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Oh hey, Greening's friend Alaska. The share I'm sharing with you guys today. This happened back in nineteen seventy eight. Eric was on the cruiser team or something like that. He was working for the Tongas National Force down in Southeast Alaska on a particular two week off schedule that they had, they decided they wanted to go to this place called the Powers Creek. So Wolchel had told him
it was a beautiful place, good camping or whatever. But when I was looking up this place on the map to familiarize myself with the area, it's in the Endicott Arms. It's the Tracy arm Ford's Terror Wilderness area. Supposedly because the guy got trapped in that inlet for six days and icy waters, it couldn't get out. They went up in there at this particular place there's little waterfalls and whatnot.
The elevation gains rather quickly where they were cutting back in to camp out, hang out, just explore the area.
Southeast Alaska's beautiful. You can google this and that.
It's unreal beauty, untamed, wilderness, pristine. They get back up in there. The place they chose to camp was relatively thick brush. They weren't necessarily near salmon return streams. They were in a relatively bare free type of environment. None of them were armed. They didn't have any bear spray. They had some hatchets and shit like that. They get their camp the first night, most peaceful Sleepy said he
ever had walk up to a beautiful morning. However, half way through that day, he explained it sounded like the original scream originated further down the Endicott arm in the inlet. It was a hllacious scream, sound like they had never heard at that point. He had been working in the Tongas for less than a handful of years, but he was seasonal and he would fly in and out, and he had other things going on down in his home state. He would come up work that as a passion job.
What he was passionate about being out in the wilderness and Alaska's beautiful.
It was all over it.
Scream happens midday and they just look at each other and chalk it up till that was weird when they started naming off it was probably just a mountain lion or something, and they debated. Anyway, they went on with their day because it was at a distance away. It was loud, but at a far enough distance to where they weren't immediately concerned and it was easy to ride
it off as something. So they continue on. Now by the end of the day, when they got back to camp, because they didn't go far from camp, they were doing small circles, just checking the area, working their way out. The whole purpose was to explore. There was no fishing involved, no hunting, none of that. There are three dudes just wanting to check out the Alaskan wilderness see it with their own eyes. And they stayed in a tight group. They were smart enough they didn't wander off from each other.
They're basically doing this circle around, just checking out around camp and hiking up little ways and Powers Creek is at the base of some dumb glacier, sumdum glacier. They're
doing their thing. When they get back to camp, it threw them off because it was like everything in their camp was shifted in one way or another, kind of not jostled through, but just imagine someone going through your living room lifting up the couch cushion, not pushing it down all the way, you know, opening a cupboard door, and it's just little nuances they picked up on. But everything was relatively the same, but it didn't feel like the same. So they thought it was weird and just
chalked it up to we're just tired from hiking. Because it was the season of the Land of the Midnight Sun, so they get dinner prepared, and as they're finishing up their dinner, it was one of their jobs, they took turns washing dishes down at the creek to avoid attracting bears. Right, Eric's next oldest buddy went on down there to the creek to wash the utensils, the plates and stuff, keep
it fare friendly. Another scream came directly across the creek from this poor guy just minding his business scrubbing down these the pots of pants, dishes and all the little camping stuff they brought, and this thing screams at him. He didn't see it, but it screamed at him. Immediately, everything that was at the creek side left there.
He skidaddled back to the camp.
Eric and the other guy were standing there with their hatchets, and one of them had a full size axe. They were like, what the what the hell was that his buddy that ran back over? He goes, I didn't see anything, but it was loud. Something's big over there. They're roughly one hundred and fifty yards from this creek, so this poor guy was real close to the hairy man screaming at him, and the other ones were one hundred and fifty yards away and still felt it felt the scream.
So as they're circling the wagons looking all around, it's getting on into dusk time. Now it's not going to get fully dark, but there's enough trees they're and old girl stuff to where they're under canopy. It's going to be dark for them, darker than it would be had they been out less forested area like where I am. Now they get their game plan. They're going to build a big fire. They'll take watches if they have to get tired, because they want to try to find out
what this is. One of his friends brings up the Bigfoot footage, you know, Patterson Gimlin footage and whatnot. They're all sitting there debating and like, nah, I couldn't be you know, Nah, that was a guy in a suit.
