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Something just kid with my dog, something to kill your dog? My dog. We're flying through there, 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 name was dead once you hit the grill. I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog coming over the fence. Sat, what are you reporting? We got some wonder or
something crawling around out here? Did you see what it was? It was enough out here looking them new to window now and I don't see anything. I don't want to go outside this point, New York. Hello, hit the boddy out here? What one on the outa's thought of a bitch of about sixty ft nine? I don't know? Easy and the outre. Yeah, I'm walking right head. Oh. Greetings is Fred and Alaska. Thanks for joining me today. I wanted to share with you an email I got
a while back. This person is a retired to fishing game biologist. Approximately ten years ago, they were up by the Mulchatta River. They were doing some small samples which they go up into these lagoons and take sapples of the
little salmon fry and studium. They were on their way up to do that, up towards the headwaters of New Shigak River, and as they were coming up on the Mulchattna River, which is a branch that goes off to the east from the New Shigak River. It's almost perfectly parallel with the nw Yeakuk as well, just north of Koliganik east northeast. So as they were skiffing along, they see this what they thought was a person come out of the river and run into the trees, and they thought, oh shit, let's
go help this person. They just fell in some cold ass water. They're going to need some help before they get hypothermic. So they go barreling in there. They beach going in there, hollering, pay where you're to help, you know, come out, We've got some blankets, we'll get you warm. Nothing dead quiet. So they're kind of confused. They're like, well, maybe this person is in shock. Being trained in their field and whatnot. The most of them that were in the party of four had some
kind of EMT training. Now as they were following the trail, the water trail from the riverbank. Because this is all happening like really fast, they see this person come out of the river. They go to help. I mean it's immediately they're right on its heels to get this person help. As they're following this dribbled water track into the trees, about twenty yards away, they hear some trees break and they start yelling out, hey, hey,
we're over here. We're here to help. Dead silence, no bird's tripping on nothing, middle of the day, and they all at the same time look at each other and go, we shouldn't be here. So they start backing up and they're yelling, hey, hey, we're heres, come on out. There's not a sound. So they retreat to the skiff and they back off, and they circle around a couple times, and the second time they're circling around, all of a sudden, a big piece of tree comes
flying and damn near hits them in the boat. So immediately they're spooped. They go out into the main channel. They circle around to get a little further away when this being comes out and it comes out and it is estimated over ten foot tall, acting very aggressively, real big heaving breaths and just making these weird sounds, kind of like an imitation of a squirrel and an owl. At the same time, they said it was bewildering how intense the
sound was because they didn't see a lot of movement from its mouth. So as they were kind of pondering what they're going to do, because none of them at that particular instance was really scared. They were more in awe because they were in a safe place. A skiffs circling around. Well, they kick it down the idol just to stay with the current and look at this thing, and as it's heaving these big breasts, it runs back into the trees and they all just look at each other, like, what the hell,
what do we do with this shit? So they go on about their way. They continue up river, they do their thing. On their way back, they came across another crew that was going up to check the weird counting station. The wear counter is just light art. They rolled these tracks out on the bottom of the river and it counts salmon for them instead of someone physically standing up on a tower like they used to do and counting salmon. So they run across them, and they tell them what happened, and
the people that they came across. It was just above the Mulchatta up just up above Harris Creek. Plenty of encounter from this area. So as they're talking to these observers, they're warning them, hey, we saw a sasquatch just over here on the Malchatna. Be aware, keep your wits about you. Shit's real. The observers thought these biologists were playing a prank. They did not believe them one bit. They're like, yeah, yeah, we're not falling for that shit. They said, hey, just be aware.
