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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 they would 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 do the one down now and I don't need anything. I don't want to go outside. Hello, hit the Boddy out here, quin On out there. I've thought of a bit about text nine. I don't know easy amount. Yeah, I'm right head. Oh he didn't. Thanks so much for joining me for the show. I decided to bring you three more amazing encounter stories from Fred in Alaska, but I wanted to pop
in here for just a second and say this. I've gotten a couple of negative comments on reviews on Apple Podcast about Fred and the stories that he shares and I've got a couple of those privately. But many of you guys have emailed in because Wayne and I have talked about Fred several times over on that Bigfoot podcast and Buying Large. The overwhelming amount of you who have written in
via email have said that you guys are enjoying these stories from Fred. Some people have a problem with them because they think they're a little too out there.
They think they're fantastic and for whatever reason you think Fred's making up these stories, I personally think these stories are very important for people to hear because they come from the Native American perspective and most of these cases, Fred is hearing these stories from Native Americans and First Nations people up in Alaska that we probably wouldn't get otherwise because he is a council member up there, and these
people share these encounters that we probably would never hear if it weren't for Fred. So i'd like your feedback. If you're enjoying these, please let me know. You can send me an email Brian at Paranormalworldproductions dot com. You can always send me a voicemail. It's right here in the show notes. All you have to do is click that button, talk right into your phone
or your computer, hit send, and it comes directly to me. You're going to hear about fifteen minutes into this, during one of the first stories that Fred is sharing with you, there was a guy up in Alaska metal detecting, and I've actually linked to this video over on the blog. So if you want to check out the Sasquatch out to see blog, head over to Paranormal World Productions dot com. You could see this video in its entirety.
But a few minutes into this video, this guy's out metal detecting in the middle of nowhere in Alaska and you hear what sounds like a sasquatch screaming, and then something starts to throw rocks at him. I've included that audio from the video here. About fifteen minutes into this, I think you're going to find it really really compelling. With all that out of the way, all that's left for you to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. Greeting is this friend in Alaska. Thanks for joining me.
What I want to share with you today is something that happened to a former campground host. People will volunteer for parks up here, whether it be a river park or a national park or whatever. They usually volunteer and park their
RV and keep an eye on the grounds and stuff. A lot of retirees do it, and it's actually a really fulfilling job for someone who's retired to spend their summer in Alaska being part of the scene, telling people, giving them guidance on what trails good and what's not, and what have you. This happened to coast that used to host a park roughly about twenty years ago.
What ended up happening to this retired couple they no longer host. They still come up, they still spend time in their RV, but now they don't feel comfortable staying in one place longer than a night or two, which is hyper vigilance or paranoia, whatever you want to call it. It still affects people. So what happened with them is it was their fifth year hosting in the same place. They had went on a hike with a small group
of people that asked for some assistance, something about a certain trailhead. I'm being very vague on purpose. It was asked of me to be because as far as park hosts go, it's a relatively small community. I told her I'd be as vague as possible, so forgive that. It's not to keep anything from you guys. So they do this hike and they show these people what they wanted to know and what they wanted to find out. As her
and her husband are taking their time because the party continued on. They only went for about a mile or so and gave them some directions in a spot that could be a little confusing because there's three different trails. On their way back, they kept hearing a grunting and a huffing, which for them was nothing new. They've dealt with bears in an area and they were not unaware of the bear, so they figured, okay, we're being paced by this
bear. It'll lose interest. We don't have any food items on us, were brightly dressed, they had some bear spray. They really weren't concerned doing it for a long time in their eyes, and they understood the park the area that they were hosting pretty well. So they continue on and nothing happens, but they continually hear this huffing every now and then it kind of tapers off the closer they get back to the trail head where they have their RV
