SO EP:499 Bigfoot And The Three Wheeler!

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you see what it was? It was seeing enough. I'm out here looking them near the window now and I don't need anything. I don't want to go outside. Indeed, it's quite you Cara, New York. Hello, get somebody out here. What's going on out there?

little kids. They're in their sixties now. Their first time going there was back in the seventies. Where they went, it opens up into the Muskeg and swampy areas in tundra. There's not a whole lot of big trees up that way. There's more scrub brush and things of this nature. There's a few pockets of the black spruce like I've showed you guys in the Muskegon. Where they were going. It opens up. The way the marsh flows is like in a big extended Z kind of shape. Right on their

left hand side going in was this ridge. Now. Their first experiences back in the seventies, they've seen shadows up on this ridge. When they were going back checking this area out. It was new to them and they were exploring, and they were trying to find a place no man had been, you know, which isn't all that hard to do in Alaska. You can go into a lot of

places where no one's been. When they get back to the farthest point of this kind of Z shaped muskeg area, the ridge only runs about half of it and then it drops back down and then it opens back up to other trees and brush up at the end where they were going. When they get there, they found camping equipment. The camping equipment seemed fresh. Everything was there, so they decided, oh, maybe that the shadow we saw was whoever's camping here is just keeping an eye on us to make sure

we don't steal the stuff. So they screamed out, hey, we're just here, We're just hiking. We're trying to be the only ones here or whatever. So they turn around and they go back. On the right hand side is where this ridge is. Now. As they're coming up to it, Max notices that dark shadow again. They thought it was a black dog because all they saw was just this little bit of black would show itself, so they assumed at the distance it was a dog jumping a black

lab or something of that nature. So they were trying to whistle for it. They stopped, they waved, they screamed out again, hey, we're just hiking. Through, we didn't touch your stuff, that type of thing, because they still assumed it was whoever was hanging out in the tent. They said, the campsite was empty and it looked fairly recent like someone was there. So you know, they kept their distance and they're hollering out and they keep whistling trying to

get the attention of the dog. Now they decided to continue walking because they started getting a creepy feeling. The whistles Max did were imitated back almost identically moments later. As they continue down along where the Muskeg meets where those rise starts. It's basically right at the tree line, and there's a little bit of black spruce and whatnot and similar things you see here going up the side of this ridge. As they're talking, they keep hearing this

almost identical whistle that Max was doing. It was just a short, little two chirp whistle, but it was being mimicked back to them. They thought, Okay, the camper is

teasing us, trying to scare us out of here. So they kept their cool and they kept on walking, and they finally got back to the beginning of the z and then the trail that they took would lead back over to the road where they had parked, and they can go on about their way as they're about half the distance from where the big Z of the Muskeg and everything ended back on this trail to get to where they parked their truck. It was actually Max's dad's truck they were using. They were a lot younger at

the time. They hear almost an imitation of a conversation. They said it sounded made up like gibberish. Basically, I asked him, was it similar to any of that samurai chatter or whatever? And they said, but it was just too far. We couldn't make it out. We thought the campers were getting a good laugh at Oh yeah, those idiots. They're scared they're not coming back, and they were. They got a little freaked out, but they were unfazed by that jump ahead ten years they stopped going to that

particular place because of the camper. Let me preface that by saying the first couple times they went to this spot, they didn't make the full Z because in reality, it's good three miles to make this whole journey on the Z shaped area of Muskeg. Right now, ten years later, they decide Hey, let's see if anyone has been regularly going back to that spot. Spencer had a child on the way, Max, who's still single, dude or whatever. Their first trip, they didn't bring any guns this trip. Spencer

wasn't going unarmed. Max is going along with his buddy. He wasn't gonna go unarmed either, So they each had a shotgun. Each Spencer had a forty four on his hip. So this being in the eighties, they decided, hey, well ride you could ride on the Spencer ride on the back. Max would drive the three wheeler. They would make better time getting back in there, and they had assume by

now it would be a well used place. They get back in there and they cut across the trail that kind of went up to the beginning of this reverse Z shape. Things were a little bit different with the brush was a little more, There was a little it was a little denser in areas, it was a little swampier in others. So they were just making note of how it changed and just chopping it up. They hadn't even loaded their shotguns. They just had them, and they

had a couple of rounds each in their pockets. The only thing fully loaded was the forty four on Spencer's hip. He's riding on the back rack of this three wheeler facing towards the back while Max is riding it in the front. They stopped having this conversation. They continue on because they had stopped because Spencer had nudged him and was pointing out a sinkhole and some other things that

he was noticing as they were chopping it up. They continue on three wheelers, when you're on the back and you got the muffle right underneath you, the fumes can be a bit much when you get bogged down and you're going slower. If you move him fast enough, it doesn't phaze you. But sometimes when you slow down, those vapors get you right in the face. So Spencer was getting just he couldn't deal with the exhaust. So he has Max to let him off, you know. So he stopped.