We got better things to do than blow smoke up your ass. We're in the middle of nowhere here, open your eyes, open your ears, and be aware. They figured they're being shined on, so they went on their way. Well, approximately three days later they were at the Wood River Landing in Dillingham gearing up to go run up towards I don't remember exactly. They were doing the same thing though. They're basically looking for smolts and checking the
growth of the salmon and whatever they were doing in the study. Now at the landing, those observers were coming back now coming down the new shigak. They have to come back up the Wood River a little waste to get to the Wood River landing, so they opted for the Wood River landing. So as the original biologists are loading up their stuff getting ready to launch their skiff, here comes those observers. They are hissed, you know. They thought
the biologists had some guy in a Philly suit pranking them. They were like, no one's pranking you man. The observers are like, well, what do we do? Who do we report it to? And the biologit just said, no one's going to take you seriously. So they have a debate on who do they talk to. Because the observers had something very similar happened to them when they went up. They were just going to the first salmon counting little bunk house area to get the equipment rolled out. They weren't there
to hang out or anything. It was strictly get the equipment set up, get it lined out. And I guess when they were pulling equipment from the skiff up onto the river bank, something very similar happened outside of coming out of the water, but it came out of the trees and was heaven real big, making these weird noises, so they didn't even get the equipment set up. They retreated back to the skiff, pulled away from the bank, and then came back a few minutes later after the thing went away. So
they do their thing and nothing else happens at that moment. And as they're leaving after setting up, so they got to roll out the light art. They got all this shit to do. Well, they were setting up the receiver or something like that. They just get done and they get down the tower and they're coming back to the skiff and as they get loaded into the skiff, there's a scream that happens. Now, the scream happens and they immediately push off. They were all loaded, so they pushed off. They
were backing away from the river bank. Because it's an elevated river bank, they couldn't see past a certain area. So when they got away from the river bank, they could see further back and at the tree line there's this thing again heaving, this big heaving, and it started doing this melodic scream. It was like a just constant, repetitive whooping kind of scream. They didn't know what the hell to do, so they kind of all stuck looking
and according to this person, there's footage of this somewhere. They had a flip phone with the some kind of camera on it and they recorded part of it. These people retreated out of there after trying to film it or whatever. So as they're talking about what happened to them at the Wood River landing, one of the fishing game troopers showed up, who was going along with
the biologists or whoever else on this whatever study they were doing. The fishing game trooper that showed up, they immediately accost him and say, hey, look, you know, we saw a sasquatch, we saw the hairy man. This is what happened. And the fishing game trooper just looked at him and was like they were really confused at the nonchalant d What do you do with that? You know, because no one's going to report this shit.
That's so aggravating. I mean, even professional biologists in the field observers. All these people that go out here and experience this shit, who do they talk to? Who do they report it to? No one is taking them and if someone is taking a report, it's their own personal little report in their head. Okay, you saw one over here, Okay, I saw one over there that type of shit. No one is actively sharing this information as it happens. This shit happened ten years ago, you know, and
the person that shared it with me is still leary. You know, didn't really want me to state their job, but it's like, I mean, they agreed. I'm not just putting them out on blast. I wouldn't do that to someone they no longer work in the field or whatever. But still, how many professionals out there today are dealing with this shit and got no one to tell about it? No one, no one to tell you know, even as I sit here, I'm not super remote, but I'm remote
enough. I got you know, flower patches behind me, you know Berry Bush's tundra trees. Who knows what's over this hill? Point being is there's nowhere to really confide and report these things with the legitimate authoritative entity of any kind. You know. Essentially it breaks down to eventually they share with someone like me or their friends and family. But what do you do with this shit? You know, there's going to come a tipping point where the avalanche
of evidence is going to be so overwhelming. What do you do with that? I mean, you have a group of four that are in the biology field, like legit. And then you got the observers who are you know, a subset of these observers who are putting out the equipment that they check their data on, but they're dismissed. The fishing game trooper that they tried to confide in, he wasn't dismissive, but he had nowhere to take it. He had nowhere to take the information. He had nothing that he was
