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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 him new to window now and I don't see anything. I don't want to go outside this point you Kara, New York. Hello, hit the boddy out here? What went on out there? It's thought of a bit just about sixty nine. I don't know easy out there. Yeah, I'm walking right head. Oh Greeting's just fread in Alaska. Wanted to share with you guys today. Something conveyed to me from John o'quillock.
He's an Oopiac. He's from up north. He specified what tribe, but he's self proclaimed black sheep asked me not to Divulgingia that John is in his seventies. When he left further up north, he came down further south to the Bethel area for a brief little bit, then went to the Bristol Bay area. Where he was trapping was just on the outskirts of the wood Tick Chick State Park. It would be to the northwest side. He had trapped
there for about fifteen years, not a problem. Knew his environment like the back of his hand. This guy is about five foot nothing. He's a stout old dude. During his trapping fora he was primarily targeting Martin. There was a price for Martin, he said. It was about ten years in he started noticing in this one part of his run up in this valley he would see someone up there watching him. Only when it was sunny out, never when there was cloud cover, but only when it was sunny. He
would see it silhouetted up there, this guy. He assumed it was a big guy in fur. He would try to speak to him, try to get his attention, and just figured it's just a recluse trapper. I'll leave him alone. He isn't bothering me, No big deal. Live and let live. You know, when he was out checking his traps. Now you have to imagine he's in a valley much bigger than this little one behind me here and down much larger, and it had the flats in between the two
tree lines. So there is basically tundra, a marshy tundra muskeg. He had had his Bryan staggered to each side of the woodline or you know, across this valley and it was approximately half mile wide. Now, as he would go through, he did it all on snowshoe. He didn't have a dog sled team or snow machine. Hardcore man dedicated because to go ten miles in the snow, work your trap line and then hike that back, you
know. And understand he had a spike camp, but a little cabin at the end of his run, so he could overnight and then go back the next day, wait a couple of days, and then go back through. So this one particular day he had gone through and he knows he was skunked, but all his traps were set off and he was like, man, that don't make no sense. This is a highly productive area. His traps
were sprung and they were just hanging from the set. So he's in his little spike cabin, which is just a little nothing of a mound of moss covered logs and whatnot, just basically keep warm overnight, nothing special, no windows, just basically a hole covered moss and sticks like a den. Basically just big enough for him to sleep in. He didn't require much, like I said, hardcore. So the following morning he was up extra early wintertime up here, it stays fairly dark, ain't a good while of the day,
but he knows the area, He's well versed in it. He'd done that walking in dark many times. So he set on out back. As he came through the day before, he had reset his traps, was using some beaver meat. So as he was going back through, he decided he was going to stop and check a couple of his traps, just to make sure they were still set, not messed with, you know, this kind
of thing. So as he's going back forth, like I said, he had sets on both sides of the valley, so he was literally leap frogging across the valley, back across, checking his shit out, dedicated, determined, you know, he's going to do his thing. So he gets to the third set, and he noticed it's set off and it's dangling, and
he's pissed off. But there's some fur in the trap, so he's like, oh, okay, I had one and it must have barely got it okay, So he left that alone, reset it real quick, continued on his way. Now, his main cabin isn't very big at this time. It was literally, he said, eight foot by ten foot sleeping area, little stove. Basically that was it. No windows, good sturdy door, well built, but not big. So as he was within oh what he
say, it was within a quarter mile of his cabin. Still dark out, dark Alaska dark that time of year, it felt like he was being followed. So he looked back and he noticed in the tree line of dark figure tucked back, and he recognized the silhouette from what he would see up on the ridge whenever it was sunny. And he figured, okay, I got some weirdo kin kind of eyeballing me. Maybe he's raiding my furs and hopes of scaring me and running me off. So I'll teach him a lesson.
