up at a higher grade. So he gets around the bushes and looks up and this thing was there between a couple of the birch trees, had a one head on each side and was looking through the gap in the middle and was sweat at the outside the middle and go like that. And he was just mesmerized. As he's standing there holding his shotgun in kind
of a ready position. They're all just trying to fixed on the same doing this number right, and so they're trying to make out is it trying to fight the eight. He didn't know what to do, so yell. He started talking to hey, you can't be here, We're not here and hurts you. We're not here to hurt you. And he shows his gun that it's not pointing at him. We're not here to hurt you. In his
mind, it was worth to try. When he went like this with the shotgun and then started bringing it back towards himself, they took off running again, just gone. They heard it sound like the bulldozer going through. He looks back across as his clients. The client's wife was trying to turn on her digital camera. It wouldn't turn on. The battery was dead. She was it won't turn on, it won't turn on, And the guys don't worry about the f and camera, and he's yelling across and they could hear
each other all right. But then he realized I got the radio, so he radioes, hey, head back towards the plane. I'm coming back around. And they were like, we don't have to leave, and he goes, no, what I know of another spot. We'll come back to this spot before your your whole excursion. Hens. We're just leaving here now. He gets back go over, makes his way back across with the hip boots, collectsus here as he does, it doesn't finish clearing the debris. He
was only about halfway through with that task. He wasn't going to stick around. They wanted to leave for a while. He makes his way back across, gets over there, and just as he gets back up to his clients, and now he's facing back up river, the river's on his right hand side and the plane is right there. As a matter of fact, the client's right at the edge of the wing. And they were like, they weren't scared. They were just like, wow, did you see that that
thing was huge? They're telling, they're telling, they're telling each other what they had just seen and stuff. And meanwhile the pilots keeps checking, the six keeps checking around. Now this bushplane, you got to understand, it's fabric over a lunino. You don't want anything throwing anything at it. You don't and that's your way out of there. You don't want that shit.
They're all excited talking to each other. He's well, how he was trying to explain to him the few times he had a crossing with the Harryman over his time was just a couple. But they would shake stuff, throw stuff, and leave. And as he's explaining throwing stuff, coincidentally, he starts hearing the little pebbles chopping again. Like he heard across the river and it downs on him. Cloth. We got to get out of here, he says, Hey, let's load it up. That's throwing pebbles again. I
don't want it to tear the wing. They immediately understood, and they got in there and untied, and they did their day. They got out of there. Keep in mind a whole lot of these encounters I've shared with you. There's been ten twenty plus years with not a thing, and then all of a sudden something changes, and for the most part so far, these people no longer live in the state. When these encounters happen to people, it can either be like motivating to learn more or motivating to never go on
the damn woods again. Fortunately, this particular situation no harm, no foul. But a lot of encounters happened in very familiar places, especially up here that you've been gone to five, ten, fifteen, twenty plus years, never had an issue, and then next thing you know, poor rebels getting slammed against the tree. You know what I mean. Something to keep in mind. Let me share with you this will be a bush pilot known this guy a while now when he picks up clients, and he will fly him
remote for bear hunts and what have you. This was back when he was still guiding. This was in nineteen ninety seven. He picked up a client that landed in Iliamna and he had been running fuel to remote spots to have fuel staged for this trip so he could be out in the field and not have to fly all the way back to civilization to have some fuel. So he was doing his thing and he goes and picks up his client. Now
his client knew just enough to be dangerous. The guy didn't have a whole lot of outdoor experience except maybe a week or two a year, and that was usually guided and not of his own knowledge, so to speak. He knew enough to be dangerous, is what it was. He knew just enough to be dangerous. So he picks up his client and they're flying due west, heading to the Baring Coast from Ilamna, just due west, and as they were getting ready to clear all little valleys and little mountains in that area,
leaving Iliamna to the west, they come across this lake. And this guy had been up in the area before, and he goes, oh, that's Beaver Lake. There's big moose there. Let's go down there. Let's check it out. There's always big moose there. My buddy, the pilot, was like, yeah, we'll check it out. This guy was paying a lot of money, and we'll leave it at that. Any guide you're paying a simple brown bear hunt, you're looking at sixteen grand or better.