going to be able to do on paper. Nothing. And that happens for so many people. I wonder how many people out there have an experience as simple as I mean nothing. You know, how many people are seeing something in the distance and it takes off, you know, probably more than we can even count. How many people have had these things scream at them in the deep woods and ain't going to tell nobody. They ain't going to tell
nobody because no one's gonna believe them, you know. And until a lot of people, you know, they want the physical evidence, Oh I need, I need to see something tangible. And you know, you gotta be careful what you wish for. You go out looking for this shit, you just may find it aggravating aggravating stuff anyway, I shared that with you to share the main experience I wanted to share with you. There's this story of
eons ago, twenty plus years ago, of the Moultchattny Screamer. Now, what was told to me by an elder is it was for a total of about three to four years in this particular area on the Mulchatna River, just above the mouth of it as it starts getting narrow before it goes back into the Mulchattena Hills. As it was told to me, there was this guy, his name was Albert. He went up the Mulchattena in hopes of gold panning. So he got himself a little camp set up. His little camp
set up was strictly business. He was there to sluice pan and leave. He wasn't there for wildlife photography, none of that. And he had been led to believe that the Mulchattana Hills have some ancient riverbed areas and creek areas that are rich in gold. So, going on this information, Albert sets up his camp. He's got his little wire mesh for his homemade sluice box all lined out in camp. He's literally taking the small tin pail back and
forth to the Mulchatta Hills getting coarse samples of dirt. He's piling it up in a good sized pile next to his sluicing area right and so he's got this pile, according to what was told to me, it was a good four foot tall, eight foot round dirt pile to where he had material to work. He had a whole bunch of paider right next to his station. So he was going back for a couple more pails and was going to start as sluicing and then take what he got and move on. So he's gone
a couple hours getting his material. He comes back. Now, the Moltana Hills aren't very big. They're kind of rolling hills, but there's a group of them. It's kind of hard to explain. You have to look at the topographical but Moultana River is like one hundred and forty six miles long or something like that, but it's not very deep. It's not very wide once you get up in there. So where he was getting his material was in a narrower part. His skiff had been drug up as far as he could
with the motor tipped up because it was so shallow. He had it anchored not too far from his spot. So his trail was to go up into the Mulchattana Hills, approximately a mile and a half away, where he was getting this pay dirt and bringing it back. The reason I bring it up is the trail cuts right along that creek, oh well river, but you know it's at the headwaters of it, and so you have all these other streams and creeks feeding into it. So he had to cross a bunch of
these. And as he's crossing back, he's coming back to his sluice area with his last couple buckets, he notices fresh wet tracks. He wasn't overly paying attention, but he was aware of bear, so he had his pistolanous hip at all times, and he had a rifle that he left at his camp. As he's going along, he figures, oh, okay, a bear came through here and is heading towards my camp. But my food's all put up. I'm good, just keeping an eye out for this bear.
He comes back and gets to camp and his four foot by eight foot pile of pay dirt spread everywhere. His sluice was all knocked over, the sluice damaged, and the pile of dirt was spread. Nothing else appeared to be touched. He's looking around, like why would a bear do this? And then he saw the tracks in the dirt. There's fresh human, huge tracks. According to what I was told, they were over twenty inches in length, these human looking tracks, very wide. Heel, you know the routine.
They went off in the direction of where his skiff was. Now he could almost see where his skiff is from where he was standing when he noticed the tracks. So he runs a few yards, has his gun out and is looking for his skiff and doesn't see it. So he's panicking. He runs down the river along the bank and he sees his skiff just kind of getting pushed gently. Something had broken the rope and it was just kind of
slowly drifting away, but it wasn't like detrimental. So he runs down there, grabs it by the broken piece of rope, drags it back, pulls out another line, anchors it to the bank, starts looking around, goes back up, follows those tracks. Those tracks lead directly away from his camp into a scrub of trees, like an island of black spruce and some willows. He's looking at this little island of trees in the tundra just back from his camp. So he comes around the tree line where his camp is muskeg
for about almost one hundred yards and then this other standard trees. Now how it was explained to me is he had retrieved his rifle when he came out to follow these tracks. And there was big, deep impressions in the mossy stuff where he could see the impressions in this mossy material. And there's just a bee line straight to the standard trees. So he's got his rifles pistol.
He automatically when he saw the tracks bigfoot. Albert is not an ignorant guy from what I was told, but a little too adventurous, a little too curious. So he gets about half the distance, so he's about fifty yards from the stand of trees. Now he sees movement in behind the trees, but he can't make it out. So he starts yelling, hey, hey, you know, I'm Albert so and so let's talk. What did you do this for? Nothing? Not a sound? So he squats down.
