SO EP:492 Bigfoot Stole My Moose!

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Joseph back when he was in his early twenties. He's roughly my age. It was back in the nineties, pre two thousand, well, part of this cabin when they were finished building it. From what Joseph was telling me, they were having a hard time getting someone dependable to run the skiff with supplies up when they would need something. Inadvertently, he ended up there alone at some point. Now, when he ended up there alone, he knew he was going to overnight by himself. He had gun for bear and

all that stuff was not concerned at all. This place did not have windows yet. As the evening progressed, he got done cooking on a cook stove. He cashed all the food in a safe place to where the bears wouldn't be attracted to come inside the cabin and what have you. As he explained it to me, he did everything right as far as bear aware and everything made sure that what he had in the cabin wouldn't attract any bears. As the night went on, he started hearing

a weird howl. It sounded like an imitation wolf howl, way off in the distance. He said, it sounded like it was miles and miles away, but it was just real loud. It was concerning to him because he was there alone, and he was worried about wolves. Fair enough, you know, you hear a wolf howling, it's gonna get your attention regardless. So he sits out on the little steps in front of this cabin that they're working on. He's got his rifle with them. He's not really concerned.

He's enjoying a cigarette just as it's getting into dusk. This is roughly this time of year that this happened early fall. So he's sitting there and he's enjoying the cigarette and he starts hearing that howling again, but this time it's will nearby. He said he would have guessed less than two hundred yards away. Now, where this particular cabin sits is on the west side of the Nishigak River. It backs up to trees and the river bank roughly about forty feet from the front of this cabin. It's

a little bit of a cut bank. He has to go down a little further to shore up the skip or whatnot. When they go there, as he's contemplating what he's gonna do, he gets nervous. He feels like he's being watched, and he'd hear something moving. But it's getting dusk, man, and this time of year, when it starts getting dark, you ain't seeing squat out in the trees like this. Even with the bright light, things can easily evade you. He tucks back inside, and since there's no windows, he figured,

I'll smoke cigarette out one of these open windows. It's well vented. He didn't want to disrespect who he was helping build a cabin and whatnot. He sits there and As time goes on, he notices that it got dead quiet. There's no more howling, there's no more nothing. He said, it sounded like he was in a big glass dome

of just quiet, and it's like everything was muffled. And then he hears the howling again, but this time it sounded like it was directly off the back side of the cabin where there was no windows, any openings or whatever. Instantly he was on point. He had the rifle out the window. He was looking around real quick for his flashlight, got the flashlight, He's got the rifle. He's looking around, sees nothing. It goes dead quiet. Now he backs up, gets into a corner where he can see all three windows.

They're well above what a wolf could jump in because they're about four or five feet off the ground. So as he's sitting there and he's contemplating, he's nervous, so he's smoking a cigarette and he ends up lighting up the it a Coleman lantern. He ends up lighting that and then hangs it up on a hook and is sitting there. He's contemplating, with the wolves come in or whatever. I'll shoot a wolf. Screw that. I'm not gonna be

food to anything. So as Joseph sitting there, he's got this little palette on the floor with a duffel bag and a sleeping bag and stuff, and he's just overwhelmingly nervous, but he can't pinpoint why he's feeling so nervous. So he's sitting there and he knows that the wolves are too short for him to just easily from his vantage point and tucked in the back corner place to look

out the windows, it is just physically impossible. So periodically he would take his flashlight and his rifle and he would look out and check every opening because he didn't want to be wolf food. Basically, he'd done that a few times and it's gotten down in the pitch black. Now, this lantern was identical to the type of white gas. You pump it up and it just horrible hissing sound.

I hate those things. I can't stand them. But he was relating he had to do the same thing and pumping it up, and when he was pumping it, he said it was dying down, so he knew he had to pump it pretty quick, so he got up. He stood up and he's pumping away. And as he's pumping it's getting lighter and lighter, and so he tightens back down the screw and he turns and he catches a glimmer of eyeshine out of the corner of his eye from the window about five feet off to his right.