And I'm quoting prices from ten years ago, so extrapolate that. So he acknowledges the guy's request, he circles down, they land, and where he landed, he parked up where it was obviously a slip right there where beaver comes out of the lake or into the little pond or whatever, and had a little trail back into the trees where he gnawed down his trees and add to its dam and its house and all that shit. So he parked right there, and he split the trail with his pontoons, and he had two
stakes. There were just basically stakes you would use for form making for concrete, just a simple round steak, so he would pound him into the ground and use it to tie off his pontoons so the wind wouldn't jag his plane to the other side of the lake. Now, the guy who was with he told him, look, we flew today we can't hunt today. Leave your rifle. I'll bring mind for protection, bring a sidearm. We're only
looking. Guy was like, okay, we're only looking. He wasn't gonna argue with the guide because the guy would just take him out of there. That's what I would do. He's not going to risk his plane, his license and all that shit, because they'll confiscate everything. You go hunting illegal in Alaska. You'll find out man, you'll lose your truck, four wheel or anything you use to transport that meat. Forget it. You gone state owns it. You'll see a trooper driving your shit using your boat to go
and arrest some other idiot. So don't do it. That being said, they get out and they're going up this little trail. Now, this is a real and narrow trail that a beaver made, obviously, and it's muddy and stuff. So they're just walking off the side of it. Now the way it looks where they anchored up or where they tied off at Going straight ahead, that little beaver trail goes straight and then the kind of jay hooks to the left and it's like a reverse question mark that goes up this ridge.
But between that as a jay hooks to the left, there's a stand of trees black spruce, alders, birch, some cottonwood, and willows, all interspersed, very similar to what we have here behind me, but denser, thicker. I've cleared some of this out. This is my property here. I got cottonwoods down back over there for the moose that I've been talking about and all that. So as they're going up this trail stand of trees is they're real thick. And as they're going up and about to hit that
jayhook, there's movement off to the right. Now the jay hook, it's open metal that kind of arcs in a wide arc to the right, and it's just tree line that arcs around back over the lake and then cuts back down back towards It would be the east, because where he ended up parking, they were pretty much facing due north. So stay tuned for more sasquatch out to see. We'll be right back after the east messages. They get to that point and they hear noise off to the right just a little ways
and they see trees moving, so they get excited. They're thinking, oh, bull moose is rubbing its antlers. This guy he brought with them. His client had some whack ass elk bugle right unbeknounced to the pilot. Unbeknownst to the guide had no clue what this guy was doing. So they make the hook and he's excited. Maybe they're onto something. Maybe they could spike
camp and then get this bowl. In the morning. They're going up on that reverse question mark kind of loop going up the ridge, and as they're getting higher, they're getting to be able to see more vantage point and getting more little clear spots to see through the trees. They get up to the apex of it before it starts dropping back down, and then it gets into a bunch of willows and alders and whatnot, and it gets pretty thick in
there. As he got up there, the guy with them stop and then he continues to go a little ways and then looks over the edge and starts looking down into this stand of trees and is looking for any sign of that moose. This guy, unannounced to him, gets out this whack ass elk bugle that he didn't know how to use and made this god awful call with it. He said it scared the shit out of him because it was so it was it sounded like something being murdered, and it just it was totally
alien to the environment, had nothing to do with the moose call. Any call, not even an elk, would have responded to this thing. Right. He immediately laughs at the guy and says, knock that shit off, dude, you're gonna scare everything away. What are you doing? So the guy, look, it's really new. It's what's pet and dude technology and he goes patting that shit back in your backpack, man, And so the guy it worked like a practice with it, and he goes, dude,
we are hunting, they're paying a lot of money. Now is not the time for trial and error. We'll use tried and true cow call and get the moose's attention. You may have scared everything away for miles with that bullshit. So they're having this little discussion, right, and the pilot guide is really he's seeing what this guy is all about, and he's contemplating the money because he's only a couple hours invested into this. He can easily take this
jackass back to Iliamna. I tell him bye bye, refund his money. As they're discussing, and he's given him the rundown. Hey, you're obviously you don't know as much as you think you do, and just calm down and let's see if there's a viable bull. Otherwise we'll call it quits. And the guy he relented and said, okay, he chilled out with his attitude. So as they're discussing what exactly he was going to do, they
noticed the movement continued because it had gone dead quiet. And then the movement stopped, so they noticed that the trees were moving again a little bit, but they were moving away back towards that metal that arked around to their right.