I'll stalk him. So he gets to his cabin, he grabs his rifle. He carried to twenty two just to dispatch a live Martin or something like that. It was wintertime, so there was no bears out. They're all hibernating, so he wasn't concerned with that. He never had problem with wolves, so he'd never packed a gun for wolves. So he got his main hunting rifle at thirty out six, which has always been tried and true
in the woods around here outside of a few occasions. So he grabs his rifle, grabs ammo, and goes, you know, I'm gonna go show this guy, teach him a lesson, maybe kick his ass, teach him to mess with people's livelihoods. So he heads out. As he goes back to the last place he saw him, he cuts off trail a distance from where he saw it so he could backtrack behind and flank basically the area and see where this guy is watching from now. As soon as he got off
of his trail, his well packed trail. He'd been doing this every other day for years in the wintertime. He got off his trail and noticed there was a parallel trail about fifty yards into the trees from his trail. In the dark. It was still dark out. He couldn't make out. It looked like snowshoe tracks packed trail. So he was going along following this trail. On this trail he's following, which was not his. He noticed from
the trail there was little offshoots that would go down to a trap. This person had parallel tracks a trail and trails down to the traps, so he assumed it had been watching and following for quite some time. With how well packed this trail is, because you pack a trail in Alaska and the snow the first time through is going to be soft, second time through is going to be pretty soft. Then it has to freeze and you get a hard
packed trail after a while. Well, this trail was hard packed, and it had snowed a little bit the night before, so he would have easily been able to tell if it was a fresh trail. He continues on, and it's really sparked his curiosity why this person had so much interest in him. It wasn't too salty to get freaked out by it. He wanted to fight, be honest with you his words. Note, He goes, I wanted to fight the sum bitch. So he goes along. John's staring at
the ground because it's getting lighter. He's noticing toe marks in these snowshoe tracks, and immediately he stopped once he notices the toes, and so he gets a little closer look, and he is feeling the contours of the track. And as he's doing that, he hears some weird noise across the little valley
on the opposite side. So he sits there listening and it sounded like someone speaking Yupik, So he yells out in Yupik chamai, which is hello, commences us to try to conversate with whoever was across the way, telling him, hey, you know, we need to talk. I need to know what you're doing here. So he decides he's going to break from that trail and go across and confront this person and get to the bottom of it. Now, he's still got these toes that he's plotting in the back of his
mind. Wasn't scared off, was aware of the hairy man, but wasn't putting the two together because he had never personally saw one. Dismissed it. He got across the valley. Since he was on that side, he decided to check a couple of his sets. He got over there and sure enough they were sprung. No beaver meat in the trap, nothing in the set. Found a similar trail leading up that he followed and it was almost identical to the one across the valley about fifty yards back, and it paralleled his
tracks. So, being unnerved by this, which I would be too, he decided he wanted to just go back to his cabin. He felt he needed to get his mind right on what was going on because none of it was adding up to him. So as he gets back to his cabin, he noticed on the back side of his cabin as he's walking up what looked like fresh snowsuit tracks. So he decides, well, damn it, this guy is stalking me. Now he's got it out for me, is what
he was feeling in his mind. So he hikes back up to where he's seen the tracks right there in the snow fresh toes, and he realized what he was dealing with is the Harryman. But what bothered him is it was three different sized tracks, none of them small, but each one distinct. One only had four toes like it was missing the toe, very unique features that he was able to discern three sets. So now he's really kind of
freaked out because he's out in the middle of nowhere. He won't be getting picked up until the spring by another trapping buddy who flies in and traps and whatnot, and he was a good week and a half from a resupply. So he figured, Okay, I'm going to have to take measures to protect myself. He basically gave up his trapping season, which is a very, very hard thing to do, but he realized there was something more than just
money going on. So as he commenced this to get his mind wrapped around, you know, his trapping season being done for that year, he kind of sits in his cabin. He had a candlelight. He was contemplating all the hairy man stories he heard. He doesn't ever remember here and a good one. You know. He grew more and more concerned as he was hearing this U pick like gibberish. It wasn't you pick though, pick like I've discussed it before. There's a lot of youth pick kind of annunciations and whatnot