He's trying to contemplate, man, do I go closer or do I leave? His curiosity had the best of him. He decides he's going to go closer, so as soon as he stands up, he slings the rifle over his shoulder and takes two steps, and all of a sudden, the screaming starts. Starts in front of him from the stand of trees, and from behind him another scream. According to what was said to me, a smaller scream, meaning something smaller screamed in return. So immediately he's walking parallel
in between both these screams. To circle back around to his camp, he takes a long way around to his camp, which took him approximately almost an hour, because he did not want any close contact because of the nature of the scream didn't sit right with him, not at all, so he takes this hour long detour. Comes back to his camp. There's new tracks in that dirt that was spread of varying sizes. He felt that there was a
total of four different size tracks. He wanted no part of it, so he has his outside of his food, which was in a small drum with a screw tight lid of some kind. Disbear proof that he had hanging in a tree was no longer there. When he came back, the rope had been torn. He's basically gathering up some stuff. Right now. As he's gathering stuff, it dawned on him. Oh, my skiff is further down now because one of these things broke the line. So he's got this going
on in the back of his mind. There's active screaming going on from that island of trees. It didn't ever really stop. One scream, short pause, another scream, short pause, a smaller scream from inside the tree line by his camp. Ah, geez, I'm trying to put myself in his shoes to imagine what it's like to have this going on while you're trying to collect your shit and leave. So he feels like every scream is more and more directed at him. He's yelling back out, Hey, I'm leaving.
I'm leaving, you know, leave me alone. I'm leaving. I want nothing to do with it. Just leave me alone, you know. He kept just yelling at So he's gathering up his stuff and he's going down to the bank, and the dawns on him. The skiff is further down the river. Something ripped the line again, and his skiff was just banking along and not tied to the shore anymok. So immediately he grabs his backpack with his most important shit, slings a rifle, and grabs his emergency bag with
flares and some other shit in it, runs for the skiff. As he's running to the skiff, he hears screaming going on behind him, and it sounds like he's barreling down on him. So he turns around, swings his rifle in that direction. There's nothing off to his left at the tree line, stopping and breaking of shit, and he could barely see movement in between these trees, and he's like, man, leave me alone. He's trembling, and he fires a shot off in that direction, boom, just making
noise. Basically. As he continues along, the screaming starts again. Now he's not far from his skiff, but he's so mentally wrapped up in what's behind him that he's having hard time focusing on getting to the skiff. He keeps stutter stepping. He fell down a few times, and there's only game trails that kind of weave in and out from the river bank. There's no concise line right on that river bank edge, you know, for him to
so he's running around all this shit. He finally gets just below his skiff, catches his breath a little bit, steps down the river bank and stops his skiff from continuing on, pulls it over, pulls it up on shore a little better. He's only in a little eighteen foot lund, which you know by yourself, can be a pain to manage, but it's not impossible. It's like a v hole in the front and goes to a flat bottom in the back. So he pulls it up and he's loading his stuff up
and a scream happens again right behind him. Now terrified, this guy Albert swings around and starts just shooting because he felt he was in imminent danger. So he turns around. He just starts unloading his rifle just randomly, which is not a smart thing to do, but the guy was panicked, so he empties his rifle, re slings it over his shoulder and is yelling, you know, explicit, I stcket out of here. You know, I'm leaving, I'm leaving. So he gets the skiff, he maneuvers it,
swings it around basically because of the shallow depth of where he's at. Because he's way up there, he has to use oars to push himself along because it's too shallow to drop the outboard and rip out of there. So as he's pushing along with the oars, he's got his pistol and rifle right on the bench seat at his feet. He's pushing along continually looking around him. Now he only gets about fifty sixty yards into this whole endeavor and the scream
happens again. Just so happens where he's at. There's a little bit of the bank lowers down and there's a feeder creek that comes in at that point. When he drifts down to that point, he can see up that little creek a little ways and he sees two of them jump across and into the tree line in front of him, off to his right. As he's contemplating, well, shit, they're following me. He immediately became very emotional and
was sobbing and was crying and almost kind of gave up. He stopped pushing along with the ore, dropped the ore into the skiff and sat on the bench and was holding his rifle and had the pistol on his lap. As this poor guy is contemplating where do I go? He knows he has quite a bit of distance, for it's deep enough to drop that kicker down and
really make movement. So he decides, well, I'm gonna let the river bring me down, and once it gets deep enough, I'll drop that out board and just sit here and watch and wait and see and kind of steer the skiff's best I can when I need to. As he's doing this, he hears the screaming again. It's below him and above him and almost right next to him. He's hearing these Okay, screaming is kind of a it's kind of like a howl, a growl howl kind of thing that ends in
a high pitched kind of thing. It's really weird. That Dennis video I've been pointing out to people. That's a very good example of what I'm talking about. But you don't get the full spectrum of sound with the microphones.