As they were coming up the path, they're looking back down. They could see the plane straight in front of them, stand of trees just below them, and they can see part of the jay hook trail, the reverse question mark back down and then the straight shot back to the plane now off to their right. Once that that trail hooks around, there's a tree line that wraps the lake around from that side. And it was a lot dinner
and less. It was more sparsely covered with trees. As they were doing that and discussing it, and there was the movement, there was a very low gurgling. He said, it was more like a groan like a death grown from a bear, and so he was contemplated, was like, man, all right, did we by happenstance just come along and land at a lake where a bear is dying off here in the in the trees. So he was trying to contemplate do I want to go and check? Do I
want to go and check and see if that's a bear or not? And as he's contemplating it, the guy he was guiding for said, hey, I'm gonna I'm going to head back down to the plane. I don't feel comfortable without my rifle. And the guy was like, no, well, I don't want you to have a rifle out here. We might not even be staying. So just hold on and he makes a little cow call, and once he does, the trees move. Now they're just lined up to
where he can't get a totally good view. So he's a little flustered, but he knows, okay, if I can get this jackass to stay here, he knew he could slip down there, get a little closer and have some trees for cover and hide from the bull moose if they tried to charge him, because of course musa antlers and trees will stop that and he can get away. He decides to do that, and he goes down over the little ridge and he's going through the willows and he didn't realize how tall they
were, but they were over his head. So he took this little game show that cut through. When he comes through the opening, he's leading with his rifle right. He has open sights on it for good reason, because close quarter you don't want to try to be putting something in a scope. You want to put a beat on it and drop it. He comes through, he shakes three of the brush and the little game show splits into a y. So he takes the why to the left because that would take him
almost directly to where this noise is being made. So he's going along slow and periodically he would look back to make sure the idiot was up on the hill. Just class, and he told him, you just class. Anything bad happens, then you can go to the plane and get the ripe. Guy was chomping at the bit to have a gun, and I understand he's in remote alask if there's huge bears out there. Going along and he starts getting a funny feeling that he's being watched and he just chucked it up to
that guy glassing him from behind. He noticed his movement about fifty feet in front of him, just out of you. Every time he was coming, it would just be out of view. Then all of a sudden, yahoo on the ridge. Inexperienced guy leton. I'm gonna call him a yahoo. He's just inexperience and easily excited. He's up on the ridge doing jumping jack,
screaming, and he turns around. He's yelling, I'm hey, cut it out, and the guy is going frantic, just ape shit, trying to get his attention, just throwing rocks and saying bron And so he's turned around, he's looking, He's what what am I running for? There's nothing, no immediate danger. So he realized that he must be he had something I don't, and he happened to be far enough away he couldn't make out what that guy was saying. And so immediately he figures, I better reevaluate.