He hopped off, and he goes, go ahead and take the trail, you know, make a trail or whatever, and I'm gonna catch my breath, get some fresh air, get that exhaust off my lungs, and continue on. Max was like cool because he's been wanting to open up with this little Honda three wheeler. Really play around in the muskeg. So Max takes off. He didn't need a second chance

to even reconsider he was gone. As Spencer's walking along, he's just catching his breath, just reacquainting himself with the area and just looking around and looking off in the distance across the muskeg and everything. Max had made it around the bend that bends around to the left on this reverse z right now, remember this is a beginning to end. It's roughly about three miles, so it's a

nice decent, big open area. Spencer's walking along and he starts getting the ebgb's and he's listening to the motor and Max hangs to the left. Just as Max is out of sight is when the real hebgb's just really kicked up hard. So he's this twelve gage and he puts in some but loads That's all he had was buckshot and a couple bird shots something like that, some

random stuff, and he loads it up. He slings it back over his shoulder and he double checks his forty four, and he's trying to shake this feeling of just the creeps, and so he stops. He turns around. He's looking all up and down this ridge, and there's this shadow up on this ridge, and it's moving back and forth, at first in between a couple of trees and in the bushes, and then it continues moving on. He notices that how fast it'd be really hard to be moving that fast

through that thick a brush. He's trying to wrap his mind around how is that dark thing moving so fast without making any noise. All of a sudden, it's just on out of his view. So he was like, that must have been while I was getting the creeps. I wonder if that's a hermit that's living back over there where they saw the tent ten years before. Maybe the guy scattered the area and now he's got a permanent camp back there because it's not unheard of. So now

he's really intriguing and worried about Max. Because Max is out of his view and he no longer hears the motor running, he immediately starts trotting. Now, understand, Muskeg is just basically like a moss waterbed. You got marsh underneath, you got all this thick tough of just growth and vegetation.

That's basically like a big waterbed. He's at the edge of it, so it's still pretty firm, but he's still running in moss, which it absorbs all your impacts, so you put a lot of effort into moving, like walking through sand. So he starts moving along faster to get up to see why he's not hearing Max. This movement was going that same direction. Now, Max was a good two hundred and fifty yards before he had to turn. At this point, Spencer realizes he's got a good little

distance to get there to check on his buddy. He's thinking, crap, he didn't load his shotgun either, and I don't hear the machine. I hope he's okay. I hope someone didn't put out a wire to stop people from ripping, because that's not unheard of, either people running fishing line or hooks or something across trails to keep kids or anyone from riding through an area they consider there. So he was thinking about these things as he was like, oh, man, I hope it's not like that. I hope Max is

all right. So he's definitely picking up the pace and as he's just about to come and get Max in the view, he hears three shots from a shotka kaboom, kaboom, and he hears, and so he gets in the view of Max and he starts yelling, Hey, what are you shooting at? What are you shooting at? And Max is pointing up the ridge because it's like an L shape where they're at, and remember it goes down where the direction they were heading and then it opens back up,

so basically he was shooting back up the ridge. Max keeps pointing up and he's at a distance about seventy five yards where he still can't hear what Max is saying. Max is frantic. He's trying to kick start this three wheeler and it's not starting. It's flooded out. Spencer's telling him from a distance it's flooded. It's flooded because you could hear it when he was trying to crank on it. And Max is freaking. He's worried about why these shots

are up there. He's wondering, is probably a bear he's trotting up there now. Spencer's winded. He's always been a heavy set guy. He's super winning. He's trying to catch his breath. Max's I'm out of amial it's right up there, standing by that brush up there, and Spencer's what are you talking about. He looks up. There's this dark spot just like the one he saw just back around the corner, up on that same ridge. The black spot moves off real fast, real quiet. It just moves off. Not a

clear view. It was just dark shadow, you know. I mean, like a pitch black shadow up on the ridge. So Max's freaked. Is like it was a bigfoot. It was a bigfoot, but it was right over there. It stood up and then it squatted down when I shot at it, And Spencer's did you shoot it? And he goes, no, I shot at I shot up that way to try to scare it off, and all I did was squat down and keep looking at me. It's still looking at us. Spencer starts looking around really hard. Up on this ridge.

