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? What quent on out there? I thought of a bit just about text fort nine. I don't know easy him out there? Yeah righty oh reading he's just spread in Alaska. Thanks for
joining me. What I wanted to share with you today, what we'll call this pilot buck Buck sent me an email approximately three months ago from bear hunt in the spring. He had two out of state hunters that he flew out east of Saltcha, dropped them off at their camp, and he wasn't going to stay at the camp. He was going to fly back, tend to some other things at home. He's from Alaska. Leave it at that.
It took three months to hear back from him from his initial email, just being busy in summertime and all that, but he finally got back the hold of me. Initially he only got one portion of the story to me. I had to wait and finally heard back from him and got the whole thing down, So I have to talk to him. He dropped the hunters off. They were out of state. They were excited they were getting the rown bear hunting. So he got them dropped off with the guides and he was
just the pilot. He takes off and he decides he's gonna someone else pay for his fuel. He had about an hour's worth of free time, so to speak. So he decided he's going to go north of where he dropped these people off. Flew over some mountains and where he landed to just landed on the tundra, had sparse trees off to his left, bigger timber off
to his right, all within five hundred yards. So he landed. He kind of taxi turned around into the wind, got out, and he decided, I'm gonna grab my day bag and I'm going to walk over to those trees over there and just check it out, because he said it was more silent that he's been to some quiet places, just quiet in general, but he said it was very quiet when he got out of the plane, which he found odd. He thought maybe his ears needed to pop, so he
decided he grabs his day bag. He had a four to fifty four casole on a chest holster. He had a larger seven millimere rifle in the airplane, but a four fifty four had extra ammo. So he decided he's going to hike off approximately close to five hundred yards off to his right from where he had parked the plane. As he's going across the tundra, as he's getting closer to this tree line, he notices that there's movement way way back in the tree line, just broken you through trees and whatnot, kind of
like behind me. If something was to move back over there or whatever. It was just dark, so he assumed a moose. Ah, that's cool. He had a digital camera. He stopped. He got his digital camera out of his pack, put it around his neck, made sure everything was good, put his pack back on, and continue walking straight. And as he's getting close to this tree line, he starts getting a feeling of being watched. So he's just looking all around trying to figure out why am I
feeling this? No one is there. He knows no one is there because he flew over the place. There was no one there that he saw. No other planes, no tents, no hikers, no hunters, none of that. Eh, you're just alone. You're just a little spooked. You're okay. So Buck continues on up to the trees, and it's black spruce. I've showed examples of that, like when I was remote the remote af video or whatever. I was showing the tundra how it meets the black spruce
and the berry patches and stuff. So he's basically walking to a berry patch. There was no berries at the time, but he's just looking around because it was a new area to him. He had puddle jumped to ponds and stuff when he was on floats and checked out some places. But he was excited, so he wanted to explore. As Buck gets up to the tree line, he decides he's going to squat down and listen for that moose. He starts doing a female moose call, just to see if he could bring
it out. He's got that digital camera. He wants to get a picture, some wildlife photography. He's photographed polar bears and various other animals in Alaska, so he was stoked to be in a position to hopefully get a good picture of a big bull moose. You know which, You know, I understand, I'm not a photographer per se, but I get why people like
to take photographs like that. So as he's sitting there and he's making this female grunt trying to draw in this bull moose, he notices something landing on the tundra. He just kept hearing a little, just little disturbances in the tundra around him, and out of the corner of his eye, he notices one lands really close to him and it's a tiny rock, and he's trying to figure out where in the hell are these rocks. Then he starts paying
attention and notices all the other little rocks. So this has got to be a hunter. How did I miss him flying over? Maybe he's a lone hunter, got dropped off doing his own thing. So he calls out, hey, I'm over here. I got a digital camera. I thought you were a moose. What have you? No response, still dead quiet,
he said when he called out. As soon as he was done calling out, something came over him, a feeling of dread that he said he never felt before, even being in the presence of polar bears, charged by brown bears, charged by moose, he never had that kind of uncomfortable fear. He said. He felt uncomfortable in his skin. Like every like I've stated before every party, he wants to run and you don't know why. So he stands up and he's calling out again. He goes, hey, I'm
armed over here, don't shoot. I blew my plane in over here. And he's pointing back at his plane and everything. And as this is going on, rocks keep falling around in periodically. So against his better judgment, he decides he's going to go further in because at this point he's just at the edge of the black spruce. As I've shown videos before, it gets thick real fast. So he starts making his way through there. As he's
looking, he keeps hearing a guttural grunt. Once he gets about twenty yards in, it starts and then it's just almost a continuous and he's trying to figure out why how was a bear making a continuous growl without a huff and catching his breath or whatever. He said, it lasted. It seemed like almost a solid minute, and that stopped him. Now he's roughly twenty yards in, he said, and he decides, I'm gonna instead of penetrating in,