station and all that. So they go in and it's about midday and they're doing their lunch thing. As she's working in a little sink. Looking out the window of this RV, she notices something dark in the woods. Just move said, it looked just like a shadow. Just movet nothing of it now. Her husband was outside on that same of the RV. What he saw was the hairy man looking at them and then moving away once he made eye contact with it. His view of it was that of a caveman with
lots of hair. That's fairly similar to along the same lines of the description I get from a lot of different places. So he's immediately freaked out. He comes back into the RV and he sits down. He's pale white. His wife asked him, Hey, what's going on with you? Do you need a doctor, immediately concerned about his health. He explains to her what he saw, so it confirmed what she saw. She just didn't see all of it. She just saw the movement moving away. He said he didn't
know what to do with that. He didn't know what to make of it, what to feel about it, because they'd never had anything like that happen. So they just start discussing and debating whether or not the grunts they heard was this thing following them. So they came to the conclusion that yeah, that's what was falling behind him or paralleling them, or following them out, whatever you want to call it. Now, as a debated, this way
off, it sounded like miles and miles away they heard a scream. Their concern was is the scream came from the direction they left the people on the trail. So immediately they're concerned about other people's safety and they don't know what to do. They're the camp post. They feel an obligation and a moral duty to speak out, reach out and inform people. But how hi, I am your campost. Hey watch out for the bigfoot. It's such a taboo subject for a lot of people. The acceptance part of it is just
a lot of people just laugh at them, and they realized it. So what they did was is they went and talked to a park ranger. When they approached the ranger, they asked them, what's with the screaming? What's with this thing? We saw blunt straightforward, Hey, we saw harry Man. What the hell is going on here? Why weren't we informed sooner? I could have had a heart attack, it could have been ugly. And the park ranger just looked at him and said, I can't report that.
I can't report it. All I could report is you saw a bear moving in the woods. It wasn't a bear, it was a bigfoot, It was a sasquatch. It was moving in the woods. It was looking at me. I know what I saw. I can't put that on paper. I can put down you saw a bear in this area and will put up bear warning signs. So that's inevitably what happens a couple nights later of just
quiet, no screaming, no sighting of anything. They're hyper vigilant. Her husband, in the meantime, went to a local store and purchased a high caliber, very powerful. He wanted to have protection other than bear spray because he felt it was not enough to just have bear spray. They were committed for the summer and they wanted to fulfill their commitment and not leave on bad terms. But it's not like the Fish and Wildlife trooper didn't believe them,
or the park ranger didn't believe them. It's the fact that they could not themselves report it. Now, that's very frustrating for people who have witnessed things, because, for one, it makes the person who's seen it look like a kook. And if anyone goes to check out a report on it, it's going to say a bear sighting. You're getting it from all directions.
You're not getting what would be the proper way to put it, the truth, and the information is not being processed to the people in a direct manner. It's being filtered through the lens of It was a bear, it was an unknown bear, it was a large bear, and things of this nature and not it was a hairy man. It screamed at us, it ran away, or it through rocksiz none of that stuff. It just doesn't get reported. After a few nights of nothing, they've calmed down from the incident
and they start laughing about, Wow, we saw sasquatch. Holy shit. The whole time, they never had an interest, not once. These were retired academics, you know what I mean. They were retired from the East Coast what I would call ivy leaguers' your run of the mill community college professor with some weird outlooks. These were professional people. Their whole lives. They're
all about their academics. So their worldview changed drastically after that. As time goes on during their visit, they decide, we're not going to stay cooped up. The husband didn't feel comfortable packing that large caliber rifle with them when they went to hike, but they decided they weren't gonna let it ruin their stay there. So they go out, and they go out the same childhead and they go out to the same area. They're retired, they're not feeble,
but they have their limits. They knew their limits well. So they got to the same area where they showed the group what direction togo, and they decided to hang out there and just look around. He brought his camera, she had the bear spray and a walking stick. So they're sitting there and he's just taken random pictures of the wildlife, the fawn of the forest, all all that stuff. And as they're going along on their way back, they hear the huffing again. They hear it again in the near distance.