He guestimated it was probably a sixty foot height difference, So he said he could be over exaggerating that by a smidge, so he said probably forty five to sixty foot tall. Little ridge is basically a small hill rise that went up sharp on the one side. As he's looking around and everything, he can't focus his mind. He keeps starting his eyes back and forth. Meanwhile, Max is still kicking on that three wheeler. And asking him if

he has any more shells in his pocket. As he's looking around, he searches two more rounds, hands it to him, says, don't just fire in discriminately. Let's get the wheeler started and we'll ride out of here. Calm down. He goes, no, you don't understand, Spencer. It was a bigfoot. It was standing when I shot, and then it squatted down to a quarter. Aout what size it was and he goes a quarter? How does that get down to a quarter

of his size? He look, I don't know, but that dark spot you saw was about a quarter the size it was when it was standing up. So Spencer's kind of confused. He's not seeing anything. I think that Max saw. He saw the dark movement, but he didn't see all that. He's freaked out along with Max, just because of how terrified his buddy is. They've known each other since they were little. He bleeded Max. It was just he was

thrown off by how intensely fearful Max was. And usually Max is the adventurer, the take chances kind of guy. So as he's hands in the rounds and he's focusing back up on this hill, he notices the dark shadow again way at the top, almost out of you, almost like ten years before when they thought they saw a black lab. He saw a black movement, a black shadow just bouncing along up at the top. And at this point in the day it was silhouetted, so it seemed to be a little darker than it was before as

far as the silhouette. Now. Max got the three wheeler running, did a small U turn, pulled up and was trying to tell him again. As I was riding along, I was looking up the hill because I kept hearing something over the sound of the motor. Spencer's like that had to have been allowed, because I heard you a couple hundred yards way back around the corner there, and he goes, yeah, it was a growl I felt above and beyond the vibration of riding in the tundra. He said, he felt

this growl travel through him. That's what caught his attention. He turned and looked, stalled out the three wheeler, loaded what rounds he had, and shot up the hill. It squatted down. Spencer comes around the corner a moment later. He's trying to start the wheeler. So they talk it

out for a minute. Max tells him, look, it's moving again, and Spencer looks in the direction he was looking before, and the Max had to point out, no, right up there behind us, the way this place sloped down, where the ridge was ending, there was a bunch of brush there. What Max was pointing to was that dark shadow seemed to be down at the bottom in the brush, just poking his head up. As Spencer saw that, and he said that every hair on his body try to run

away from his skin. He said it was just wire hard standing on end. Everything changed and asked him was it a change in the air, and he goes, no, it was a change in me. I understood, I can't be here. I was like, I asked him. I was like some people speak. He said, no, I knew. I just knew. No voices in my head, but I just knew I couldn't be there. It was in me. I knew it. I can't argue that I understand what he's saying. So what ends up happening is this dark shadow starts

moving in the brush. Every time it pops its head up, it's a little closer. It's still at about fifty sixty yards, but each time it pops up, it looks to be about ten feet closer. Roughly, they're both freaking out. Max stall's the three wheeler again. Now he had the two fifty R, which, if anyone remembers, those three wheelers had clutch five speed. It was made for racing, not boggy. So he stalled out again. Before he started cranking on it again, Spencer said, don't flood it again. This thing

is still coming. So Spencer on holsters is forty four and shoots at the brush passed it, just trying to make noise to scare this thing. Shoots two times, boom, boom. This thing stops moving and tears off up the hill. So instead of coming forward, it just it was gone. They heard it crack with boom, just breaking through everything on its way. They barely saw it through the brush and it was gone. He said. His feeling of fear left with it once it cleared the rise, and Max

restarts it and they go on. Now, the direction it was going was the direction they had to turn and go, but at a little bit of a different angle. So Spencer was hoping. And once they got back around where this little reverse z ended in the trail back over to the truck was that it wasn't going in an intercept, that it was going in a different direction. He was fairly certain they were clear of each other's paths. Out of there, they go around the corner and they get