I'm gonna go laterally. I'm just gonna parallel and stay the same distance and see if I can get eyes on it. He had his pistol, he had his camera ready. So as he's walking along, he's literally holding his digital camera and he's looking down to make sure that it's on, and it was on, and he's sidestepping, and so as he sidestepping, he bumps into small brush. He stops, eren squat's down. He's listening. He hears brush moving about. He said, roughly about thirty yards in front
of him at the most. And that was a rough guess because of how close the trees where. It was hard to gauge how far away the sound was originating. So he's looking in the direction. He thinks, this moose, bear, whatever it is moving, but he hears the movement in front
of him, so he trades his focus there. Now, just as he's getting ready, he's got the camera up, he's looking, he's making sure he's got a good focus in it's autofocusing properly, and as he's doing his adjustments, the camera goes out, just dead dead as a door nill, and he's shocked by this. It took his attention away from his surroundings. So he's looking trying to figure out getting the power back by his damn So he takes his pack off. He's got spare batteries, so he's in the
middle of changing out these batteries. He's not He fully admitted he felt stupid because he was not on his game. He was not paying attention to the surroundings around him. He got focused tunnel vision on getting these batteries changed out in his camera. So as he's doing it, just as he's removing the old ones, he had a little poll tap to release the batteries. So
he's doing that and he hears a scream. He said the scream that he heard felt like it was going to shatter his ear drums and he felt it in his chest. So he literally drops his camera and he's holding his ears in this scream. He said it sounded like it was standing over and whatever was screaming was over him. Is a feeling, So immediately he drops the camera. He's scrambling back. He's got his pack off to his right side, camera's right in front of him, and he's drawing his pistol. He
doesn't know what the hell this sound is. Never heard anything like it. Been flying for forty plus years, never had anything like that happen. He scrambles backwards. He's got the pistol out now, and he's still trying to shield his ears because the scream, he said, lasted. It seemed like forever, but he said, realistically, probably just shy of a minute. And he said it was loud the whole time, and it only whined down towards the end, like an old air raid siren. So as soon as
it's winding down in that it's no longer piercing. He's immediately got that hammer cocked on that four fifty four and he's on point. He's freaked out. He leans forty, grabs his camera, he stuffs it in his bag. He's literally trying to do everything one handed. He was shaking like a leaf in the wind. He could not control the shaking that was going on. He gets his pack, he slings it over his shoulder. It wasn't even zip closed all the way. He said he lost some survival equipment out of
it or way, but he didn't care. He wanted to get to his plane and get the hell out of Dodge. So he stands up and he makes his way back, going parallel to the tree line, back to where he came into the trees. And as he's backing out, he said he's kept seeing movement, but the trees were so close he would only catch just shades of black, shades of brown, like a reddish brown, moving around, and he never got a full site picture to whatever was going back and
forth. He said he had no clue at the time. As he backs out and he clears the tree line where he was initially kneeling, he had taken off a baklava or something like that and left it on the trund. He noticed it as he was backing out. He bent down, he grabbed it, stuffed it in his pocket, and as he did, right in front of him, he said, about less than fifty feet away, this thing stepped out and showed itself to him. Now the shock of it,
he dropped his pistol. The backpack slid off his shoulder, and he basically melt it down to his knees in shock. He said it was approximately ten foot tall, really dark colored skin. He said it was like a very dark buck hyde color. He said around the face it was bare from hair, but the hair that was right wrapped around was like a blonde straw color that faded into kind of a grizzled couldn't see the ears because of the hair, had no neck, shoulders weren't all that wide. He said. It
was fairly narrow for its height. So chewback up but bigger. He gathers himself after seeing this, grabs a pistol, shoots in the air, thing doesn't move, grabs his pack, stands up, drops the pack, turns around and starts high tailing it back towards the plane. Now, he said, every third to fourth step he was looking back over his shoulder and he was fumbling with the gun. He said he never felt like such a rookie in his life. The way he was handling his firearm. He said,
he felt like a dumb kid that didn't know what he was doing. He was so shook up. And as he was taking these steps and then looking back, every time he looked back, this thing seemed to be the identical distance It had come out of the tree line as he moved. So every third fourth step he's looking back, this sing was keeping the same distance, but pacing him back to his plane. Now he estimated five hundred yards. So he shot once in the air. He still has I believe. He
said it was a five shot. He saw it four in the cylinder, and he didn't want to shoot. He didn't know what this thing was. He said it looked human, real broad nose, latch of the face, classic description, black eyes, blacker than black was his description. He said that when he would look back, it almost had a look of pleasure on its face, he said, And I asked him if he could elaborate, and he goes he it was smiling, and I was like, was it showing its teeth? He said, no, it was smiling, just a
big smile. And that freaked him out even more. So. You got to imagine he's running through tundra moss. Okay, it's not easy to run through. It's spongy. It gives it can be bouncy. They trip you up real easy. So he was running, tripping fall, jumping up, running every few steps, looking back, and this scene was keeping the distance.