Let me get out of here. So he starts backtracking, and as he's backtracking, he realizes that movement he was noticing was actually circling, doing a little half circle to come around, and just as he got back to where that little split was the why there was a hairy man standing there. As he was backtracking, he would turn and as he got to that why split, he happened to turn to the right, and as he was swinging back left, he noticed it right off to his left, basically in the
middle of the split, about twenty five feet back in the trees. He said, the look on his face, he told me that the look on this thing's face is what gave him a gray streak of hair. That's what he told me. I ticked that with a grain of salt, but he seemed pretty convinced of it. He said it shook him to his core. It let out a scream, and he didn't realize he was on his knees from the fear. He was trying to run, but his legs weren't under
him, so he couldn't. And there was a disconnect within him what was going on versus attack or retreat. Now, this dude's been out in the woods for quite some time by this point, very experienced seeing it all. Kind of pilot crashed a couple times. That kind of guy not doing dumb shit, just whether circumstances got caught in a box canyon, all this type of shit. It wasn't his lack of knowledge. It was circumstances that he
had been in some crashes and all that. But he knew something was terribly wrong because he kept trying to coordinate his legs and he said he felt like he had extra weight on him and he had chucked that up to the fear he was dealing with. And the guy up on the hill, his client had a side arm on his hip, and he knew he did. He had some kind of nineteen eleven forty five or something like that. He yelled back up to hill, shoot it, shoot it. He was getting the
impression that he was being held somehow by this thing. Now I've never personally heard that. I've heard being frozen into tracks. I don't know. He never elaborated on what made him feel like this particular thing was doing it, which is creepy on a whole different level. I tell you that much guy
listens and the guy isn't shooting it. He's shooting in the air that forty five on a hand, a seven round mag and the guy just mag dumped the thing, right, didn't have any other bullets for it, just mag dump boom shot him off, and the hairy man just walked away, walked away to his left, out of sight. And the whole time he's holding the gun, but he couldn't pull it together to function to put a shot on it. He felt that had that guy not started popping shots, he
may not have been there. And he said he wasn't confident it was the gunshots that caused it to walk off to the left, because it was not intimidated, it was not scared, It wasn't for it didn't even flinch when the pop when the shots were popping, so he was able to scramble to his feet. He turns around and he's right at the wy so all he's got to do is turn around and cut up through the brush, and that's
exactly what he did. He gets up to the top of that little ridge that particular why he was at. Had he ran to the right, that little path would have cut right through to almost the apex of that half reverse question mark. He didn't know that, he found out later on a different trip. So he gets up to the top of the ridge again and the guy's empty, and he goes, you got any bullets, And he goes, yeah, I don't have any Let's go. It's not time to talk.
Let's go. They got to walk all the way back around. Now, this thing walked off to his left, but it was still well within real quick access to them from where it went. It didn't go far. I just walked off to where it wasn't as easily seen, but it stopped and it was right over there, you know. So they come back down around and there almost is that little jay hook that shoots the straight shot back to the plane. When it comes to that point, he's shaking really hard,
and he's got that rifle trained in that direction. He's got his client in front of him, and the guy is actually he's getting out of dodge, and as he comes to that little apex of a turn on that final little jay hook to the straight stretch, he stops and he pans, and he sees movement and it's going to his right and at the same spot where that tree line curves kind of like in a half moon shape back around to the lake, and so he's watching it. He's got a beat on it
as it's running just inside the tree line. And he wasn't trying to shoot it. He just wanted to make sure it wasn't going to come out. Well, he didn't know that this thing was distracting him because behind him, as he's following this thing, his client had came back. He wasn't even pay attention. He was so focused on this thing running. It wasn't running as fast as it could. It was just making noise as it was going
through, but had a pretty quick clip. So he's following and all of a sudden, the guy's behind him and says hey, and it startles a shit out of him, right because he was so focused and so wigged out by the whole situation. The guy coming back up behind him scared him, so he turns around. He's like, what the what are you doing? You're supposed to be at that plane. The guy was like, look over my shoulder. The guy was freaking out. He had tears coming down his
face and goes look over my shoulder. He turns and looks over the guy's shoulder and doesn't see nothing. Leans a little bit. Then he's seen it. There was another one ten fifteen feet away, just crouched down, real low, same thing, black translucent eyes with just this deadly gaze of I'm going to kill you. Look immediately the guy, the client had tears running down his eyes, and he goes, we have to go. And this idiot, all of a sudden that he perceived as an idiot, had moments
of clarity where he was like, look at me and follow him. I'm going to turn and we're going to talk to each other, and I'm going to walk backwards. You just be aware of that. And so the guy's trying to coach him through it, and he was like, no, we got to turn around and run. The guy turns around, takes off running and he makes eye contact with it again and as he does, it stands up. And he said, when it stood up, it was over ten feet tall, and it was showing his teeth, big block, yellowy kind