Just stuff like that.
Just as they were getting ready to finalize who's going to take first watch so the other ones could sleep, the screaming started very nearby. From more than one. It was literally north southeast west. It wasn't exactly north southeast west, but they were staged in an exact pattern. I get the goosebumps thinking about it. From what he was trying to explain because he got uttered up a little bit explaining it to me because of relieving it. The emotions
involved was palpable. He decides he's going to the next following day go down and attempt to flag one of their buddies who had a boat that.
Was going to be in the area every day.
And he said a certain time if you got issues, be done on the beach and waved me. They had certain backup plans as far as emergencies right, talk to his buddies, said tomorrow during that time, one of us, if not all, probably all of us will go down there and wave and get attention and we'll get out of here because something ain't right. So they got all that down and basically plodding on vacating the area.
There.
He said there was such an ominous feeling that he couldn't sit still. He would be trying to do something to get his mind off of it, but he couldn't. He was too fidgety. He could not relax. There was no relaxed feeling. As it got progressively a little darker, they started hearing the movement. Every so often there'd be a volley of screams. As soon as one started, they all started. It was coming from one area first and
then the other ones just filled in right after. So as this kept going on, they noticed that the screaming was always moving, but the distances were always the same, and it was like they stayed in the same four point kind of configuration, kind of rotating around their camp. And he said it felt like they were being pressured to leave. They had gotten back to back, stoked the fire, and just resigned themselves to whatever's going to happen is
going to happen. We have basically no way out. They keep moving, they keep screaming, but the screams were not as loud as the first few. These things were close enough into the trees to where even the low level screams were absolutely terrifying. Still felt them through the body. Things of this nature. So what they decided to do is start breaking down their camp. They wanted to break down, but then things started flying in, hitting the fire, hitting
around them. It was getting to a dark point where they could tell some of them are sticks, some of them are small rocks. As they were trying to kind of pack things up, they ended up not getting much done on that aspect. It went on like that. The rest of the night, they were dead dog tired. But as soon as it was getting lighter in the morning, as soon as it changed and it was obvious it was going to be getting lighter and lighter, all activities stopped.
It went dead quiet, not a sound in the forest. So they're a little tired. They figure, okay, let's go together. We'll stay super close. We got our hatchets in the axe, and we'll get down.
To the beach. We'll wave the guy down.
At this particular time, it was sometime first thing in the morning that if they were going to need help to be waving or whatever. So they get down there and they're at the beach and daily passerby doesn't show up. They're sitting there most of the morning and most of the afternoon hoping that this guy comes by. They made no attempt to go back to their camp, none of that. They stayed right there. They had brought a couple of
small provisions. They were eating spam out of the can and some kind of black beans or something like that. So after they get done with their little meal, they decided, let's just get back to camp. Let's get our stuff packed up. We'll just camp down here. We'll just make this our camp.
They go back.
Their camp is thrashed, nothing tore up, just like a tornado hit and spread it all around and everything. So they took the time helping each other gather it. Two would stand guard, the other wood pick stuff up, and so on. They got everything rearranged, they moved down closer to the beach. They decided once they got to that point, because it took a long time to scour and find their stuff, I would have left it, but they were killing time anyway. They figured, let's bring our stuff with us.
They get to their second place where they were going to camp. This is night number three. First night they slept great, and second night had them rotating around screaming. This is their third full night. They decided they're going to set up one tent. They'd sleep in rotation. Two would stay up, one would sleep, and so on. So they started that process, and as soon as it started getting.
Dusk, the scream started up again. Same pattern.