Now, he said, what really freaked him out, like above all of that, was when he got to the plane and threw open the door on his piper cub when he looked back, because he was ready at that point, I'm going to shoot when I turn around. When he turned around, he had just looked over his shoulder three to four steps before that. It was still there. When he got to the plane, threw open his
door and turned around gone. He said, it had to have moved fast to get back to the trees, because when he's looking around, he looked around the plane. He ducked down and looked under to see if it possibly jumped over him, went around the plane when he wasn't looking to make sure he wasn't being ambushed. So he's freaking out looking around. He sees it at the tree line when he looks back in that direction, and when he looks back in that direction, he sees that it is moving his pack with
its foot. He jumped in the plane, he fired up and flew out of there. When he was explaining, I asked him to explain the fear, what did it feel like? And he honestly he didn't have a description. So I didn't push because this happened just a handful of months ago and he hasn't stopped doing his work, but he has a hard time now going back to places like that, which totally understandable. Hey Buck, if you're
watching this, thanks for sharing with everyone. During our conversation, it was very clear and evident that what he was experiencing was very traumatic, because there was a few times when he was talking about the guy had to pause to check himself from breaking down a little bit when he was self blaming, feeling like a coward, and I was like, hey man, don't feel like a coward. Bro that trusts me. Anyone else in your shoes, they
would have been doing the same thing, if not worse. I told him, I've seen hardened woodsman who wet themselves, so don't be too hard on yourself. I want to thank him for sharing. He mentioned that he's going to get hold of another buddy that had told him of an experience he had out flying bush plane, and he never believed his friend for five ten years. However long his friend experience happened before that, he just chalked it up to he's just giving me grief. He didn't see nothing, and then this
thing happened to him. So now he has a better respect for what his friend went through. So hopefully his friend will get in touch and I'll be able to share that as well. Reading is this fread in Alaska? Another beautiful Alaskan day. I'm going to share with you today an instance that happened two years ago just outside of Platinum at the Platinum Mines southwest Alaska Bearing Coast, just north of Togiak. It would be south southeast of the village of
Platinum. Guys, they were spotting herring down Togiak and they had some days off, so they decided they're going to go check out the platinum mine. Now, it's wind swept coast up there, so there's virtually no trees. It's just a tundra like material like I've shown you guys, maybe scrubbrush, that's it, and a bunch of jagged cliffs. Beautiful. They're back up in there, and it's federally protected. They shouldn't have been there. They
just happened to pass on through there and didn't realize. As they were on the ground looking around and checking things out, a couple kids from the village were on their four wheeler. They come ripping by and circled back and asked them if they were the FEDS, and they're like no. They said, we better get out of here before the FEDS come and harass us about people being up here. So they took it serious and they was like, okay,
not a problem. So they get back into their plane and they taxi and they just taxi over this little sloping hill and they had big tun of tires on, so it wasn't a big deal. But they taxi on over and go down into a meadow that drops back off when you're going away from the coast. There. They killed it because they saw the signs behind him that said federal property or whatever protected. They were just outside of that boundary. So they jumped back out of the plane and they want to look for
deceased walrus or whatever. They just basically scavenge hunt see what they could find. They start walking and they start getting into the deeper scrub brush that's off from the coast a little ways because it gets the winds there get treacherous, just treacherous coastal winds. It's beautiful but miserable. So they get back up in about a mile and a half from the plane. Neither one of them are armed, neither one of them had even bear spray. They just landed