in the language. He's just dumbfounded. He doesn't know exactly what he wants to do about the whole situation. In his mind, he's well protected, he's got his firearm, he's got plenty of grub. He could technically, outside of needing to go get some water from the frozen over creek that he had a little chopped out hole that he would just reopen when he needed fresh water to boil up and use. Outside of that, he could technically stay in his cabin. So since he had about five days worth of water in
there, that's what he opted to do. Now there's there's no windows in this cabin. Five days, he just sat there reading Louis Lamore books, just kind of sitting to himself, contemplating. You know. Meanwhile, every night he would hear noises get closer and closer to his cabin. He didn't like that. On the fourth night, these things were literally around his cabin, pushing on it, checking it for weaknesses, is what he assumed. Now. He was not the timid type. He's still not. You know,
he's in his seventies. He's salty as hell. So he decides, you know what, I've had it. As soon as I hear them near again, I'm going out and I'm gonna shoot one of these things and put an end to this. Fifth morning, when he was going outside, he heard a grunt from above him, so one of these things was on top of his cabin. He steps out, looks back, and it jumps off the back and runs off into the trees. So he gets around to a
vantage point and fires a shot into the trees. He wasn't aiming to hit it, he just wanted to make some noise in that direction and drive it off. As he shoots, assessing what to do, he hears two more sets of running away sounds from different directions, so he's contemplating, well, shit, they were near and I only seen the one. So he sits there for a while outside his cabin, trying to figure out should I go in, Should I follow this thing and kill one of them and show him
that I'm serious? And he thought better of it. So he's going back into his cabin, and he stops just before he goes to open the door because he notices something very out of place just at the tree line, which was approximately thirty yards away, and it dawned on him how many times he had seen something similar over the years that he just dismissed as just an anomaly
in the trees. But it was a hairy man. It blended in almost seamlessly, except in that particular light, it had a different tinge to the hair, and that's what gave it away. That's what he was able to zone in on. So he said, okay, I recognize what this is. So he puts a beat on it shoots the damn thing. Boom, the scream happens, a whole bunch of thrashing off into the trees. He immediately be lines right behind it as fast as he could, Like I said,
he's five put nothing. He can only move so fast in the snow. But he was determined. He wanted to kill one and skin it and hang the skin on top of his cabin. That was his plant. So he goes after it, and as he's just getting to that tree line, he hears movement back behind from the direction he shot at the one that ran behind his cabin. So they're paralleling him catching up on his right hand side
at the tree line. Now, as he stops just short of the tree line, he's looking for blood sign and he saw a little bit, so he's like, okay, you know they can die. He's checking the blood sign and he hears the movement coming on his right hand side to the trees, and just as the noise he hears thrashing from the one he shot off in the distance going up the ridge stopped making noise. He heard the other one's kind of I guess catch up from the sounds of it. So he's
contemplating following. He figures it bleeds, it'll die, and he was thinking, I'll kill all three of these things. Just as he starts to follow a barrage, a shit is being thrown through the trees, knocking off trees and nearly hitting him. These things were chucking. He thought they were rocks, but they were landing in the snow and he couldn't really tell for sure, but it was heavy, so he assumed rocks. He turns around heads back to his cabin for safety because he can't see them, they can see
him, and they're pretty damn accurate with their rocks. He felt they were trying to get him to move away, so he took the hint and retreated to his cabin. Now this is in the morning. He literally sat there for two more days and nights with these things, every once in a while, pelting the little cabin with rocks and all sorts of stick and tree Debristhe he says, about a week into the hole, staying in the cabin day and night. It was about a week into that when he heard his resupply
coming. When he hears his buddy's plane in the distance, he doesn't immediately run outside. He does some testing. He took some fur pelts, wrapped them in a bundle of kindling to make a little wad of a fur pelt kindling batch and opens the door and flings it out into the snow, just as a distraction to see if anything went after it, or do anything at it or whatever. And sure enough, as soon as it impacted the snow through it, he heard movement on the roof. So he shoots through.