So as he's sitting there contemplating on what do I do with this shit, he kept hearing stuff falling, stuff falling around, clumps of grass and dirt, sometimes rocks, sometimes branches will go whibbing by over his head, and he felt like he was being toyed with, so periodically he would just stand up from his seated position on a little bench seat and fire shots into the trees just randomly, which not a good idea, but it just freaked out.
This goes on for a while and he eventually he gets into deeper water where he can drop the kicker and he fires it up and stay tuned for more sasquatch out to see. Well right back after these messages. Now, right as he fires it up and he's starting to putter and get up on step in the channel, big tree from he doesn't even know where comes flying out into the water, kind of lands in and it has his water weight partially blocked. So he veers off to the left and tries to skiff around,
almost loses the outboard because outboard hits and clips this tree. Now he had to stick his hand back to keep the outboard from flipping up over into the boat. That's how hard he hit. So he stops that from happening. His transom's bent and the motor stalls out. Worried that he broke the
shaft for the outboard. So he's got all this shit going on, this weird screaming happening periodically, and finally he's able to write the outboard, He repumps it, restarts it, it fires up it has a little bit of a wobble because the prop was bent, but it was moving, it was running, and he was out of there. So that's what happened to Albert. He got out of there after that incident and everything screaming, being accosted, camp being torn up, food being stolen, and being run out.
Now, these things probably could have had him easily. And that's another thing. Who knows boggling shit though, because most people get everything they say about it dismissed by those who are smart or no better. You can't learn shit in a book. You can read a book about the outdoors all you want, front to back. You can memorize that shit. But until you put your foot out in those lids, man, you don't know dick. So just keep that in mind. No one's an expert. Tell the next one
greeting is this is Fred and Laska. Today I want to share with you an occurrence that happened to a guy named Caleb. He was up in Electing Gig. This is back in nineteen eighty eight. He was taken to Rainbow Valley, which is in the area just a little bit north of Electing Gig. As they were going back in there the guy that took him or was a very good friend of his that he had fished on the guy's fishing boat
with him. So his buddy that he had partnered with was, you know, regaling him with stories of the Harryman or whatever, and he thought nothing of it, dismissed it, you know, like, okay, yeah, my native captive. He wants to just tease me about this stuff, you know, get the dumb white guy to buy into some some bullshit. He agrees to go. He went with the total mindset of I'm being pranked. Someone's going to be hiding the bush, try to scare me. So they
went. They were camped out, they're having a good time. So the guy says, why don't you let me camp here overnight since you're so confident on doing a Harryman. His buddy was like, no, dude, I don't care what you believe, you know, which I understand. I wouldn't allow someone's ignorance to something to be their downfall, especially if I could change it and do something. So Caleb agrees, says, Okay, we'll stay here together or whatever. But I'm not feeling what you're feeling. There's nothing
going on here. And he was like, not at the moment, you know, but let's just hang out. Let's see what's going on. So there there approximately two nights. As time goes on, Caleb's just giving him more and more shit, like, dude, you're full of it. You know, you may have seen something, maybe it was a crippled bear or something, and you're just tripping. So the morning of the third day, Caleb wakes up early. He decides he's going to rup some coffee and he
had been looking at this mountain off in the distance. It was one of the Wood River mountains. He said, I'm going to go and hike that today by myself. So he's up and prepping. He gets out of his tent. He's pouring water into the little percolator pot to make some cowboy coffee over the fire. As he's stoking the fire, he realizes there's something moving
around behind him, and he doesn't know exactly what that is. So he's slowly kind of turning because he was thinking bar and as he turned around, this thing was down on all fours and looking him right in the eyes, about twenty five feet behind him. He couldn't put what he was seeing into
the reality of where he was standing. So he starts laughing. And as he's laughing, because he can't believe what he's seeing, he laughs out of nervousness, and this thing mocked his laugh back to him, and that mocking laugh was a lot louder and deeper, and it woke up his partner,
the local. He did not hesitate. He came out of the tent with his firearm and commenced to shooting in the air to scare it off, scare the shit out of Caleb, because he was facing this thing laughing, and then all of a sudden, gunshots are going off over his head, you know, not directly, but behind him. This thing stands up and runs about fifty seventy five yards, hits this initial little tree line, and then stops and then takes one and uproots it, drops it into place, and
runs off. And they're like, Caleb was trying to ask his friend, this is really happening, and wake me up, wake me up, and guys like, it's really happening. There's nothing to wake you up from. But his partner was saying, it really confused him about the tree thing just leaving it on the ground. It really confused him. But Caleb was freaked out, no longer wanted to be camping there. Well, his buddy that was the captain of the fishing boat and a local I know the guy.