The eye shine, however, was up at the upper corner of that window, so that would have to be approximately, according to his guest mitt ten to twelve feet off the ground for this eye shine for him to have noticed it immediately. He dropped to the ground, grabbed his rifle and felt overwhelmingly. He said, it wasn't scared, He said it felt like imminent demise of some kind. He couldn't pinpoint where the feeling was coming from. So he's hyper hyper vigilant. He's down on the ground, he's shaken

a little bit. He just saw this eye shine. He heard some kind of movement. He felt the place jostle a little bit from something big and heavy bump in it. So he was thinking, crap, that could be a big bear. And it was standing up to look into the window. It saw me, and now it's leaving. So he painted that picture in his mind that the bear, what he assumed was a bear, looked in caught the eye shine dropped down bumped the cabin as it was leaving. That's

what he was telling himself. So he's sitting there in the quiet, really not liking where he's at. At this point, he was chain smoking and running low on cigarettes just from stress. He was lighting one with the other, and he kept getting the sense of being watched. From his vantage point, he can easily see these openings, the windows without the windows in place, just the rough openings, but he can't look at all of them at the same time.

So if his attention is verted to the right, he can't fully see the one off to the left, but he could still see the one in front of him, a little smaller one next to the door. As he's, you know, just juggling back and forth with which way do I look? Which way do I look? His attentions cast towards this one on the right hand side, and he keeps leaning up, pushing up, looking over the seil to see if you know, anything's looking in or whatever.

And as he was sitting back down, he catches a glimmer out of his left eye from the window off to his left, and he looks and he sees two eyes looking back at him, just above the windowsill, and he said it was pitch black, real big thick brow ridge. The eyes were like I've explained before, like translucent black marbles and eyeshine, just the pinpoint eye shine coming off of them. Immediately once he makes eye contact, it drops below the window and hears shuffling going to the backside

of the cabin. Immediately he knew it wasn't a bear. It had no snout. It was right up against the window stills, so he saw basically from here up. He said it was mostly gray with the black eyes and the black hair. That's the best description he had of it, because that's all he saw. Now. Immediately he jumps up and he's got the rifle pointed at that window, yelling, hey, it ain't funny. You're gonna get shot. You don't mess with people out in the woods. We have guns. You're

gonna get shot. There's not a sound. So he's walking over to the window that's off to his left, keeping his firearm like that at the ready. He hears movement behind him, directly behind him out the other window where he originally saw the eyeshine, so he turns expecting to really not see anything, but he sees a big black body. He couldn't make it out, it was too dark, but he saw a hair covered body of something move in front of that window that took up almost a whole window.

And this was a approximately four foot by five foot opening along those lines. So immediately he felt his heart pounding in his chest, just like holy shit, you know. So he goes and sits down in the middle of the room, and he's very emotional. At this point. He said that he wasn't a religious guy. He never actually prayed or anything, so he was doing little rudimentary prayers, God protect me, God, please get me out of this, and things of this nature. As he was saying these prayers,

he said, he felt a little sense of relief. But as he stopped the prayers he was saying, felt a calming peace come over him. He said, all of a sudden, there is this this boomb boom, sounded like something was trying to break the whole cabin in on him. Now, the log cabins are a very sturdy structure. It was shaking, like bombs going off nearby, just shaking everything, and it was just pounding on the wall. Immediately, he's back to praying. As he starts praying, he remembers, maybe I should pray

to Jesus. Right. He stands up and he starts looking out the windows, and he starts crying out for Jesus to help him. As he's doing so, he said he could feel darkness around him. Now these are his words. I'm just sharing what Joseph said. He said he felt the darkness around him, and he stopped crying out for Jesus, and he pops some shots out the windows. Boom, like going in a circle, firing off a couple shots out

the windows. It was hyper paranoid. He was yelling and cussing, you know, you keep messing with me, You're going to get shot. Just all of that stuff. And he's reloading. He doesn't have a whole lot of ammal, and so as he's emotionally working through this mini breakdown, he was

having an emotional breakdown in those moments. He ended up back on his knees in the center of this floor with the window he originally saw the eyes shine out higher up off to his left hand side now and the other window off to his right, and there was a small window behind him. The lamps in front of him where his cubby was right over here, off to his left in the corner, so basically his perspectives different.