I mean it's just wood and moss. So he spam, you know, shoots through. Here's scurrying, a bunch of running around. Goes outside and is determined. Now he's pissed. He's really pissed, and he commences to looking for a target. Sees nothing. Everything stops for the next two three days, dead silence, No more rock throwing at his cab and none of that shit. Just dead quiet every day. It stayed that way up until his friend came landed in the little valley on the little, you know,
packed air strip they have. As he goes out to get his resupply, he tells his friend, Hey, I think I'm gonna call it a trip. His friend was like, oh, you got that many furs, And he was like, no, I got enough. I got enough. Let's just we'll just call it good. If you help me load up my stuff, I'll go out with you. Early pilot friend and fellow trapper was like, okay, didn't question him. He's a grown boy. He knows what he wants to do. They get back over to the cabin and his buddy's
helping him with stuff. He sees the track. He sees one of the tracks that was actually very fresh because it was over John's tracks when he walked out to meet him. So they literally had tracks over his tracks for that he had just made. So it was real nearby. And when his trapping buddies saw that, he goes, get your shit, hurry, hurry, and John's like, whoa, what a he's talking? He's look at this
track, man, We got to get out of here. His trapper buddy was far more concerned than John. John wanted to fight and all that, you know, but he you know, went along with his friend and was like, oh yeah, okay, let's go. They gather up his shit, they get the hell out of there. He never trapped in that area
again. He did other places with no problem, but he trapped there for a long time without a single incident, which just goes to say, you know, there's a lot of people that'll say, oh, I've been out in the woods for twenty plus years, never had an issue. Well, yeah, chances are you won't. But when you do, appreciate you guys being here. More to come till the next one. Today, I wanted to share with you an incident that happened approximately two weeks ago at the Granite
Creek campground. Jesse was down there kind of checking it out, seeing how buggy was going to be. He has a couple younger kids and he wanted to be prepared for the camping season. Sometimes it varies when it's dry like it's been, the mosquitoes are down and sometimes not. He was just basically checking it out, checking Frenny bear sign as he was going from site to site to kind of gauge where he wanted to go. There was only one camper that he could tell or maybe it was a site host. He didn't
stop and ask. As he got to the backside. There's these little loop arounds. He stopped at a spot and was going to check out this particular campsite. He had been there before, but they never stayed at that particular site anyone who's been up here before. They're kind of space apart from each other depending on the area. He walks back and he's just kind of looking around. Just off the back side of the campsite, thick trees goes up
into the mountains up into Turnigan Pass. If you follow Turnigan Arm, the waterway that cuts back, it's southernmost point that that's the area. So he's back in there and he's just kind of looking around. So he sits down, just kind of feeling out the area. As Jesse's thinking to himself, Yeah, this would be the spot. He starts hearing movement behind him. On the back side of him is the thick trees that go up into the to the mountains. He's like probably a bear and he was. He stands
up and turns around and looks and approximately asks. Seventy feet away, he sees this dark movement and the way it's moving is out of sight just a little bit to where he couldn't get a full picture of what he was seeing. And he didn't like that, like, what is this because it wasn't down on all fours, it wasn't a low moving mass. This was upright and kind of moving away from him. Now, as he's kind of sitting there, assessing it must be the chaperone or the park host or whoever the
camp hosts hiking through. So he thought, none of it. I'm gonna go talk to him, say hi, how's it been any beare sightings whatever? And as he kicks along, he starts following, just to go check it out, see, you know, find out what's what. He can never really catch up, so he starts speaking up, Hey, hey, you know, I'm Jesse so and so I'm just curious about the condition of the camp this year, you know. No response, but the figure stopped
moving and went behind some breash. So he goes, I wonder if he's taking the leak. You know, maybe I'm not talking loud enough. So he keeps moving slowly, but continue trying to get this person's attention. Well as he gets closer, he notices when he gets closer to the brush that he's seen it go behind. This thing was much larger than the brush, but at the distance he couldn't gauge the size initially, so when he got closer to that bush, he realized the bushes were taller than him, so
this thing had to be much taller than that. Immediately he realized, oh shit, it's time to go. So he backs up, keeping an eye on this bush where he last seen it because when he saw it behind there, he had taken a few steps and taking his eyes off it because he didn't want a person to feel like he was watching him. So he's backstepping now to get out of that particular area because he feels real uneasy. As he's doing such, he hears movement behind him, so he turns and looks.