There was four rotating around every so often, but always in an ex configuration. It seemed to be from how it sounded distance of doing the same thing at the time, he said. He took notes. He was writing down certain cracking sounds. Things started flying in again. It was a repeat of the night before. Basically terrified. None of them got sleep, even when they would go into the tent
to sleep. They just couldn't shake this. So they're exhausted, they're starting to get emotional, they're starting to infight a little bit, arguing with each other, just stupid shit, just out of fear and anxiety. The next morning, they run down to the beach because they eventually did fall asleep for a little bit. They didn't mean to, but they were over exhausted and they fell asleep for a few hours. Nothing happened to them, thankfully. They get down to the
beach without packing up their stuff. They left the stuff and try to hurry down to the beach. They're waving and flag, you know, they're looking for anything to wave at, even if it wasn't their buddy. They had planned on being out there for damn near the whole two week off. So they're packing can goods, they're packing all sorts of stuff. As they're going back to gather up their stuff. They
needed to eat, they needed their provisions or whatever. So they all go back up together and again campus is thrashed, everything jostled about. They decide, we'll just pick up the pertinent stuff and leave the rest that we won't need, and we're just gonna stay down on that beach and flag down whoever in the hell we can. We'll start a signal fire. Whatever we gotta do, let's do it.
They sit there, gather up pertinent and stuff, important stuff, all that kind of thing, some survival stuff, one tent. They leave the rest of the stuff. They go down to the beach and set up a small camp. They're gathering up wood together as a group, moving as a group, collecting this wood to make a signal fire. Have some spruce boughs to make it smokey whenever they see a vessel coming by or a plane. At this point it didn't matter. They decide they needed a few more things
from that camp. After they got everything set up, they got the fire going or whatever. It wasn't dark out, but they decided they're going to go together and go back up and look for a couple more things. He had some equipment that he didn't want to lose. He wanted to go back and get it because he realized he had forgot it. As Eric is in the lead of the group. They get back up into where their camp was, and this time it wasn't just jostled about.
Things were torn into small pieces.
Something just sat there just tearing up pages of a phone book and just spreading it around that pieces of tent. Everything was everywhere. They were unable to find anything of any value. Any can goods that were left were smashed. He said that one of the they had a foam type.
It wasn't necessarily a cooler.
It was like one of those old style lunch boxes, like the igloo style. It was like a foam interlined plastic shell basically with a top. They found that and a huge, muddy, greasy handprint was on top of it. He said that the top of this little cooler type deal was approximately fourteen by eighteen in size, so you know you're looking at something like that, not very big. But the handprint, he could tell that the fingers would
just hang over the side of this state. They could see the whole palm print, part of the thumb, and part of the other fingers on this. So it was a massive hand that had pushed down on the saint.
The way it was.
Pushed down is it pushed the lid and split the sides a little bit just from the pressure.
So they get the hell out of die.
They get back down the beach and immediately the whole way back down the holy shit, this is like we got a big foot. There's more than one this and that they were talking about it. The debate was over for all three of them in their minds. Now, as they're down at the beach, they're breaking up the spruce boughs to make sure that they could easily get that fire smoking when they needed to. It's not dark out,
but it's not light either. So where they were dropped down onto the beach in elevation from where they were it was a little bit of a rise, and then the tree line a little ways back. Now, at this particular point, he said that even though it was light on the beach, the tree line and the canopies of the trees it was a lot darker, and they started hearing movement back and forth up and down the beach
line within the trees. Now, when they were discussing what the hell they were going to do, there was an overwhelming sense of terror because now these things are acting, pacing all around them. So they're in a living world to terror at this point, and they keep hearing it bashing back and forth, and they weren't sleeping. They were just literally sitting there listening, stoking the fire and listening.
It was just movements, that's all they heard. They didn't hear any other screaming, and no al mimics, none of that. It was just pure stalking and walking back and forth like pacing. But they could tell it was still at least four of them now as morning was breaking the next morning, just above where they were hearing the movement, there was a little bit of a clear spot before the tree line tucked back away from shore a little bit and then cut back. As they were looking the
whole time, didn't notice this thing. When they did notice, it was standing there next to a big old tree, just watching them, and it dawned on them. For hours, they had been scanning back and forth and overlooking this thing.
He said.
It was less than fifty feet away, right up the bank from them, right over by some trees the whole time. Massive, he said, it was at least fourteen foot and tall, at least five foot wide, somewhere in that range. It had the appearance of being a very dark brown to blame kind of coloration to it. Only when they realized
and started looking directly at it did it move. It made itself more visible, then turned around and walked off into the trees, and they listened to it walk from where it was up to directly above them and start pushing and breaking trees just above them. A couple of the tips of the trees came falling down near them to where they're backed up towards the waterline, and they're
freaking the hell out. This thing screams horribly loud, and then they hear thrashing through the trees as it runs around and back over towards by where it was, and then they heard it run back the other direction. Then as soon as that stopped, the other ones they heard pacing. We're all just right up in the tree line. They could see the silhouettes of these things, and they were moving like leapfrogging each other and moving back and forth
into the trees. They were focused on that. Just as they're focusing on that, they hear the sound of an outboard out behind them, so.