back about to where Spencer initially jumped off. Now, when it got to that point where he had pointed out where there was a mushy spot of water welling up and whatnot, they noticed in that spot, which wasn't there just half hour forty minutes before. However long it was not a whole huge amount of time, one of the trees, one of the small black spruce, had been ripped out of the ground and turned upside down in that, he said. When they came up to that point, they both looked

at it. They both almost simultaneously looked at each other and said, we got to go now. They didn't understand what it meant, but they felt that someone was off very bad, so they caulled us out of there. As they're about half three quarters away back to the truck. On this trail. At that time it was open. There was a lot of dead grass and stuff, so all the green vegetations like now there's a lot less green vegetation has just skeletal trees and whatnot, especially the brush,

the smaller stuff. He notices in front of them, between them and the truck, there's a dark shadow moving off trail, real load to the ground, almost pitch black, tearing off away off to their right. So immediately the way, he's sitting kind of side saddle on this three wheeler. When he notices this, he grabs Max's shoulder, and Max said, I saw it. I saw it. It's moving, it's moving. As they go up the trail, they notice some tracks. The tracks were from one side to the other side.

He said it was approximately six foot wide. There the ground was still partially moist from some previous reigns the week before. He said, it looked like two huge footprints, one on one side and one on the opposing side. But the distance was six feet you know, looking at that's not a great distance because each side was on a rise, so someone jumping from one side to the other. I could see that happening, you know, So that doesn't

necessarily say anything. However, everything together, he assumed it was the bigfoot tracks. They looked at him briefly finished going up the trail. When they got to the they were looking off to see if they can see any movement or whatever, because they wanted to get the wheeler loaded up and get the hell out of there because Max wasn't gonna leave it. So as they're pulling out their little makeshift ramp to get it loaded up in the truck,

they get it dropped. When it hit the gravel, it made this whoosh sound like anything heavy hit and gravel. Immediately after that, they heard a very similar sound from just off the gravel pad where they parked down in the brush. They heard it was like, and then back behind him. They immediately turn and look and they see they don't see anything, so they're really creeped. Max jumps on the wheeler, stalls it again, floods it again, right just way. Panic Spencer's you man the gun. Calm down,

keep the gun pointing in that direction. Let me deal with the flooded motor. I'll kick started, I'll get it up there. Just dude, calm down. We're okay, we're at the truck. Let me handle this for you. Just calm down. So Max gets off, he grabs the forty four from him, and he comes and stands on the other side of the truck. He's standing there about ten feet from the truck,

just scanning back and forth at the brush. Spencer gets it started, and as Spencer rips around, turns around to come up the ramp, get a little bit of speed as he comes up on top of the tailgate. Just as he clears everything just off to his right, at about at two o'clock position from if the truck was at twelve noon, Right about the two o'clock position, this big black thing stands up and he could see all the head, part of the shoulder, and most of the

body just on it. It would be its right hand side. But when he got up there, he just froze up. He had to clutch held in. He was wrapping it out real loud, stuck staring at this thing standing right over there. He said it was less than thirty yards away, and it was just like right over there, and he wasn't even realizing what he was doing. He had that

clutch gripped and he was just full throttle. Max had jumped up and hit the kill If anyone has ever hit a kill switch, when you're wrapped out like that, it doesn't immediately die as soon as it did. The creature standing over there imitated the last couple of blurps and sounds of the engine noise, almost identically, just in a deeper note. Immediately, they both gathered themselves got in the truck. Spencer was gonna shoot at this thing, to

shoot it. When they jumped in the truck, it hadn't moved. It's still standing there. Spencer rolled down the window. He grabbed the shotgun, and he put the shotgun out the window and was resting it on the mirror to get a good shot. Max touched it, and Max said, don't do that, So he listened to his buddy. They backed out of there. He said, they did a twenty point turnaround. It's just they were keeping a gun on this thing

one hundred percent the whole way. Every time Max would pull forward a little almost to where Spencer didn't have a beat on it, he would say, stop here. It was all to keep a gun sight on this thing because they were so freaked out in the big scheme of things. Outside of some creepy movements and some imitations,

it didn't really do anything that loud growl. It didn't outwardly try to attack them, It didn't necessarily try to run them off, just the whole situation as creepy as hell, seeing a shadow up on a rise moving like that, with the history and everything. Oh, they went back three years later with four people. It was quiet and that

birds singing it. Nothing happened the whole trip. They made it all the way back to where they had saw that tin like fifteen years before or whatever it was, and that whole area looked just the same, identical, the same tint, everything cut outside of it being a little more dishoveled from weather and all that. The same campsite was there, whoever it had it abandon it or missing, who knows. They reported it, but who knows whatever came of that. How many tints does people come across in

woods in Alaska? Probably quite a bit.