He sees the same large figure kind of quartering away from him, going back in the direction where he had his truck parked. So immediately he says he didn't want to be there, but he has to go to the same direction as this big figure was moving. He has his gun drawn at this time, and as he's getting closer, he notices he loses sight of this big figure, which he feels is it should be impossible because the trees are
fairly dense, but they're not big trees. So he figured that big of a mass, he should be able to point out figure it, you know, Oh it's right there, nothing there. He makes it back over his truck and he has a cigarette and he's trying to calm down, like figure out what's going on. He wasn't thinking bigfoot or sasquatching all that shit. I mean, who would if you're not supposed to. He would be thinking that, you'd be more worried about bears. As he's smoking his cigarette,
he's sitting on the bed of his truck. He dropped the tailgate. He's smoking. There's a little pink sounds bouncing in the bed of his truck. Something throwing little pieces of the little pete gravel at him in his truck. Not directly at but in his truck. So he's like, what the hell? You know, he felt creeped out, but he didn't feel anything ominous. So he stands up and starts looking around. I'm not seeing anything. So he says, man, who's doing the rocks? Quit doing the rocks
at my truck. It's a brand new truck. He doesn't want paint scratched, it's rhino lined, but it's his truck. He's getting upset, thinking someone's playing a game. He holsters his weapon because he had been holding it the whole time. Once he was coming out of the trees, colsters it and figures he's just gonna have to put a whooping on somebody. So he goes back into the little camp area because that seemed to be the direction the
little rocks were coming. And as he's just getting back around the fire pit, it roar like screamed. He said it started really low to where he felt it in his clothing, and it was so high pitched he had to literally almost go fetal position. He said it felt like it was right on top of him. But once the scream stopped, he was kind of in a crouch position, just kind of cup in his ears. When his screaming stopped, he immediately stood up, drew his weapon again. About twenty feet
away inside the trees, he saw the figure. It squatted down and made direct eye contact with them. He watched it take one of these pieces of pete gravel and throw it right at him, and he watched the piece of gravel come hit him directly center of the chest. He said that freaked him out. He was in shock of what he was looking at. He was holding a gun and this thing, just like chuck, this little pebble hit him dead center. He took it as it was a sign from it letting
him know that already got youa go away. So he heated the warning. He backs up, almost fell over the fire pit when he was trying to get out of there. He didn't want to take eyes off it though. He still has his firearm and he raises it up, and as soon as he raises it up, just to kind of let it know, hey, stay back, the thing screams again in a slower, more deliberate kind of bellowing kind of thing, with the bark at the end. He said, what threw him off the most was that bark. It was so piercing.