I'm not going to say his name. I haven't talked to him about this particular situation. He walks back to that tree line and he's armed. But you know, the only reason he was confident in walking over there is they heard it and then saw it up above the tree line on the mountain there, and then they saw it go up over it, so he was confident it was far enough away. He goes over and checks out the tree that
was pulled up and flopped down. What it had was a bunch of pike that it had caught with his hand or something laid there, and instead of losing it, stat I should ripped that tree out and dropped it on top of it to cover its pike. I found that interesting because that's the first I've heard of those types of connections. It consciously hit its pike catch. He leaves the pike alone and comes back over. Now when he was coming back over, unbeknownst to him, because his buddy was out of yelling range
and wasn't paying attention. He was packing up because he was ready to go. Caleb said, when he heard him coming in the distance, he whistled for him. He thought what it was when he turned around is up above the tree line that he saw what was in front of him just a little while ago, and it was making the whistle sound. So his partner that was coming back that just saw the pike on as a branch. He was hearing it but ignoring it. He didn't want to make any contact with it.
He wanted to just keep going and he could tell it was far enough away where he wasn't in any real danger. When he makes it back over to where Caleb is, Caleb had watch this thing come down in the trees. He saw the trees moving, the shit coming on down to where the pike were left, watched it fling the tree out of the way, grabbed the pike, smashed them all up into one hand, and then went right back same direction, all in the amount of time it took for his partner
to walk maybe seventy five yards the rest of the distance. When he saw it initially start, the thing was moving fast. That to me is really compelling, because that wasn't any sign of aggression. To me, that's more curiosity and that's good to hear. So nothing else happened. They got the hell out of dodge, but Caleb believes and actually he was asking me if he could go along on the documentary. I was like, I don't know, man, I don't know about that, but he really wants to go
back and revisit that area himself without that stress. And I was like, you realize that stress is going to be there. I said, have you gone in the woods since without any stress? He was like no. I was like, well, it's not going to change in that spot. I could promise you that it may bring you a little bit of peace in the long run, but it's not going to change nothing. You know. I want to share with you in experience that happened to Michelle and her husband and
son. They were on a fishing trip up the Nushagak River. I won't name the lodge, but her husband happened to had worked there years past when the lodge first opened up, so he was trusted by the owners because he had his current six pack license. They allowed him to take the skiff with just him and his wife and son. A six pack license is basically a coastguard, certified captain of a skiff with the proper training, what have you. So they went ripping around, you know, they went up above Henry
Salute. They were basically all over the lower part of the Nushghak below Ekwalk though they went by a place Sophie's Landing that's where they killed the kicker and would drift and just gone down towards Black Point. So on their drift they
were just having a good time. And further downriver as they were casting and doing their thing, there was a very very loud whistle, like someone putting two fingers in their mouth and just whistling really loud and sharp, and they thought, oh, you know, just down the bend there there must be some other people whooping it up, someone whistling for someone having a fish on. So as they continued, they're just drifting away, not thinking nothing of
it. They're not drifting overly fast. They weren't in the swiftest current. It's something this guy, her husband had done a million times before when he worked for the lodge. So nothing out of the ordinary, nothing they get overly concerned about. So as they're discussing what they're going to do once they catch their first king, whether they're going to go on shore and just on
the beach there or whatever. They heard the whistle again, but this time when they heard the whistle, it was much closer and parallel to them on the shore. And after the whistle, they kept hearing a weird chatter sound, noises and voices. They could not pinpoint a language to it. They could tell they're there was something going on there, but they couldn't hear enough. It was just at a hearing range where they couldn't make out what was
going on. Now. Her husband had heard this stuff before, but he was never able to figure out where the noise was coming from. Because it sounded distant and non aggressive. There was never any reason to worry. He never associated that sound with anything detrimental to his health fair enough, you know a lot of people don't. So they decide they're going to pull up over