Immediately they turn around.
They start flinging on that spruce boughs onto their fire it was their friend, and their friend was coming directly for them.
It was just coincidental.
The guy wasn't going to be around to retrieve them at the end of the week or however long they were going to be there, so he was coming early regardless, thankfully, to retrieve them and get them out of there, because no one would be available to come and get them.
Just happenstance, So they're thankful. As their friend is getting closer to shore, his friend circles around a couple times and his pointing and is telling them move down the beach right, So they're immediately like, they turn around, they're looking. There's that big one up on the bank just above them, just inside the trees, looking right down at him.
Stay tuned for more sasquatch out to see.
We'll be right back.
After these messages. Their buddy in the boat saw it and was like, move further down to get away from that thing kind of thing. Because the guy they could barely hear him because he's still in the boat, going in circles or whatever and screaming move down.
So they take off.
They left what they had right there on the beach and ran down the beach in the little ways, and the guy cut in. They all jumped on and got out of dodge.
He said.
Once they got on the boat and pushed off the buddy that saw it in the tree line, that was coming to pick him up in the skiff kept going back and forth in the skiff, and that's when the other one started throwing big rocks towards them. That's when they got out of there. That happened in nineteen seventy eight. I got this email a little while back, been in correspondence trying to get the overall feel of what these
guys were dealing with. There's something to be said about seeing them versus not seeing them, which is more terrifying. I would much rather see it and no pinpoint. It's location versus guessing, especially if you're making your way through the trees. Good God, it didn't stop Eric from going out in the woods. He continued going out in the woods, never in that area again, but he checked out places around who knows sid good. There's a blanch of different
little islands in there. In the inside passage explored a bunch of those areas. But he said it seemed like from that day forward, anytime they were any more remote.
Than just the coast.
Anytime they would go into the trees anywhere, he always felt watched, which is understandable. I still feel watched to this day. Let me share it to something that happened to Walter, Bernice, and Michael. Walter and Bernice are the parents Michael's and adult son. They were on the Tailor Highway. This is approximately a week they said. It was near a Mosquito fork of the forty Mile River, which is not too far from the Canadian border, north of McGrath and all that between highway to up.
Towards where the two highway ends.
So they're dragging this toy hauler right, sixteen footer, double axle. They had a bunch of toys they were going to play. Michael graduated college up here. They're all from out of state, but he graduated a couple of years ago, and this was the first opportunity for Tim and his parents to get together and do some family stuff. So their cruising along and Walter and Vernation on the front and Michael was napping in the backseat. He had had a good
time with his buddies the night before. They're going along and they're coming up on the Mosquito for it's a bridge that goes over it. They didn't specify exactly how big. They were a little freaked out of what they were dealing with. They said, as they were coming along they thought they saw three people crossing from one side to the other. They said they were thrown off because these people looked huge and it appeared they had teals, so they weren't sure it was someone just dragging like a
fly fishing rod. Case they're about three foot.
Long, fourth with long and tubular or so.
They just chalked it up at first till they got closer because these things weren't running off in any particular direction. They were just crossing. They are looking from a distance. They were about three hundred yards out when they initially saw what threw them off is as soon as they saw them by the sign that said Mosquillo fork or whatever.
But as they were coming up on it, the things had already gone off the road, and they figured fishery were going down below the bridge to flyfish until they got near that sign, and some of that sign was about nine feet off the ground, and these seeds were roughly the same height as that, so that got their attention. They slowed down, they stopped. Michael was awake at this point because his parents got his attention, saying, hey, look at those people or what have you.
So everyone was on point.
Michael grabbed his rifle, jumped out, ran across the road to look where these things went down. Saw that thing, heard nothing, it dead quiet. He comes back up to the truck and he's talking to his dad through the window and he's asking them, what exactly did you see in his dead So we saw three beings and it looked like they had tails.