The husband, in a fit of anger of being run off from something he felt he was being run off from and that he loved, he wasn't gonna stand for it, gets the bear spray from his wife and walks off the trail a little bit, and she's freaking out, don't you go in those woods. You stayed the hell out here. You saw it. We're not messing with it. He said, I wanted to leave us alone. She talks him out of going into the woods with the bare spray. They
continue back to their RV in a quickened pace, and he's pissed. He's very upset. So he decides, you know what, we're going to go post up. If it follows us back, I'm going to shoot it so it doesn't follow us. And she's saying, you've lost your mind. You don't shoot this thing. If it follows us back, we will get hold of the proper authorities for them to come and deal with it. He points out, look at how we retreated when we brought up our incident of basically
a screen and this thing off in the distance and it left. What are they going to do with that? So they debate that on our walk back and they get there. They decide, you know what, we're just gonna have to go and report it again. Because as they continued on the same thing happened huffing at him at a little bit of a distance in the trees and paralleling them on their way out. So they get back and they jump
into their little runabout car and they go over to the ranger's office. When they get to the rangers office, the park ranger, he had four other people there and they were all drilling this guy about, Hey, why weren't we being told about this? Why aren't we being told? So they come up and they listen. These four separate individuals are in front of this guy saying, hey, we saw a bigfoot, we saw a sasquatch. What
do we do? The guy goes, I can't take that report. However, I could tell you at x Y and Z Ridge and x Y and Z lookout, there's been a lot of reported activity that we can either confirm or deny or do anything with. In essence, their hands are tied no matter what you go and tell them. To a certain level, they may believe you personally, but professionally they cannot act on that. They cannot push that paperwork forward. It will make it to a certain distance and then it'll
be non existent. So again, they felt disheartened that basically they're going to have to do it and do it alone. So they go back and the husband's fuming. He's really feeling insulted, insulted with his integrity as a former academic, that his whole existence would be questioned, even though they didn't question him. I understand what he means, because to be dismissed is a form of disrespect. So when they're being dismissed, he took it very personally.
So they get back and they're hanging out and he's really fuming, discussing with his wife what they want to do. She says she wants to know part of it, and that maybe they should stop their volunteer contract and leave the area. They agreed to, and they agreed that at the end of the week, they give him a couple of days to get a replacement in and they would go on about their way over the course of the next two nights.
They went right back after they decided that caught the ranger let him know, Hey, we're no longer going to be chaperoning or hosting the spot. We'll be leaving in two days. Okay, I understand, I'm sorry, I can't do more, and that since they're ready to roll, they just have to close some cupboards and do whatever with the awning on their RV. So they get all that squared away ready to go, and they stayed real close to their RV during the course of the next couple days. The two
nights before they left, they each woke up individually of each other. Each night. They usually have a fold up blinder that sits in front of the front window so people can't just see in as they're walking by to the trail. They parked RV's right in the parking area, so whoever's coming in, they see whoever's coming in, and whoever's going didn't put it up because a group of younger people had left and they were keeping an eye out the window
for any illegal drinking and illegal activities that kind of thing. Individually, each one of them at a point in time had woken up to this thing staring in the front and were locked up with fear and just basically cover their heads and sucked it up. Same thing with the wife. She seemed the same thing. And it was a couple of times each night they woke up to this thing just standing there staring at them. They got out of there,
no incidents, just outside of the staring and the screams and whatnot. There's a lot of people out there that are dismissed. They're discredited, they're basically just disrespected merely for mentioning, Hey, there's something going on that we don't know, take a look at it to the authorities, and they just, you know, then down do nothing. I haven't seen them do anything. Who knows what they're doing in the background. I talk to people a lot.
There's people that no longer go in the woods and hunt. There's mothers concerned about their sons, and their sons just holding it in and shutting down at the thought of the topic because of the experience they had from going in the woods. These weird behaviors, it's like a stalker that feeds on your fear almost. There's a lot of anecdotal evidence that even though they can end you, they don't. It's like they try to draw every ounce of fear they can out of you, which is in it of itself very odd.