He's looking this direction because the banging came from that side and he wanted to have clear lines of fire. He's back on his knees, contemplating what the hell am I going to do? He leans forward, he's getting back into prayer, and all of a sudden he's hit with something in the back. It was a small rock. It got his attention. He turned around and saw darkness move from that small window. Now he's feeling toyed with, so he gets back up, goes over by the lamp, brings

the lamp down and shuts it off. Now he still has this flashlight, but he shut off the lamp. He felt that he was a bright beacon in darkness. He wanted to be in the darkness, maybe have the flashlight ready and catch something out the windows. But as he's doing that, he's literally shaking. He said he wasn't sure if he got all sweaty or if he wet himself. He didn't know for sure. He assumes he wet himself

from the fear. As he was sitting there now with his back against the wall with the lamp above him that he had shut off. He can't see anything. It's dark, so his eyes are acclimating to the darkness as the light dims down. He's acclimating. He can hear movement out both sides of the window, but it's not right up on the window. It's at a little bit of a distance way that he's hearing these noises as he's progressing with his breakdown. Basically, he was mentally, he was really shook,

shaking hard. He just didn't know what to do with himself. He could hear, he guestimated probably twenty feet out the window. Off to his right hand side, he could hear mimicking of his sobbing from a few minutes earlier. Something was mimicking him, and he said it sounded like himself, but it was mimicking his sobbing when he was down on his knees when he was just getting back into prayer.

So he immediately heard that and he got upsett, so upset that he immediately stood up and fired at what out the window, he assumed, but he ended up shooting the window seal because he couldn't see. It was so dark. He couldn't have acclimated his sight boom, so what kind of splin us from the window seal? And he hears a screaming off in the distance. That was he said it was a mix of the imitation wolf howl and

a woman being murdered. And he said that was further off to the right outside of the window where that scream came from. When he shot, that scream happened behind him in the window that would have been off to his left. He heard like a scampering kind of noise, like something was messing around within the window seal. So he turned around. Of course, he couldn't see anything. He

turned on his flashlight, saw nothing. He backs up to the wall, sits back down and continues to pray, but this time when he's praying to Jesus directly to help him. He said no. Sooner than he said, the Lord forgive me goes through his prayer. Whatever he was getting right with Jesus, he said, immediately once that prayer was done, he could hear noises of things moving away from the cabin. I asked him if he felt like it was the praying directly that had caused them to leave. He said,

I suspect there was at least two. He firmly believes that directly praying to Jesus had stopped whatever was happening there. He didn't sleep the rest of the night. Of course, he ran out of cigarettes not too long after that, but he said he was at peace. He was able to at least sit back and relax. His appetite came back, he was able to finally eat something. He did not take a nap until the following morning when the sunlight

was up. He crashed out for a couple hours until the supplies and the rest of his family showed up. That happened. I mean, it's been a minute pre two thousand, but that whole area has those kind of things happen. This is the first where someone has shared with me them directly praying to Jesus had caused whatever was going on to stop. So there's something to it. Joseph, Sorry, it took a minute to get this out. Appreciate you

being patient sharing with me. Also to people, anyone who reaches out to me, I get back a hold of them. I'm the same guy on camera off camera. It doesn't matter. I get phone calls all the time from down in the States. People who have once lived up here, and people who have never lived up here and just curious with questions. Don't ever be embarrassed to ask a question, because I answer all that I can. I'm just some dude in Alaska, though, so any answer I may have,

I'm not an expert on shit. Keep that in mind as well.

want to get in there. So they did that. This was approximately about ten years ago, So they had to skiff pulled over and the slough their cruise along. One of his buddies was standing up on the bow because they were lower than the bank. So buddy standing on the bow was looking above the bank looking for any moose. As they're cruising along, just puttering along. His buddy turns back and gives the universal sign antlers over here, so they slow down. His buddy jumps off the bow of

the skiff, holds it, sets the anchor in. When I say set the anchor in, they had a four foot piece of rope basically an old steak for concrete, just to temporary, just to hold the skiff from going because they were in the slough. It wasn't moving water, so he shoves it in the mud. This is mud and grass. You get up, you're onto some muskeg and some other mud and grass and some alders and willows. So get