Michael said that he's going to go take a closer look.
So he goes over to the bridge and as he's looking to see if he could see anything, he hears some weird noises and chalks it up and says, let's go across the bridge, sit and wait and see if these things come back out. Let's see if we can get a perspective from across and look back and see if we can look down at them and figure out
if their flight fishermen or not. He jumps saying they cross, they had to go up a little ways to turn around to come back and be facing the direction, and as they were sitting there, parked Michael was just about to get out when they noticed one of the figures down below the bridge.
It was at a downward and go off to their right just a little bit.
They see this thing moving in and out in between some trees, is peeking up at him.
What threw them off? This whole dark it was?
He said, it was really black, but it appeared to have a lighter colored face, and they couldn't make out exactly the tone of the face at that distance. They were just confused by it, and they heard some splashing going on. They were like, that's weird. Michael Jim's out, has his rifle. He goes over to the side of the bridge, starts looking in the direction they're.
Seeing this thing.
He's sculping, but he's not out to shoot anything. He's trying to get a better idea of what the hell they're looking at. As he's doing that, he still hears the splashing, but he's not seeing anything at whatever's going on is just out of his sight. As he's assessing what's going on, the guard rail flow the bridge starts and he sits right next to it, leaned up against it, still tired and hungover.
Adela Honesty as what was going on.
So he was looking around, taking a beat every once in a while, just trying to see what was going on. And as he's doing that, he's the truck's right behind it about fifteen feet His parents are doing it. All of a sudden, his dad, Walter it starts laying on the horn Arnolds and gets his attention. He jumps up, runs over to his mom's passenger window to ask what the hell, and his dad's pointing across the street on
the opposite side of the bridge. There was this feed here standing there about nine foot tall, kind of doing a little squat thing, and it was like doing this rock a by baby motion with his arms of us and they were all stereo, like, what the hell are we really looking at? So Michael's holding the rifle and he has no thought of even attempting a shot.
It was the last thing in his mind, he say.
Walter said that he felt like he was having heart palpitations because of the shock. Bernice was just kind of quivering crying on the verge of an all out breakdown because it was so surreal. It's standing there doing this squatting kind of baby rock and just creepy shit. But it seemed unafraid. It seemed unafraid of them. It didn't appear to be nervous. It started smiling. And that's when Michael couldn't hag. He started crying because it just seems
so unreal. So he jumps in the back of the truck. He tells his dad, we gotta go. His dad Walter is still staring at the same transfixed. He is not hypnotized, per city, but he's just stuck on what the hell? So he gets Walter's attention. Michael deshon in the backs. He says, hey, dry dry, Dad drying. So they take off and they go back across the bridge the direction they had initially come from. Had to go down and road a little waves. Everyone was clearing their head. Walter
snapped out of it. He goes, get my digital camera out of the glom box. We'll go back by and get picture in this same No one's gonna believe us. So they find spot. Turn around that toy huller. He did like an eight point turn on this little spot. They got turned around to come back. As they're about one hundred yards from that same bridge, they see one on the opposite side of where they were just parked
run across the direction they saw the one standing. The one that was standing there initially was no longer there. So they slowed down and his mom's trying to turn on the camera, but the battery is dead. Everyone starts digging out their cell phone for the cell phone camera.
All of them are dead.
They'd been charging them on the road with the road charger, the plug in and the dash and what have you. It made no sense because they were up on keeping their GPS charge everything.
They kept charge to the fullest at all times.
Even if they just took a few photos, they would immediately recharge the battery. Because it's Alaska, you never know when you're going to get to another power source. And as they're coming up to the bridge, they get across it and they've slowed way down because they're still trying to figure out how we're going to get a picture of this. They really want to capture some kind of evidence. Now they got this safety and foot toy hauler behind them. As they come across the bridge and they go to
start breaking, there's still nothing to be viewed. All they saw last was this thing crossover to where the one was standing, and there was no other activity going on. They're still in shock. Michael says, stop the truck. I'm gonna go look over the bridge. I have my rifle. I'll be okay. Bernice is freaking out, saying, Helen go, so you stay in the truck.