and went. The pilot was talking to a spotter and asking him do you smell that? And the guy that was spotting for him said, no, I don't smell anything outside of the coastal breeze. Then he instantly caught a whiff of it and it was very strong. He said it was like a musty urine, dead dog, dead something mixture all rolled up into one. He said it wasn't one distinct more than the whether. It was just a goulash. So they continued. Now the path they were on it just neanders
down on through all these little small shrubs. It's nothing. It's pretty much straight, but it has a slight bit of a curve to it. But as they start into that brush, they saw a couple of spots from higher up on the rise. There are some depressions down in there, and potentially they thought it was a dead walrus. Maybe they could harvest some ivory, so they're going on back there. There was no dead walrus. There was
nothing in these places they cut back through. One was about thirty feet off that game trail, and the other one was on the opposite side about the same distance. But the one off to the left was a little smaller versus the one off to the right, So they figured they'd try out the one on the right first. Because the shrubs are tall enough they can't see, and it's dense enough they can't see through there to see what it is and not waste their time, so they have to physically go in there and stay
tuned for more sasquatch out to see. We'll be right back after the east messages. So as they come back into that clearing, they noticed that smell real bad, and they assumed maybe it was a dead walrus, but it wasn't. There was nothing there but a big swath that had just been packed down like something just walked in a circle on it over and over again. He said, the vegetation was so compacted it was embedded into the ground. That takes quite a bit, especially walking over it and over it again.
And so they were dumbfounded looking at this whatever it was, and trying to figure out, what the hell are we dealing with. So they decided they didn't want to deal with it, and they went back out the way they came. Now, when they get to the opening on the game trail, they noticed in front of them, because these two spots are almost identically apart from each other, mirroring each other on either side of the trail, they
noticed dark movement swaying back and forth. They couldn't quite make out what it was. It was roughly thirty feet away, but it was almost like it was peeking up and then lowering down. And then they started hearing this gruff, this quickening pant and as that's happening, they get a very uneasy feeling. And then he said it sounded like a air siren, air raid siren
going off. It had the volume of an air raid siren, but different octaves all at once, and the lowest part of that they were feeling in their chest, and he said he could feel his cheeks jiggling. That's an impact, especially from that kind of a scream that close. He said, it felt like it was going to blow their ear drums. And they immediately, not even thinking about it, they were both pauling ass. Now they're
roughly a mile and a half and they're booking it. And as they're running, they cleared the shrub brush and they're out into the open tundra, just running on along this game trail, and I could see the plane off in the distance. Because this is a gradual, slow rise. It's just rolling
kind of hills. It looks almost like a manicured rolling hills in Ireland or Scotland or something, but it's actually vegetation, just real small, short sized stuff and a seat of it. So it gives the illusion of one smooth contour, but in actuality was full of little divots and what have you. So they're running back and they stop a little ways to catch their breath because
they don't hear nothing. When they turn around to look back, this thing was on all fours, approximately twenty five feet behind them, sniffing their tracks. Wasn't actively being aggressive at that point, sniffing their tracks. Mann. It's one thing to be startled, but can you imagine running thinking you're clear, you hear nothing, You turn around, it's just right there and it's
sniffing the ground like getting your scent. So immediately they freak out again, instantly turn around, and they were re energized to freaking run as they continue on. The spotter, which is basically not a co pilot. He buys backstick. He wasn't the pilot. It was the pilot's assistant, we'll call him. He was in behind, and he had a knee injury from years before. He wasn't trying to be behind. He couldn't help it. He
had a physic limitation. The pilot told me that he looked like a goldfish in a bowl trying to escape the bowl, eyes bulging, panic stricken, trying to keep up with him. So he intentionally slowed down and would look back for them to avoid his bad legs or whatever, his hips or whatever it happened to be, to hinder them and stop him, make them fall, or any of that. So he took it upon himself to look back.