up to the top of this bank. My relative makes his way up to the bow, and as he's jumping off the bow, his buddy is real excited, saying, it's right over there, it's right over there. It's a good one. It's a good one. So my relative hands him his rifle. He grabs his cause there's bears around. They both get up onto the river bank. From what he told me,

they could see the moose moving behind some alders. They could see the antlers pushing branches aside, and it was just doing its thing, and they heard more noise than they figured it was another bull. The two bulls, they assumed were coming to meet up and settle it up. And so they figured, let's wait a minute's let's move position down a little ways. Maybe we each get one. But as they do that, they are whispering, slouching along,

getting along through the grass. And they come to a point to where they figure, okay, there's an opening between the alders here. The noise is coming from over here and over here, so off to the right and off to their left they hear this basically antlers sound rattling through the trees. So my cousin takes a knee, and he's just being patient, waiting. He trusts what his friend said that it's a good sized one, at least the one they saw was. So they were waiting for it

to just show itself for a good kill shot. We don't like to chase our food after we shoot it. We prefer to drop dead right where it's at, because otherwise your meat gets all gamy and adrenalized. As they're talking and discussing. His Buddi's concerned that the other movement they heard had stopped. He was worried that they had spooked that animal. They're discussing, should we continue stalking that way because once we shoot this one, that one's probably

gonna take off. So his friend says, I'm going to go further down. Just keep me in sight. Once you got a clear shot, take your shot. I will spot for this one over here. This one over here that he's referring to, no one's seen yet. So he agrees, okay, just stay within eyesight because I don't want to accidentally, you know, shoot you, and I don't want you to accidentally shoot me. Fair enough, so his buddy goes along.

As he's sitting there just patiently waiting because he can see the antler's moving in the willows and alders and stuff. He knows it's right there. He's got maybe forty yards to it maybe, So he's just patiently waiting for this thing to come out to where he can get a good shot on it. He's just periodically looking over seeing his buddy, and his buddy's crouching and lurking along. He's

doing his stock. He's getting back around and his buddy is approximately about one hundred to one hundred and twenty feet away. He watches his buddy slouch down and pull

his rifle up, and his buddy's adjusting his scope. His friend is waiting for him to take a shot before he took a shot, or at least that's what they had planned, so he could see him adjusting his scope, and he stops paying attention to him because the moose starts moving again, but this time it's moving back off to his left, so he gets the attention of his friend, and his friend is looking over at him, glancing back and forth real quick, and it's telling him stay stay down,

and he's like trying to point that this one's moving. They're getting their hand signals mixed up because at that distance with vegetation in a way a little bit, they're trying to use hand signals and they're not communicating the best. So he stands up from where he was crouched down to get a better view, and he sees his friends looking through the scope again, just adjusting it, like he couldn't adjust his scope side or something. He knew his

friend had a three by nine. He just seen him adjusting it, just constantly, just keeping the gun in one direction, and it was off in the direction it heard the noise. So he assumes he's just trying to get a good read on the overall size of this bull moose because it's spiking fork or fifty inch plus right at least in that area. And what I mean by that is one side has a spike and the other side has

a fork and whatnot. So young bull or one over fifty inches which means outmost time to out almost time fifty inches and at least three brow tines on the front. So he's caught up on watching his buddy adjusts his scope and he's getting concerned that he's not moving. He makes it a couple quick claps with his hand just to get his attention. Now he hasn't been paying attention to this bull moose. He hears it moving, so he

knows it's just over here. So as he's getting his friend's attention, he finally looks over and is telling him just hold on. Finally, his friend stands up and comes back over and he's like, there's something big and brown over there. I can't make it out. He goes I thought I saw antlers, but then there was some movement, and then it wasn't antlers. It was just the trees, my cousins. That's it's easy to pick out moose antlers. You're not going to confuse it with anything, especially with

these small, wispy willows and alders. He was like, what is it? Was it a bear? He goes it could be, so automatically their concern goes towards maybe it's a bear. Now as they're having this little discussion. The reason I keep giggling is they're looking in the direction of this bear. While often the alders and willows he guesstimated probably sixty