there towards short towards the direction of that noise. It had been something that Michelle's husband, it said, always bothered him, so he wanted to figure it out. And they had a bear gun, they had a shotgun. You know. They get over, they bank up and he goes by himself. Their son at the time was about thirteen fourteen, but not well versed in the woods. He would only be in the woods long enough to cast a line really in being a lodge around the campfire. But never know Hansel
and greteline it in the woods or none of that shit. So he goes the shore along with the shotgun, and he takes a game trail that leaves from the edge of the Niushagak River. And he was heading due east on this whole trail and as it cuts back, it goes and hits a stand of trees, and it cuts through the trees. Isn't anticipating seeing shit. He just was really curious about this noise because he had heard it periodically, not every year he was up here, but often enough where it always stuck
in the back of his mind, that noise. So as he's tredging along, he's got about sixty yards to the edge of the tree line where he'd planned on stopping. Michelle was watching from the skiff intently, very intently. Her son's next to her. You think a bear's going to get him, and she's like, shush, you know, don't say that, And God forbid, you know, don't want to bear to get him. As her and her son are talking, they noticed her husband is getting closer to the
tree line there. They were on a straight part of the river. There was no curve, no bend in the river at that point. There's a small stand of trees where they banked up and he tied off the bow, and from that small stand it was kind of open grassy terrain about forty fifty sixty yards back to the tree line that ran, and it basically skirted the edge of the river about that distance from it, and there's various game trails
all throughout there. He was watching the trail in front of him and kind of listening now as he's focused over here to his left, his wife and son are watching from the skiff something big and dark moving in the woods from the right, but it was moving slowly and methodically, like it was going from tree to tree. Now, it's midday and the sunlight was actually illuminating very similar to how it is to me now. The sun was kind of
in their face. So they were seeing the silhouetted figure in between the trees moving periodically. So they start yelling, hey, hey, to your right, to your right, there's someone over there to your right. He turned and he's like, you know, quiet down, quiet down, because he was starting to hear this mumbling sound and he was trying to pinpoint it. He thought they were trying to tell him, hey, we hear it too, So there was a miscommunication. He was assuming one thing, they were
assuming another. It was just one of those situations. As he's sitting there listening keenly to what's that noise, it dawns on him it's not coming from in front of him. The noise is kind of skirting around the tree line, but it's coming from behind him, so he turns to his right. That's when Michelle and her son are jumping up and down on the bow. So he turns and looks at him. Get back here, get back. There's something right over there. He gets the shotgun hole name. He's not
scared. There's nothing tangible to be scared of. So he's looking and he can hear this garbled sound getting louder, but still can't make it out. When she expressed it to me, he had said it didn't sound like the samurai chatter, but it sounded like gibberish, like a pig Latin of some kind. He couldn't make it out. It was just a garble of everyone's while he like a vowel like sound, but it was more like grunts and
chirps. He couldn't put together what it was. So as he's looking, this thing had slipped around from the direction it just was unseen, even with being silhouetted by the sunlight, skirted around and was on the trail in front of him, inside the trees, maybe thirty five forty feet before that trail hooked off to his right. So he's still focused over here to his far right, and this thing is off to his left. Now standing in the trail, Michelle and her son can see it again. They can't see any
facial features. It's silhouetted out, but it's big and it's on two legs. And finally they get his attention because that garbled sound is still going on, but it sounds like it's in the direction to his right. He catches when what they're saying and turns and looks dropped the shotgun. He was so shocked he'd dropped that shotgun, backed up a couple feet, kind of had his hands up like he was gonna be robbed. By time he does that short little motion, the thing was gone, not a sound. So he's
backing up. You know, he's he's making sure he's got around in it. You know, he slightly pumps it a little bit to make sure that the round was in there. He backtracks, walking slowly back to the skiff. When he gets back to the skiff, Michelle's chewing him out for not listening to them, and he was trying to explain, Look, I was hearing one thing. I couldn't make out what you guys were saying because of