But this thing virtually stayed twenty to twenty five feet behind them at all times, at the same pace, all except when they were getting up closer to the plane. There was a couple little divots in the path, and once they got past that point, it seemed like this thing stayed there, swaying back and forth, kind of on all four squatting and was half standing up, sitting down, swaying back and forth. He said, it was
an oddest thing. It was like it had ran into an invisible barrier and wanted to come forward, but just couldn't seem to get past that barrier. And he said, that's just what it looked like. Tangible to prove that, but just something to think about. So it literally seemed like it came to a barrier, and they, of course hop in the plane trying to catch their breath. He was panic stricken trying to prime and get the engine fired up now as they were sitting there, and he got it fired up.
This thing was just right, just at that same spot, swaying back and forth, looking at him. He said, it was very dark, complexed, the flat nose wide couldn't tell because of the complexion of the skin. It was hard to see where the hair ended, but he knew around at least around the eyes it was hairless, and they saw the lips real easy. He said that the eyes were just jet black, like lifeless shark eyes or something. There was no whites of the eyes or any of that.
He said. The thing that was just that blew them away. Was this was out in the open. This is an open tundra with virtually no shrubs or anything. And from a moment of looking down and adjusting something and telling his co pilot to, you know, get buckled in because he was going to take off. He didn't care about the bumps. He was going
to get the hell out of there. What they ended up doing when they turned around, he spun around, turned around one more time just to see if it was following, and it was there was nowhere to be seen. This thing was just gone. He didn't understand it. So he goes, you know what, we'll take off and get a look for it. So they taxi on down, They take off, they circle around, they're gaining
out. As he got up to about seven hundred and fifty feet, he leveled out and started flying over the landing area where they walked, basically retracing their steps from the air in the direction they went and all that and they saw virtually nothing. They got out of the area, and he's still spots hearing. He still does that every year. He no longer goes exploring like he once did, just care free. He takes all sorts of precautions He's
got a five hundred magnum Smith and Wesson handgun bear spray. He's got survival gear that keeps in a hipsack on him all times now in case he gets separated from his plane, he has survival gear. I have a bunch of these experiences I'm working through to get out to you guys. There's background stuff going on right now about a short excursion either North Fork of the Gulcana or Skilac Lake. It hasn't been nailed down yet, but it will be soon.
Another thing I wanted to share is there was a situation that happened about it's probably been about ten years ago now, a guy named Walt, just down the road here. He actually lives in Talketona now. At the time this happened, it happened at Willow. He was going out to a steam bath out back of his house, which is basically a sauna. Wood stove
rocks on it, splash water. He gets the picture, so he's you know, he's back there and he takes a steam bath, and it's in the wintertime and he keeps hearing what sounds like the snow sliding off the roof. Thought nothing of it. The heat he figured, yeah, it's melting this stuff away. Cool. It got concerning when he's started hearing a slapping sound up on this metal roof he had on it, and so this is just weird. There was no trees close enough to be a branch blown in
the wind slapping this thing or what have you. So he steps out in his towel to investigate. And he basically stepped out. It wasn't an ambush, but it was standing about three feet He could almost touch it with his right hand at a forty five degree angle away from him, the direction he was standing when he went straight out the door, it was just right there. He said. It was about six and a half feet tall, real
slender looking, didn't act outwardly aggressive. Said it did a short little rock back and forth, and he started seeing some prayers or something along those lines, the Lord's Prayer maybe, or sawma David saw twenty three although I walked through the Valley of the Shadow of Death. So he starts reciting that in his mind, and then he slowly starts verbalizing it out loud, and this thing just takes off gone, and he said he hasn't seen anything since then.
So what he does now According to him, he goes outside and he says a prayer every morning over his property. And he said, ever since then he hasn't seen it or heard it. There's been no mischief or anything. But prior to the actual visual, there was all sorts of things happening with just strangeness around his house. Things being moved, a drip drum from rain water. A fifty five gallon drum of rainwater was picked up and moved
like thirty feet full. Nothing dropped, nothing apparently spilled out of it. Those things are heavy, full eight pounds per gallon. Times that by fifty it adds up quick. Just a bunch of things stopped happening once he was praying over his property. I found that interesting. They say, you don't gotta go home, but you can't stay steps, steps chart, this child, that child. Everything come right back, pride back, joy for me,
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