yards ish something like that. It was hard to make out exactly because where they were at you can hear the part of the river, and you can hear things echoing off both sides of the trees. On both sides of the river. You could hear outboard way up above them. They hurt some outboards below them, so hunters were in the area, so they have this little bit of sound going on as they're focusing over in that direction. Out of the corner of his left eye, he noticed his

movement twenty five yards away from him. This bull moose that they were watching is now looking the same. So you got the two hunters and a moose off to their left, and they're all looking over in this direction because something is drawing their attention over there. My relative realizes, oh, hey, snap out of it. He turns, bam, puts a shot

on that moose and drops it. Startled his front because his friend wasn't expecting it, but they were there to hunt, and it was like, whoa, I didn't even know it was out whatever. So immediately they hear some thrashing and they assume, oh crap, we lost the other one. They immediately get too down to business. They cut it all open, They sit back, they smoke a cigarette, just chilling out for a minute, letting the body relax, so to speak.

As they're doing so, and they're smoking their cigarette, they're talking about how they're going to process it out. One's going to cut, one's going to pack, and then they're going to switch out. Up here in alaskas natives, we usually use a little three and a half inch folding knife to quarter up our moose. We do it every year. So they're discussing it. They grab their gear, they bring their pack up. They were getting the game bags out.

As they were discussing who's going to start packing first, they hit a real guttural grunt like grown, just real low, and it caught their attention because it almost sounded like a similar sound of bull moose and make one is aggravated, it has to get up off the ground. It makes this a little kind of like, what are you getting me up for? So they hear that and their attentions

focused back over in that area. They decide, let's investigate a little closer to make sure we're not going to get in the middle of this and get charged by a bear, because they were just too close to the foliage to be able to re spawned fast enough. Bears are super fast, so they decide, okay, we'll go peep it out together. Since the moose is down, we don't have to worry about that one. Let's go over there. Maybe we get too. His friends in the lead he

had shot, but he hadn't chambered another round yet. They were going along, and as soon as they got to the edge where they could lean down and see through the willows and the alders, they noticed the brown movement moving off to their left back towards where they just dropped the bull moose. Now, this is all in the small area. It's not like they went hundreds yards this

way or that. It's in the very limited area. So they figure, okay, let's back away from these and see where it pops out, and we can drop that one too. Maybe it's convenient for us. It'll get closer to where our skiff is and we could drop it closer to the other one. We'll check it out. So they back off. They're both watching. His friend gets ahead of him again because it's his turn to shoot a moose, so he lets him take the lead, and again he fired a shot.

He hadn't chambered another round yet. He kept repeating that to me. That's why I'm repeating it to you. So they get back up towards where the antlers were from the one they just dropped we're at. They noticed just pasted it, which would be to the left of their skiff. There was brown movement just inside the wallow, just inside, but there was no antlers. They were like, what the

hell is that? So his friend goes up to about where the moose was, and the moose is in between his friend and this brown thing that they saw moving in the willows, and he's trying to get a bead. He's looking through the scope. My cousin asks him, what is your scope not working? And he goes, no, it's working. I just don't know what I'm looking at. So he goes, well, where exactly are you know? What are you looking at?

He goes, well, any points you know right over there you'll see the alders move, and there's something in there I can't make out. So relative pulls up the rifle and he does the same thing, and what he sees startles him. He saw what looked like a flash of a human like face, really ashen gray, but with an oranguting orange brown color. When he looked through the scope and saw that it had moved, so he only saw it for the second, but he said it just the black eye that he did see, there was no white

to it, and it just it startled him. And immediately he was like, that's got to be a harry Man. And his friend laughs goes, that ain't a harry Man. It's just we're looking at the wrong side of a moose. He goes, that's no moose, there's no antlers. Let's back off. So they back off, and again the moose is right there on the ground and they're backing off and they hear this guttural sound again. And as they're hearing this guttural sound kind of wind up. It progressively went from

real low up to ear piercing loud. He said it was almost so loud he had to almost drop his rifle to cover his ears.