Just the intensity of it felt like it was in his head, and he said it was disorienting. He didn't know why, but he said he felt a little woozy. He felt not like he was going to pass out, but like he couldn't completely focus without any prompting. He ran God in this truck and he took off. These things happen but just think of how many
people won't come forward, are scared to and they deal with it. So you know, if the the loved ones that don't know, all of a sudden, this outdoor loving guy, he won't even contemplate going to a city park to do a little camping. It's horrible, especially for guys that are lifelong love hunting, love, fishing, love being out in the woods. Just a horrible thing. Stay tuned for more sasquatch out to see. We'll be right back after the ease messages. I'm in an area a lot of
reported sightings and encounters. This is a very creepy area ever since me, a squatch bait, got here. He's out there on the lake right now, a little bit nervous. We're checking out some breaks across the way. As we were heading on down the way, we saw this young eagle, so we puttered back around. As we're getting footage of the eagle. As soon as I shut off the camera and put it away, we were coming
over this direction. Everything went quiet for a little bit. I heard a bird a few minutes ago, but the air is kind of still right now. This whole place. Once you get down here, it is just denser than dense. Some of the stuff just unreal. I'm intentionally making noise just so you know, I want to be heard by any black or brown bearr I'm not far from a couple remote salmon fishing twice. Is something strange about it. The reason I'm out here is James and Deborah. We're doing this
backpacking trip. They had some hammock tints, so James and Deborah we're doing exactly what I'm doing now, and they were screamed at from approximately they guestimated about one hundred feet away, but they couldn't see it. Do you think something one hundred feet away you're going to be able to see if it's not wanting to be seen. This whole area is scott weird things going on. I'm literally in the area of what happened. So they hear the scream about
one hundred feet out as they're walking along, and the scream happens. No sooner than they turn to look in that direction, they heard movement, so they're immediately had an opposite direction. Now you guys have been watching me film as I walked through this stuff. Imagine doing that adrenalized heart bumping mind clicking. They had it's embar spray with them, but that wasn't gonna help them. They were running approximately close to a it's not this particular lake, it's
one very nearby. This is not the exact location, but it's in the same chain of lakes. So they take off running and they know within a couple of miles there's the Nancy Lake Recreational Area, right, so they knew they kept going east, they would come to the state recreation area and find a road. So that's what they were doing. The whole time. They're making a break for it. They have multiple, multiple miles to go. They're adrenalized at the moment, but it's remote Alaska. The whole time they're
running for their lives. They are being paralleled, sometimes past, sometimes trailed, and cut back and forth. They're going through this dust, something that big moving. They heard each bipedal stepping boom, boom boom the whole time they are frazzled. This was approximately a year ago, about the same time of year, so we're literally looking at the exact same conditions they dealt with.
They're literally running with this thing paralleling them. They had almost ten miles land of the midnight sun it got a little darker than what it is now, but not much. So they literally would run, tire themselves out, scream and yell, bolster themselves up holding that bear spray. They were so terrified they couldn't tell because it sounded like it was all around them that quick,
short oulhoot, so they couldn't really pinpoint the direction. They literally run for six and a half seven hours, falling, running out of breath, freaking out. Meanwhile, the whole time they hear this thing back in areas like I'm standing now, breaking and thrashing shit. So with this thing paralleling on, it never came within range for them to see. For the longest time. It was approximately nine point thirty ten o'clock at night here when this
shit started. So imagine just out of sight somewhere around you, this thing heaving, throwing an ever loving shit. It doesn't instill friendship, It doesn't
instill I don't want to harm you, at least not to me. So as they're running, they recognize they're near a portage trail from one of the canoe areas they were for the east of where I am now, and I recognize the portage trail they get to it, and as they're running down it towards where a parking area is, there happened to be someone pulling in with some canoes. They're waving them down. As the people stopped to render aid
because they were obviously freaked out, they flagged the person down. The person stops and is like, what's going on. As the person is asking what's going on, there was a bunch of thrashing by the trees and a scream. Now this thing had been could have easily caught them. This thing very easily could have ended them both. No problem. It was toying with them. It was getting ahead of them and getting behind them. There's something wrong
with that, in my opinion, something real wrong with that person. Lets them jump in here's the screaming themselves. Gives them a ride back to the road. Drop them off near the fireworks stands, but ways away from here, but on the main parks highway. Drop them off at Gorilla fireworks. They don't know the person. They basically spilled their guts to this person. The person really had nothing to say, was just in shock because of the
obvious trauma. You no people could say. James and Deborah were full of it, or they're just making it up or something like that. Unless you've been out this deep in the woods, then I wouldn't say much. That's what happened with James and Debrah. I'm going on to the next area. I want to share with you an incident that happened outside of Seward, Alaska,
approximately a little less than a week ago. The encounter happened two days before I was down there filming, so last Wednesday is when this occurred. A lady named Melissa and her young son at twelve years old, not super young. They had them their dog with some kind of little ankle bitter this some kind of mix. They got to the trail, heead all the snow had just recently moved out from the area, there were still patches of it in the woods and whatnot. They get onto the hike. She has bear
spray. She has a small side arm in her fanny pack. She tried not to flash in front of her son. She didn't promote guns, but she knew having something was better than nothing, and she was more worried about other two legged predators around, not a hairy man. So they started on their journey and they're having a good time. They kept their dog on a lead, one of those retractable ones. As they were about an hour into it, they heard some strange noises. There was a lot of jumbled chatter.