There's so much more going on we don't understand now. Up here in Alaska. I have a few of their behaviors I feel are pretty concrete as far as when they see you, they want you to see you. If they are nearby, they will make it clear to you and come in on you. I expressed everyone again. Go watch that. Keith the sixty six is metal Detecting Channel out of Fairbanks, Alaska. He's a dentist. He has a bigfoot little video up. It's about ten minutes long. It's roughly five
minutes in house, scream in the distance. Moments later it's closer. It's throwing things. Then it gets even closer with this god awful screen. Go check it out. That is a perfect example of what I'm talking about when it comes to what I feel is classic behavior up here in Alaska. It's getting dark on me down to my last target. Looks like a little wooden or what's that? Whoa did you guys? Did you guys hear that? Sounds like something howling? Still hear it? Sweet little box boy? That
freaked me out. All right, So I'm working my way back. WHOA did you hear that? Oh? Man, something, just do something in the water right beside me. Oh she's all right, guys, let's get out of here. I just do something else in the water just now. All right, I'm finally getting close to the road. That's scared to crap out of me. Let's get back to the house and get ready for the ROUNDA. Stay tuned for more sasquatch out to see will be right back.
After these messages, they will make themselves known. Problem is, when they make themselves known, there's more of them around. There have been a couple of reports I have that it seemed that they were a solo. I wasn't there. I don't sit there and go to every site of whatever happens and try to investigate and prove disproved. I already know they exist. I've known since I was a little kid, same with everyone else I grew up with. There's not a question for us. I'm not out to seek evidence when
I go film the documentary. Trust me, if there's evidentiary footage to be had, I'm going to get it. If I come across tracks, I'm going to record them. The upside down trees, I'm going to record that, But I'm not going to research. I'm actually going to attempt to get
some compelling footage. Honestly, the Niu Yakuk River. I'm strongly confident in the fact that there will definitely be a lot of evidence right there in about eighty five percent of the encounters I hear about the nu Yakuk, they all happen within twenty four hours of being on that river. Our incident was less than a handful of hours of getting there. We were there a couple hours before dark and then the shit went down. My cousin Nickola Chris, same
thing. They were there a couple hours shit was going down. I don't know, it's different. I'm hoping that with the interactive map at the website, you can zoom in and see areas coming to life as far as how much activity is going on in those areas and the approximate date time type of thing. But there's just a large portion in the Brisko Bay Watershed, and I'm looking forward to getting to that documentary. Things are in the works.
No offense to anybody. They asked certain questions about whatever I'm doing, as far as how I make my videos, how I present them, or whatever I do me. I'm not going to change anything. No offense by that. I didn't start this to please people. I started it to inform people. Take no offense to that. It's just if there's certain quirks I have that you may not care for don't know what to tell you. I wanted
to share some tidbits from my night on the Nuyakuk. The things that bother me is after I shot through the wall, the place shifted and the scream happened, and I was sitting there for hours. There could have been moments they were looking in the window at me. I don't know. I was zoned out on the floor, contemplating, with no one communicating with me. It was really lonely. When you're resigning yourself to death, when you're literally say okay, I know I'm not gonna make it out of this, and
know that you're just not, it's a different thing. It's really hard to put into words. It's freeing in a way. Because I wasn't trembling hard anymore. It allowed me to focus more. I got more angry, I got more in the mindset of Okay, if you're gonna get me, you're gonna get me, and I'm gonna do my damn just to to get one of you. But in those moments, a lot of people they don't do as well on the other side as I have. I'm not special. I just knew. Had I not went back out in the woods. I never
would. I'd be somewhere in the concrete jungle right now. I can be hyper vigilant, but in Alaska you got to be vigilant period. There's a couple resident black bears that go between Hatcher's passed behind us here are well behind your field of view. Actually where I'm sitting, I've seen the same bear about four times over the last ten years. Not often that you see it, but enough to know that it's around and you may come across it.
I don't show cwsticks mass accelerators, so to speak, on here, nor will I. But understand I'm not out here in naked trust that some of these things I contemplate. I don't know if you guys will find it interesting or not. I usually don't share because it's something I dwell on, and therefore I don't know if it has any value to others as far as what they may think or if they even want to hear it. But I just want to share these things. I'm backed up on sharing encounters or whatever.