We'll just drive on.
We don't need a picture. We don't have to tell anybody. Michael goes, I need to see what this thing is, so he jumps out. He immediately goes over to the guardrail because they haven't fully crossed the bridge yet and he's not far from the end of it, but he's up at a bandness point where he can look down into a little ravine the bake of the little creek or whatever to try to see what was going on. And they see nothing. His dad will saying, you have
to know there's nothing there. Just go ahead, come on, and Michael goes, no, I'm gonna try. I'm gonna look on the other side. Pull forward a little bit because he didn't want to have to walk all the way around the backside of the boy hauler, and he didn't want to jump over the fifth little attachment, they said, and they had some stuff dangling down or something.
It boiled down to He wanted his dad to pull forward, basically is what it was.
So he does that. He around where Dad stopped a little short. He cuts around and goes to the other side, and he's looking down that direction. As he's looking down that direction, and Dad's got his window down and telling them, hey, it's not worth it. Just get in the truck. We'll just get the hell out of here, out of nowhere. Michael turns and bolts for the truck. He gets the truck, he jumps in and says go. Just as he's yelling go, they hear a bunch of rocks hitting the toy. Haull Er,
just do it was real, loud dunts. They sent a picture, but it is fully decaled. In a family business, there is no way to show you guys have photo and keep their manymity.
So the rocks mirage.
For whatever reason, his dad only pulls forward just about forty fifty feet. Michael's saying, Dad, you gotta go. Bernice's breaking out. His dad was looking off the side of the road. As he was doing that. Michael noticed looking in between his paris because they were both transfixed in that direction. There was a very large one that appeared to have a tail flopping back and forth behind it.
It was holding a boulder in its hands, almost in a I dare you to move, I dare you to do something kind of energy, is what they were saying when they felt it.
Wasn't n mind speak or anything like that.
It was strictly an expression on his face like it wanted a fight, like it wanted to throw the rock, basically because they had already been throwing rocks, and as a matter of fact, he doesn't remember them stopping throwing rocks until they left there. But what it ended up packing was Michael stuck the rifle out the window, popped
around that startled it. It went down into the brush just out of you, and that's when his dad was able to snap out a bit gun it and they continued on up the Tailor Highway, following forty mile river on up to where they were going.
Now, when they.
Got to the place they were going, they tried to talk to the person they were going to meet, and the person they were going to meet was like just dismissive off the bat, because this is something they had known for several years in front of the family. You know what, I'm since Michael was in college, and Michael's good buddy was this person's son that were roommates in college and so on, so there was a history and
they knew each other. They communicated over the years. This person was very dismissive, so they just basically shut down about it. I've heard of tale's ancient tales of these things having tales in the Copper River Valley up Hammers. Peterson did a show a while back calling name I forget what they called him, and his retelling of whatever
incident was happening. These creatures had tales as well, So geographically speaking, it's not all that far from where the ancient tales of these things having tales and living in caves along river banks stem from. I don't know, but to hear about having tales about four foot long stick diameter, that's a totally new one to me. That happened approximately They got a hold of me at the beginning of the week and it had happened a few days before, so we're looking at a little over a week ago
that this happened. Obviously traumatized. Just talking to them on the phone, you could hear the anxiousness in their voice as they spoke, because when one was talking, there'd be the other one in the background, like his mom Bernie would be saying, don't forget about the cameras dying things like that. They're all trying to get all the information on it once. So I had to kind of look at tell me what you saw totally, and you know, we'll take it from there.
Whatever.
But I've never seen one or heard of one with the tale never really caught my attention. They said there was three total that they saw. Every single one of them had a tail. They were very sincere about what they felt they saw, so I can't just dismiss it because I'd never seen that. Also here in Alaska, I haven't come across a single good experience, even First Nations.
It's all bad.
There's no middle ground for gifting or then being forced friends. You're none of that, not a peer, not then I've heard grant sha, I'm not everywhere. No one has shared anything like that with me from up here. The only place I've heard that is from encounters down in the States or whatever. So I don't know, but something to think about. But you got my attention. Their description, their sincerity, Yeah, it's intriguing. For sure, we'll catch on the next month.
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