She called it sounded like some kind of obscure language. She really couldn't explain it. She just said it was weird and strange. They were cruising along this gibbers kind of sound started off to their left hand side. As they were discussing how weird it sounded. They were kind of giggling a little bit because it sounded like someone with mental issues making a bunch of gibberish. And she got concerned when she started hearing trees breaking. She was telling her
son to stay nearby. She actually opted out of the trip at that point and said, we need to head back. They turned around and they're heading back towards where they parked. And they were an hour into this hike, so they were, you know, probably a little over a mile. The terrain is mountainous. It's up near Moose Pass down on Kenai Peninsula, just outside of Seward. As they were on their way back, she was severely
concerned about the gibberish sound. As it got louder she had her son pick up the dog, carry the dog and stay right in front of her. She ends uped her fanny pack and kept her hand on her a small caliber handgun. As they were about a half mile from the trailhead where they had parked, the noise came from their left really fast through the trees, almost like it was about to cut them off. She immediately put her son behind
her, told him to be quiet, and they stood still. Now, as they were standing still, they could hear pacing in the brush just in front of them, off to the left hand side of the trail, and they could see trees moving every periodically with the sounds of the crunching of the ground and some snapping of twigs. She got very concerned, so they backed up the trail of a little ways from the sound that was in front of them. Her and her son retreated behind a little outcropping of rocks and some
brush to hide. They didn't know what the hell was going on. As she was consoling her son because he was obviously nervous seeing Mom really freaking out, one of the things that kept going through her mind was because Harryman wasn't on their radar whatsoever. She thought maybe it could be a serial killer. She didn't know in the middle of the woods. It's Alaska, it could be a bear, could be anything. She still was not thinking sasquatch,
bigfoot, harryman, whatever, wasn't even a thought. So as they're sitting behind there, and now I'm making a sound, just little whispers now and then there was absolutely no sign of any movement anymore, no sound in the woods, when moments before there was a bunch of birds chirping and everything else, and went dead quiet. Getting concerned, she stood up and looked down the trail behind her. She hears a huff. She turns around, half
expecting to see a bear because it sounded like a bear huff. When she turned around, she saw a figure about little over five foot tall, covered in hair orang just brown hair, big eyes. She said. It looked like a very young whatever it was, which I'm assuming a juvenile, just over five foot. She said. It was thick, but not overly sized, like a weightlifter. The hair seemed kind of dingy and matted, kind of mangy looking. She was in shock. Her son immediately let out a
scream, crying. The hairyman juvenile imitated his scream and cry to a tee literally fifteen feet away from them. So every noise her son made, this thing made a noise that mimicked him. She couldn't deal with it. Without even realizing that, she already had her gun drawn and started screaming at it. You leave, you leave. It turned and it scuttled off into the trees. They turn around, she says, get on the trail, get moving. Her son is freaking out. He gets on the trail and they're
going back because now they weren't even thinking about the noise. They just scurried from the hide behind that rock and brush. They were getting away from the thing imitating her son. She was nonetheless freaked out. Her son was barely holding it together, trembling, crying, could barely walk because he was just scared, I mean genuinely scared. She still had her pistol in the hand. She kept her left hand on her son's shoulder so she could push him
down if she needed to fire over him. She was constantly worried about his safety. As they came up to the spot where there was noise, they heard another noise. They look over. It was a larger one standing there, looked obviously female. She said. The chest was sparsely haired. You could see the memory glands very clearly that it was a female. Very slow brow, deep set eyes, wide broad nose, was kind of like tan color in the face, pitch black eyes. It was showing its teeth and
wasn't showing its teeth in a friendly smile. It was an aggressive display. According to her, who am I to judge? I wasn't there as she's doing this, staring at this thing. Her son just kind of squatted down on the ground and was crying holding the dog. She shoots once in the air. Nothing thing didn't flinch, twitch or nothing, just let out a little bit of a sigh. After the gunshot, report one off and echoed through the area. Right after the gunshot, they hear scurrying coming from behind.