I have a bunch more of those coming. But the whole point of this channel is not just to share with you guys these encounters. It's the getting out and talking to the people. I already have a few of the interviews filmed for the documentary, excellent interviews. I have my cousin lining up some
other ones from elders from different incorporated areas or different Native corporation areas. I'm trying to line out not just views from the Bristol Bay area, but elders from other portions of the state as well, because we all, regardless white, Native, irrelevant if you live in Alaska, we all share this whether we want to or not. It doesn't matter what you believe, It just
doesn't matter. These things happen. So I'm having a hard time dwelling on what I originally wanted to share, So I'll share with you an experience from winter ninety four. In ninety five Mannakotak Trail snow machine trail. There was a group about ten of us all ripping around on brand new player of snow
machines. I had the buddies with the four forty super Sports little trail rippers, and then you had the rmks of course got to have the arm case, and one of my buddies had the Indie Storm nine hundred CC players just came out of there it was a monster, lots of fun hauled ass. Well, we're all ripping. I was on a four to forty supersport little Indie, just a little lightweight sled, real fun for playing around. So we're on our way back from Mannakotak. This certain portion of the trail splits
off. We usually just ride the open Muskeg tundra and rip around. There was this huge hill. It was all covered with trees, and I knew there was a shortcut trail because some of the stronger sleds were up ahead of me, and I knew if I took this trail I could probably at least catch up for a little bit. No one wanted to be left behind, not in the dark, in the winter, way out in the middle of nowhere. Trust me, wolves and shit, there's all sorts of dangers.
Harryman was not even a thought at that point. It is, but not, oh my god, I might see a harry Man if I go in the woods. It's not that kind of mentality. So cruising along, I'm hitting these ripples in the trail. It's just like a washboard. I didn't realize it as I was bumping along, but I hit the kill switch on the handlebars and the machine died. Man, So I'm sitting there just yanking
on this thing. I felt so dumb. But during this time I was yanking on the court, I could hear off in the distance all my buddies Mam just tearing on out of there. I figured at some point they would realize, hey, you know right in in the group, let's double back, posse up, see where he's at. I knew they would eventually do that, But as I was sitting there cranking, trying to figure it out, I was digging my flashlight out of the little bel crow backstrap on the
seat where low tool kit and shits kept. Get the flash light out, and I'm looking under the cowling and I'm not noticing anything, but off in the distance, I hear a wolf howl, very loud, wolf out, natural wolf howl. I knew there were wolves in the area. They had been eating people's animals out by Connectingneck road going towards the hospital from Dillingham, so I knew they were in the area. I was armed. I had one of those inner tech nine nine millimeter machine pistols. Got it from a
friend who knows people. At the time they were really hard to come by, and I had to sing in remote Alaska getting strange looks, trust me, but I had that with me. As I'm sitting there trying to figure this thing out, the wolf howls are getting closer as far as being around me and what have you. I let off a couple shots. I had a thirty two round stick mag and he just a couple of rounds didn't stop the howling from getting closer. Seemed like it encouraged them to come and check
me out. So as I'm sitting I'm trying to flashlight around me and I'm trying to figure out what's going on. I shut the cowling. I sit down and I light a cigarette and I'm smoking this cigarette and I'm contemplating, I don't have to shoot wolves out here, and I can't hear my friends coming back yet. So as I'm sitting there contemplating, you know what I'm going to do next, I happened to glance at that little starter kill button and I felt so now I might pop it up one pull I was fired
back up. I was like yeah. So I sit there and I finished my cigarette real quick, calming down because my nerves were a little rattle, like you know, I thought I was gonna have to walk out in the dark, you know, with the batteries dying in my flashlight, wolves howling
around me. It's not a good feeling. I was scared about it, but it was like, I'm you know, I'll shoot them first anyway, So I take my time after the cigarette getting out of this trail, and as the snow machines running, they're not quiet as a little four to forty super Sport had some kind of tune can in it, but it was real peppy wing, you know, that kind of sound. As I'm going along, I could hear the wolves still howling in the distance. Now what bothered
me about this and why I'm sharing it. It's not about the wolves or the snow machine dying. As this trail is coming out of the tree line, it snakes back and forth left and right, not quite like switchbacks, but what someone had carved out, and people just followed it as the path the least resistance because it was densely forested, and anyone who goes snow machining knows you got to know how to maneuver a sled in order to get through