the noise coming from this direction. You guys's noise from this direction. It was all kind of intermingling, and I was trying to get a better sense of what was being said. Now, as they're sitting there at the bank and he's untying, he handed the shotgun to Michelle and said, keep an eye. If it comes running up behind me, shoot it. I got on tie us. It's only twenty feet a line over to the little scrub brush. So he tells her, you know, if it rushes up behind
me, shoot it. She was like, oh, dear guy, I don't want to have to shoot anything. He goes, if it's coming to get me shoot it, so he goes in unties. He gets back to the skiff, she hands him the shotgun back. He has them scoop back and get in their seats. He has his son fire up the outboard because
he taught him how to fire it up. So son happily, very happily, went over and fired it up. He pushes off from the bank, climbs in and goes to the back and takes control of the outboard, and he starts backing away from the river bank, and as he's in deep enough water, he engages it and forward and hooks back up to go back upriver
to their left. When they're facing the bank, he backed up and then to the left to go further up river, and as they get about a quarter mile from where they were, it starts to get into these bins. He stopped and killed the motor again. She asked him, why in the hell with this thing over there, did you take us up here just to kill the motor? What are we going to do? Fish? Are you crazy? Let's get out of here. He goes, No, it came this direction. I just know it. I'm going to try to get a
picture of it. She tells him let's go now. He wasn't going to hear that. He was determined to get him a picture of a Harryman because the shock of initially seeing it and dropping the gun and then grabbing it again, he had made up his mind. It's here. Now, I'm here. Now I have a camera in the boat. I'm going to get a picture of this thing. She warns him, No, don't bank up on shore again. If we see it from the boat, get your picture.
If not, we need to go. He explains to her that he felt it went that direction, and he thinks it's going to be coming out of the tree line at some point, or watching them from somewhere at some point. So what he wanted to do was slowly drift back down, ready with the camera and get a picture. Now. Great idea, very good idea. As they're drifting and he's standing there like a tourist, just waiting his turn for this thing to step out. Be there something crickets, not thing's
going on. They make it back down to the point where he had beached and went up. Nothing. Not a thing. So finally he fires up the outboard hits it in reverse to pull himself away from the bank, get back into the deeper water, and just as they click it in the forward, after he'd set the camera down, they heard a scream and the thing was standing right back over on the trail where he had saw it and dropped
his gun. Standing there clear as day out in the sunlight. He was already in geared moving that he just shook his head and just opened up and got up on step got them out of there. There's so many of these encounters. I don't want to make it seem like there's a hairy man behind every tree, because there's not. However, if they're around, they won't make themselves known one way or another. You may not even realize it's them. They can imitate things to a t, but it changes during the course
of them imitating something. Like with the imitating an owl, for example, I've noticed is that the first hoot or two will be so natural you would think nothing of it, but the ones that fall much louder and unnatural. Same with squirrel, chirps, bear grunts, you name it. Whatever they imitate, coyote, how wolf, howl. So just be aware when you're out there in the woods, no matter where you are. From my understanding, this is kind of one of the universal things that universal behavior grant you,
its speculation and anecdotal. However, you hear it enough times, you got to start taking part of it serious. Imitating animals is kind of their thing. So if you're ever out in the woods and you start hearing imitations of things, and you could tell someone imitating it sounds like it's eight hundred pound gorilla trying to imitate. AWL wanted to reevaluate sitting there, waiting there and trying to figure it out, bad stuff could happen. Check out the
interactive map Subarctic Alaska Sasquatch all one word dot com. Just click on the map. You can zoom in. You'll see little pin markers of encounters and experiences. The map has marker pince and those marker pins you touch it, it'll bring up a video of an encounter that I've shared with you guys from that area, so you can put what I'm telling you in the context of the position on the state of the map. Anyway, thanks for joining me, and we'll catch you on the next one. They say you don't gotta
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