was going on in the fall. They were near Lynx Lake. When they got there, he said there was birds chirping, just typical fall weather, a little crispy in the air. Just perfect of what Marcy wanted, and Isaac was stoked that she was happy. The dog Jesse, Isaac had gotten from his brother a couple of years before because he had kids. His brother's wife didn't want dogs in the house during rearing of the child. Basically he was extended family. He said the dog was great, but never fully attached

to him. They get there the first day, birch chirping, beautiful. They get all their supplies into the cabin. They noticed once they were inside the cabin, they left Jesse outside to do dog stuff run around. The dog wasn't a threat to people or anything. As they are trying to get things squared away and unpacked, they made a couple of trips from the car. It wasn't dark yet, but it was on its way to getting on into twilight. The sun was just setting, but it was still light out.

They decide they're gonna check out, go walk some of the trails along the lake and stuff. The lake wasn't frozen up or anything, so they're just walking along as they were. About twenty minutes into it, all of a sudden, there's no sound. There's not a peep going on. They decided Isaac, smart enough, being from the Kenai Peninsula delt with VARs through and through, decides so there may be a predator. The firearm I brought is still passed away

in the car. Let's play it safe in case the bear's coming through to hibernate, going to the salmon streams, whatever it may be. Let's not risk it. Let's turn around, smart thing. So they turn around. He has Marcy in front of him and Jesse was leading the way back. Now when they got back towards about one hundred feet from the cabin, Jesse tears off towards the cabin. The yellow lab. Jesse just tears off towards the cabin, not barking or anything but aggressive. Hackles up, just barrowing towards

the cabin. As the dog runs the corner of the cabin just out of you. They hear some crashing through the brush going away from the cabin, so immediately they're like, oh, it was a bear. They hot footed it. Figured let's get to the cabin to security and then worry about getting Jesse back from running off or whatever. So they get up to the cabin. Isaac decides I'm gonna get my gun out of the car in case this bear

circles back or whatever. So he gets out his pistol four to fifty four custle strictly a chess holstered gun for fishing, just to have something heavy caliber for bear. So he retrieves it and gets into the cabin. There's two windows in this cabin. There's a big one by the door and another big one that's used the lake. As they were sitting there talking, they were concerned about Jesse because usually Jesse when he wins the bear, he'll chase it off and then come back all happy with himself.

Not a peep from Jesse. So he steps out on the porch and he starts, Jesse, come on, here's nothing. So time goes by. It's into darkness. Now they hear running around outside. They heard the jostling against the brush right outside by the side of the cabin. Immediately they thought Jesse. So he opens the door and calls, hey, Jesse, and sure enough it was. Jesse comes hobbling in. His back. Leg was cueaked, and dog was acting real weird, tail tucked hobbling along with his leg. So comes in, shuts

the door and they're examining the dog. What are you doing, stupid? No, you don't chase bears that far. You can get hurt. They kill you. They leave it at that. They decided to cook a meal. They're discussing how they would like to hike and check out the trails or whatever. They were planning on unloading a canoe they had brought with them to do the portage trail through there and all that and the going in between the lakes. I've been up there recently last spring doing something similar, so it's

that terrain. There. They were discussing what they were going to do, and as they're doing so, all of a sudden, Jesse, from laying underneath this little table, hops up and starts pacing the length of the cabin back and forth. They're like, whoa, calm down, Calm down. So Immediately, Isaac starts, grabs a flashlight, starts looking out the window to see if that bear was around the cabin, and they didn't see any movement, not a sound went out on the porch, had his gun,

of course, and starts beaming around. Just what the hell There was still leaves on the trees, not all of them had fallen off. So he decides, I'm armed. I got a heavy enough caliber gun to stop a bear. I'm going to walk out to the car, and being back on the side of this cabin doesn't have a window. But he gets over there and he's beaming down the side. He sees nothing, and as he's panning, all of a sudden, some eye shine about forty yards away catches his attention.