of teeth. The it were a little bigger than ours, but it was all in proportion, really broad jaw native looking around the around the eyes Native American, heavy deep wrinkles all through and through flatin noose, almost very similar
to the description I have of him. And he said, it stood there and it was making a kind of noise and it was progressively getting louder, and he's trying to walk, but he sidestepping down this little he's in this little groove that the beaver would walk down, so he's tripping into that every once in a while, trying to not lose sight of this thing but make a distance between them. Now, when he was telling me this was shaking his leg really hard when it was explaining it to me. When we're talking
about it. This was in ninety seven, so it's still it stuck with him, very hard, very heavy. He said that it was the look of death, and he for some reason he couldn't take his eyes off that look of death in its eyes, that it was going to kill him. He never once pointed the gun at that one he had close to his chest. He had it up right, you know, he wasn't waving it at
it. He felt that it wasn't enough gun and that if he had tried to shoot it, there was one somewhere he lost track of that was gaining his attention, you know, going around that meadow. So he felt like
he was trapped, but with an exit. So he backtracks. Now, his client untied the pontoons, put the ropes in, put the stakes in, as he slowly tried to mind himself out of this this situation because he felt he said, it felt so surreal that he would pinch his forearm every once in a while as he was backing up slowly, he would just reach pinch the forearm, do anything to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He never once pointed the gun at it. He made it back. He didn't even
realize he was at the plane until he bumped into his own prop. That's how focused this thing was. Now. It stayed where it was, but it just came out parallel to him, but made sure that eye contact didn't break. So once he felt the prop, he slung the rifle kind of walked back, felt stepped up on the pontoon the supercup door. The upper one clicks up in the place and the lower one drops down. He slides as he slide in the rifle in between the seats towards the back for the
guy to take and put on the back or whatever. This thing is still doing this, and it's progressively getting louder. It seemed like the more he was closer to leaving, the louder this was getting all of a sudden. As he's just stepping up to get in there to fire up the magnetos and kick up the prop. The loudest scream he ever heard came from immediately to his left. He was distracted by the one over there making eye contact. There was one immediately to his left, about twenty feet away, just off
the side of the bank of the lake. He didn't even see. He said, it blended in seamlessly. He didn't notice until it screamed at him and got his attention, and he looked, and it had been there the whole time. He don't know why he didn't see it, but it just blended in seamlessly immediately he's in there. He didn't even shut the door. He fired up the prop and he had to jump back out and push the
plane away because there's no reverse in a plane. He didn't have some turble otter where he can just adjust the tilt of the prop and back it up himself, so he had to jump back out. He wet himself. It was involuntary. He didn't even realize, but he had jumped in the lake to push off. So as they were floating planes running. It's loud as shit, but the plane has to drift back a little bit to where he has enough room to power and turn away from the bank without grounding out.
Now as this is going on, this thing is still screaming one long breath, and it's paralleling them on the shore of this pond. It's letting them know the whole time. And he said it was a female. When I asked, how do you know it was a female, he goes that hairy, perky breast, and I was like, how big was it? He said it was about seven to seven and a half foot tall, a lot
more petite, real broaden the hips, very grizzled in hair. Color look to more he said, like caveman like Neanderthal type, because the brow on the female it seemed more pronounced for its size than that bigger one. So he's trying to put it all together because up until he had to taxi down at the other end of the lake to turn around and power up to take off into the wind. Now, the whole time he is he's trying to he's stroggling up to keep moving pretty quick, and he's trying to keep enough
disonance off shore to make sure he can't get got. He gets down to the turnaround point and just as he does, the thing takes off running hits the tree line and they were all gone. He powered up, flew out of there. He flew all the way back to Iliamna with his door open, and it meant nothing to him. He was just it was stuck on a stick and working his alerons and doing all this in the super Cup.
That particular guy he took guiding is actually now his best friend. And he told me that at the end the story, like I'm telling you now, and I thought it was funny. I was like, why are you still why do you still label the guy an idiot? And all this other stuff He goes because I love him. It's a guy thing. It's a guy thing. But he laced him up on proper Alaskan hunting. Yeah. When I talked to Thomas this morning, he's almost ninety. His daughter does his
running for him or whatever. If I can make it to where he lives, hopefully sometime in the near future, he wants to share with you guys on camera his whole experience and some other experiences. So I'm hoping that everything goes well to where I can facilitate that happening. But see on the next one, they say, you don't gotta go home, but you can't stay in science steps step trying this Joy, that chart everything. Call me ride back, Riding back Joy from me, Joy staying right, call it right
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