She turns and looks in a little one just ran right by him within feet. She almost shot it. She was in shot because when she turned she was pointing the pistol, and it literally ran by her and her son within three feet and ran over to the other figure. Now, she said, when it got to its mother, she's assuming it climbed around and was up behind her on her shoulder. Kind of like a piggyback, but resting a little higher above the mother. She immediately started pushing her son down the
trail because they were still on it. She wanted movement, she wanted a distance. Now they still had to make it to the car. As she's consoling her son, it's okay, they were just separated. We got between them. Let's just go, just walk towards the car. I'll keep an eye on them, because her son was terrified, eyes locked on these things, was just shaking like a leafs, so much so that he had a
hard time standing up. They get down the trail a little ways. As they are just about to come into view of the car, they hear another huff. When they turn around, they see three figures looked nothing like the first two they saw, So now that's five that she reported as witnessing. The three they saw when they turn around were much larger, she said, obviously male. One was bigger than the other two. The two smaller of
the three large ones were approximately the same size. They had very similar features as the one she reported as a mom, just larger, more robust jaw, bigger, broader nose, but instead of a tannish kind of face, like a tanned leather kind of face. It was more ash Gray said. They look greasy looking. Sparse hair around the face reminded her of like Planet of the Apes, but different. Only a thing related to Planet of the Apes was the hair style around the face, kind of chimpanzee like, I
guess you would call it. She was on the verge of losing it. She thought it was after her son they skid out to the car. They made it to the She gets her son in there and she comes back around to jump in the driver's seat. As she does, the juvenile one runs across just outside of the tree line in front of her. She thought it was weird because it wasn't looking at her, it was looking back behind her. On the opposite side of the parking area was another one of these things.
She assumed it was the bigger of the one she just saw a moment ago, just up the trail. She jumps in the car, starts it up, backs up, and as they backed up to turn around to do a little three point turnaround, there's a couple other cars in that lot at the time, so there's other people on that trail. So as she does her little three point turning. She was getting ready to scoot out of there in her little Subaru. The whole ass end of her car shifted almost spun
her out. She gained control and gunned it back onto the highway. Now as she looked in the rearview mirror, she saw the big one on all fours stand up in her mirror, just as she banked to the left to get the hell out of Dodge. That was the third time they ever went hiking together. She will not go hiking again. Her son hasn't been the same since. She's been looking to get him some counseling and stuff. Being a good mom. She has no clue where to start and how to even
approach it with the therapist without potentially losing her son. Thinking she's a whack of do It's unfortunate that decent people that are doing the right thing, looking out for their kids or whatever, you're gonna have something like this happen and not have support for it, no support whatsoever outside of mockery and dismissal. God forbid any of those people ever have to deal with some shit like that.
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