What caught his attention, he said, was it wasn't three to four feet off the ground. It was substantially taller, and that's what initially caught his attention. So he's beaming, he's trying to get a better look, but with the trees it was almost impossible. So he's getting just hints and glimmers of eye shine back at him. But this eye shine's starting to move now as he's trying to move and put a light on it. This thing is actively working away from the light, so he gets the creeps.

It's still dead quiet inside. Jesse is lighting up r ro just barking, snarling, sounds of the dog was on the verge of attacking Marcie's. He rushes back inside, but Jesse wasn't trying to attack. Marcie's just going nuts, barking at the windows, turning and barking at the door, barking at the other window. Is just going crazy. Let me at it, let me add it kind of a tone to the So he shuts the door and they're doing their best to call him Jesse, but Jesse's inconsolable, won't

let him touch him. So after about twenty minutes of this, they about had it and they're like, they start yelling at the hey, stop, just stop, and Jesse would not stop, just continued going to the point where the dog was panting from going squirrely, just getting exhausted. So they figured, Okay, he's obviously got issues with this bear. Let's let him run himself out and he'll hopefully lose energy and lay down. They didn't know what else to do if the dog

wasn't listening when it's normally well behaved. They tried to distract him, retreats, didn't work, nothing, So that really had him on edge because he's never seen this dog act that way. Rightfully, you got to pay attention to your critters. A nice example is what Ryan shared with us. He's watching his dogs, so it's good to be in tune with your dogs. I'm sure everyone could agree on that.

Finally the dog stops. He said he doesn't remember exactly how long, but they were exhausted just trying to calm the dog. He said it could have taken over an hour and a half. He wasn't sure. But by time the dog calmed down and finally laid down, he decided he was going to step outside smoke a cigarette. Marcy was on his ass to quit, all the more reason to quit. There may be a bear out there to get you. All that stuff trying to discourage him, and

he's going to have a cigarette. So he steps out and he walks over by the car, and he's trying to play calm. He's just going over everything that's been going on with the dog. The eye shine It dawns on him as he's smoking a cigarette. He doesn't feel right in his skin. He said he was feeling watched in essence, so he heard with the cigarette. He had the flashlight with him. He was just more frustrated with the dog. He expaced the eye shine thing and just

chalked it up to something weird whatever, just it's Alaska. Shit. Happens as he's finishing his cigarette putting it out. When he stands back up, he hears a huff oh kind of sound in the same direction that he was shining the flashlight a little while ago, where there was eye shines. So pulls a flashlight out of his pocket, beams that way, and sees the eye shine again, almost in the same spot. So he goes, hey bear, Hey bear, start screaming yelling. He turns around. He goes over to the car. They

had in the backpack. Behind the seat. They had some bear spray. It's supposedly good at thirty yards or something. I don't remember exactly what he was claiming. It said on the can. So he decides he's gonna walk over with flashlight and bear spray with his pistol. When basically pepper spray a bear to get it to go away for good. He takes a few steps in that direction, and he's flashing with the flashlight again, and he's pulled

the safety on the bear spray. So he's walking with a flashlight holding bear spray, trying to find that eye shine and he was just going to basically spray that direction. He wasn't gonna get close enough necessarily, but he wanted the smell of that pepper in the air to hopefully dissuade any bear activity. Right, he sprays that direction once he sees a little glint of what he assumed was

eye shine sprays. And one thing he didn't do before depressing the trigger on the bear spray was pay attention to the direction the slight breeze was blowing, so it sprayed out, but some of it came back, and as it was coming back, it dawned on him because he's starting to get that tickle in the back of the throat, that cough, that hack, and his eyes were feeling not so right. He backs off immediately and he's still trying to shine that way and starts coughing a little bit

behind him. He said he couldn't say exactly how far he heard. An imitation of his little cough like that but a lot deeper. It startled the shit out of him. He immediately all attention was get inside, so he tore us inside, kept that information to himself, would periodically be looking to see if someone was teasing him, messing with them. A couple hours pass, Marcy's ready for bed. The dog has gotten back up and was pacing. Wasn't barking again,