is in front of them. Their skiff is off to their left and it's down the bank, So they're approximately about sixty yards from where they originally started because they backed off so much so quickly because of the noise, and they lowered back down to the where the sleugh is down the bank a little ways because they were going to cut low and sneak back over to the skiff to get out of there. So as they're doing that,

they're still not fully committed on what they saw. They're not fully committed on is it a harry Man bear moose, whatever, both aware of the harry man. He said he didn't feel the immediate, like primal fear that he'd normally feel when he would spot one. They were intimidated by the noise, but he wasn't feeling that imminent kind of death. So they're creeping along the bank. It dawns on him and goes, we still need to get our moose, so we can't

go too far. Let's get down by the skiff, maybe stand up on a bow, look and see what's going on. Maybe firesome shots to scare it off if it hasn't left the area. They creep along and all this takes a few minutes because they're walking along a mighty bank and they're trying to move slow and quiet, and they're a little shook up from the growling in the scream. But once they were out of sight below the bank,

a lot of that thrashing and noise stopped. They could hear movement, but the vocalization of the scream, growling and all that had ceased once they were basically out of sight. So they get back to the skiff and his friend jumps up on the bound looks and he's like, where's the moose? The moose was literally where they ended up shooting. It was not even twenty yards up the bank, so he should have been able to see the antlers, and they didn't. So they both look up, they're not seeing

the moose. They jump back up onto the bank and they're looking around. They're like, the moose was right there, and they could see a drag mark go right over into the willows, and then they saw the brown lump of the moose just inside the willows. So they're like, what the hell, we can't lose our moose. So immediately their mindset changes on, let's go run this whatever it is off. It's a bear steal in our stuff. So

they get over there. There's nothing around the moose, but one of the moose's front legs had been ripped off and there was no sign of it. He said, it looked like something had just plucked it right off, because it didn't look cut. It looked tore and tattered at the edges of the hair, the moose hair, and he just shook his head. He was like, I've never seen this. All of a sudden, as they're checking out this corpse of this moose with the missing leg, his friend fires

a shot startled the shit out of my relative. Kaboom. He stumbles and what the hell, and he goes, it's over here, it's over here. Immediately after his friend's shot, there was this loud noise, no screaming or nothing, but just thrashing going back and forth and his zigzag going away and then started coming directly at them. So his

friend's trying to fumble with the bolt action. Immediately, my relative pulls his rifle up and realizes he doesn't have one chambered either, so he's going to work his action. And as they do that, this thing stops and stands up to full height. This thing had when his friend shot it been down on all fours, creepy when it thrashed around and stuff. After he shot, it came back

and then stood up. So now they're approximately twenty feet away from this thing, just inside the alders, and he said it was every bit of about eleven twelve foot tall, and it just looked down on him. I'm like, really, he said that was the look it had on his face, was like you want to shoot at me? And of course that's speculation because we don't know what that thing was thinking. So immediately they backed the hell off. He finally got a round chambered, but he was stumbling running back.

They jumped in the skiff, they pulled their little anchor. They scootered on down the slough. Now the sleugh is half moon shaped. The one side on the main channel side had been burroled up to where you had to portage over, and on the back side, if there wasn't enough water in the river, you weren't going to get out because it just gets too flat and too muddy

and what have you. So as they go over, they noticed it's a little low on that side, and they don't want to deal with what they were dealing with. So he turned around, which wasn't easy to do in this pretty narrow slow It was widen up for them to turn around. He rips back the other direction and then turns around into speeds, and as they get closer to the burro, they lift up the motor so the outboard doesn't hit and flip over on top of them. But they lifted and they skiff over and then get

onto the lesser channel to the east side. So as soon as that's done, they skiff back around, go around this island, back around to where they ported the skiff over and they anchored their started walking back to see about if there was any moose left. They got about ten fifteen feet into their excursion and got screamed at. He said, the scream was so loud. They got out of there, but when they took off, they went up

noose tow shook it up. Of course, one of the guys on the beach that wasn't from there, It was from Ekwok. He was dropping off some supplies for some relative of his there in New STUDIOC was like asked him, did you guys hear that scream? What was that? Holy cow? They just kind of yeah, we heard it. They left it at that. I could just imagine being in that situation where you're doing one thing and all of a sudden it turns into something else. That being said, we'll catch you on the next one.