some shit. It was an intermediate course let's call it for snow machining, and it had a slightly downgrade going back down towards the tundra. It was approximately three hundred yards of this shit. So as I'm boondocking back and forth gently slowly, I was moving, so I wasn't concerned about the wolves as much. They never left my mind, but I wasn't scared. Now as I'm coming down, it turns into a straight stretch that just shoots out onto
the flats the tundra. As I'm coming down, that just at the very edge of my beams, big black shadow, and I got real low because I was worried about whatever it was going to closeline me off or snatch me off as I went by. So I got as small as I could and just went white open, hit the tundra, spit out, went about two three hundred yards, just hauling ass. I didn't want to look back, Honestly, I didn't want to look back. But then I hit a huge
turnaround bank came right back the same direction. I was brazen by having thirty rounds in that stick bag. And as I'm slowly turning the machine to use the high beam to light up the trees. I saw the eye shine probably about thirty yards up into the trees and obscured. I could see one eye, and then both, and then one eye and then none, then two eyes, that kind of thing. And as I'm doing this, I would
circle around big to keep distance between me and that tree line. It was a nine milimeter I knew it would make a lot of noise, but I was curious. I was trying to see what I was actually seeing, because all I saw was a dark figure and that eye shine. There was tree shaking that came as I'm doing my thing, circling around trying to get a better view of it. My buddies are making their way back. I can hear them coming. Now. I'm sitting in an open spot of tundra.
I have this wooded hill in front of me, which is basically this huge butte covered in trees. It's like an island in the middle of the tundra. And off to my right, on the opposite side of the flats the tundra, there's another hill that goes up with very similar but it has a continuous tree line that goes back off in a different direction. My buddies are coming from behind me from around the front end of the stand of trees off
to my right across the flats. Now, as I'm listening to them coming, I circled around again because I could tell they were getting closer, but there's still a distance away. Now as they circle around and I'm coming back to be lined up with that trail that goes back to the switchbacks that came out of middle of the trail, it was squatted down. It was squatted down and doing a very weird kind of back and forth sway thing like it
was contemplating what it was going to do. I would circle around because I didn't want anything coming up from behind me. I was out in the open tundra, but still they moved fast. With the sound of the snow machine, something could come up behind me without me even realizing it. So I circle around again. As I'm circling around and come back and the beams going towards it, it's standing up now and moving off to my left, to
the left of the trail. Just then my buddies come around the corner screaming towards me. They come flying past, circling around. Hey, what happened? You got to go? I told him. There's a Harry Man. They all laugh. I'm like, you can laugh if you want. It's right up there. It just walk to the left of the trail. So one of the guys with us circles around and goes, whoop rips right up
in that trail. No sooner than he hit up into that trail, the trees off to our left just erupted with this scream, went into the trees, up into the trail all of a sudden, was popping out on not a trail, he made his own trail, because I guess what he told us. When he was going up in the trail, he saw it run out of his peripheral and the headlight lamp lit enough of it running away.
He started turning, and then that's when shit, he repted. He could hear it over his snow machine when he was holding that pig wide open. So he popped out and we got the hell out of there. These things happen randomly. It's not like they're behind every tree and every time you go out you're going to have something happen. Man, I wish I had more answers, but hopefully we understand something by the end of this. Right this being Hatcher Pass where I'm standing. In the wintertime, there's a lot of
snow and all these trees will be pushed down with all that snow. We had come up here when the kids were little, and we would sled down to the road down below and then curry the kids back up. A couple of reports from this area. The ones that stand out are there's the I think it's gold Mint trailhead down the way here a little lower in the past. What was shared with me was this guy had taken his twelve year old son to kind of learn the basics of hiking. He got his son lined
out with a backpack and some hiking boots and stuff. The trailhead actually cuts back into that valley right back in there. I'm not hiking that today. He gets his boy and they're out. They make it back about three miles and as you can see the train, it slopes up steeply on each side, so you can easily see how it's just beautiful back in there. So he's pointing out certain things for his boy, kind of giving him the heads up on bear tracks and whatever else, and for the most part they're having
a great time. You can see the brush here, it's even heavier down over there. All this stuff's it looks really kind of smooth, but all that brush is taller than me easily, I mean, all through here. He was pointing out these variations and how to read where the creeks feeding into the other creek, and just a little simple stuff. And as they're doing that, in one of these small little gullies here, they heard us scream.