but was pacing real unsettled, whining, whimpering. He was trying to calm the dog again. He goes, you know what, I'm gonna let him out to go bathroom for the night. I'm smoking another cigarette. I'm gonna see if I can notice anything of this person that may be messing with me. Opens the door. Jesse won't go out. Jesse goes back over and tries to get by Marcy. He just leaves it alone, steps out, lights a cigarette, starts flashing the flashlight around a little bit, just leaves it at that,

just flashing every once in a while. As he's doing this, he's hearing something, but it doesn't sound nearby, but it sounds nearby. It It sounds like a muffled movement. As he's standing there on these little steps, leaning against the rail of the step, he feels a shift, like the building shifted, and then it dawned on him. Oh, I'm hearing a roughled noise from around the side of this little cabin, something rubbing against it. So immediately his interest

is peaked. He's got his flash and he's got his gun. He drops his cigarette, pulls a gun, turns on a light, steps around so he can beam around the corner. Nothing there, goes around the other side, beams nothing there. Now where Marcy's laying, it's like a couch. He said. They decided they were instead of paletting on the floor, they were going to share this space of the couch. Already fallen asleep. The dog is still unsettled, but laying still just next

to Marcia on the floor. So he goes over and this is right in front of this window. There's no curtain on it. He tells Marcy, make room whatever, let's go sleep, call it a night. So, as he's laying there, he's just about to doze off, hears a thump, this gradual, little thump. It sounds like someone tap in the window, but with something blunted. He opens his eyes. He looks there's no lights on it, so he can't really see anything,

but he keeps hearing it. So he rolls off the couch, grabs a flashlight and beams out the window, and when he does, he notices dark movement, not immediately up on the window, but close enough to where it startled him. So immediately he's putting on his gear, tells Marcy there was movement outside. He thinks the bear is back now. As he's doing this and telling her that, she's like saying, well, just leave it alone, it'll go away, Just come back

to bed. It's not worth He goes, yeah, but bears don't tap windows, and she goes, maybe it was nosing against the window or something. She's half asleep and he's just got to check it out. He gets on his stuff, not fully dressed, but dressed enough. Flashlight gun, goes outside. He's shining around and as he's panning, he sees nothing. He gets over to where they had their car parked.

He kind of flashlights, sees nothing. As he was moving away, he noticed at the top of the canoe, because it's still on top of their rig, he saw a movement, so he lifted the flashlight up. This thing that was standing behind looked up at him. He said it was damn near pitch black. There was a little bit of eye shine, not as much as he thought there would be, like it was looking away from the light. Maybe his assumption.

He was just spitballing. But when it stood up, it turned and just walked off, And I asked, was it a bear? Was it a bear? Stood up, looked at you, dropped down and walked off on fours He said no, it was on two feet. It was dark, almost pitch black, walked off into the tree line just off the little parking area there. He wasn't sure. His brain wasn't registering what he was seeing, but he knew he had to

get insides. He gets back inside, he startled. He smokes a cigarette in the cabin to calm down because he was just freaked out. Decides, I'm going to find something tack it over this window so I can sleep. He couldn't find anything, so he gets Marcia up, moves this little couch structure away from in front of that window so that it wasn't just right there, and was finally able to fall asleep. By early morning, they heard nothing else. The dog the next morning didn't want to go out

to go potty. He looked him around. It was still dark like morning, twilight, dead, quiet, nothing. He tells Marcy what happened what he saw? She says, same thing I brought up to him. Maybe it was a bear stood up, looked that you dropped down, walked off. He explained to her, No, it walked off. Essentially, they ended their trip like that. This place that they went to is right between Big Lake and Willow, So we got multiple instances in that

area of weird things. Jonathan, Ryan, Isaac, and Marcy, and there's been others. I can't pull them off top of my head. Me and Ryan were talking. He was suspecting that maybe they passed through this area in the fall and in the spring, going up across the Susitna River or something like that, which speculation. We're just spitballing you, but it makes you wonder because a lot of these things happen in the fall and then in the spring. I'm gonna get down to some analytical stuff as far

as the encounter type placement. I'm gonna get with Dave on that and maybe start breaking these down into categories. I'll spit ball with him, see what we can come up with. I'm gonna be doing something in the near future here about the missing people up here. You know, I get emails from people speaking about missing persons. No direct connection with the Harryman or whatever, but just some intriguing stuff. A lot of people just disappear without a trace,

just gone. It shouldn't be that way. There should be some trace of them being around. I thank you guys for your time. I'll see you guys on the next one.