He said, it sounded like a woman being murdered. So him being armed in him with this boy, he was leary, but he wanted to help. So he's like, come on, son, we're going to go make sure this person's okay. They back down the trail a little ways and find a little offshoot trail and figure that was the one. They start back up in that thing, and he immediately within one hundred feet he realized he
shouldn't be there. It was not where he wanted to be. So he decides, once he gets up in there a little ways that he's not going to continue. He just felt something right. So they back out of that little trail and they get back onto the main trail, and he was talking to his son about, hey, we're going to have to cut it short and go get some help for this lady. Now, what he didn't realize
at the time was it wasn't a lady. It was approximately ten and a half feet tall, and it came barreling down that trail they were just on. When it came running down the trail, he froze up. He put his boy behind him, and it ran past them. It runs past in the trail, coming down the trail. As it runs past there, about ten fifteen feet away, it clears the trail and starts heading back up this other side of the gully over there, and they hear it thrashing through the
trees and everything. And the whole time, he's got his gun out and he's trying to explain to his son, be quiet, stay low, be quiet. His boy is just hunkered down. He's got tears streaming. All this happens in seconds. All they saw was a blur of an upright being and that scream. Now being fifteen twenty feet away, I'm just walked a short distance. But if I continue, you can see how it gets thick here. All this stuff is way taller than me. So they're in a
similar situation. They got all this dense stuff around them. They're up in a little valley and this thing is tearing up to their right, going uphill, going through stuff just like this material across the way there. So as he's sitting there trying to calm a sundown, keep himself calm and listen back up the trail behind him about he guestimated about one hundred feet just out of
sight, there was movement and it was big, heavy movement. Now heading back out because he had to go past the area this thing just ran by. When he got past that point where it ran by, he said he could see a trail through the brush cutting up. He said, nothing was broken, but you could tell it was hearted. It had been just parted out of the way. Now he gets his boy past that point and he makes it back down to the trailhead. There's another group of people coming up,
and he warned him and told him what was going on. So he was openly mocked by this older guy who said, I've been here for however many years, been coming up here, blah blah blah, telling him he was full of shit. Well, you know when things like this happen, which they happened, man, I've been getting emails like crazy It's aggravating because so quick to dismiss anything that happens and they call it a farser bullshit or
whatever. But damn fortunate to live in Alaska, that's for sure. Something I wanted to touch on is all these people that mock and scoff at people who have had these encounters inciting No if there wasn't such a stigma or oh that guy's a weirdo or crazy man or whatever, and it was just open, just think of all the knowledge we would gain from people coming forward with
whatever they've dealt with. I mean, man, I got relatives that I know have been through far worse scary shit than I have ever been through, and they just won't talk about it. They won't come forward, even if within a family that knows of their existence. Multiple accounts throughout history of encounters. Just I don't know why this particular topic makes people shut down like that. It's just mind boggling. You would dank they would be chopping at the
bit to tell somebody to share what the hell's going on. It just makes no sense to me. So to touch on Eric taking his son. When they got back to that parking area, he was still holding his firearm, and he was getting mocked for that too. When something like that happens and you get freaked out, you're not necessarily thinking the clearest. So if you got something in your hand, it's in your hand. That's all there is to it. You're not even consciously thinking about it, which with the firearm,
that does make it dangerous. However, the guy that was giving him grief wasn't there when that thing screamed, and then they heard it run down the trail and run past and go off the other way. It's a pretty kind of a benign encounter, but it just goes to show you never know. You know that Oldzheimer was telling him, you know, oh, I've been out here for a bajillion years. It ain't not never happened. Blah blah blah. He got these clowns that had never dealt with anything in their
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