SO EP:514 Bigfoot Owl Hoots

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out here? Did you see what it was? It was enough out here. Look, I'm new to the window now and I don't see anything. I don't want to go outside. Jesus quiney, charl see hello, get somebody out here? What quin announced their? I's thought of a bitch of about sixty foot nine? I don't know, easy announcer. Yeah, I'm looking right away.

day when she recorded it. Now, obviously those weren't al hoots because al's if you notice, for she hooted back in the amplified portion, you could hear one just go. Owls don't do that. They just don't. Not that I've ever heard. That comes from the Delta Clearwater River up in the interior. It's just an example of that alhut high pitch whistle, al hoot, the scream. Hear a lot about the scream. I'm working on a couple of encounters with some people from the village that had some pretty

horrifically horrible things going on. I'll pre warn people, but it involves dogs being killed and some other stuff, pretty horrible shit. The video comes from Miss Sally. Like I said, she lived up in the Delta Clearwater area. She didn't specify exactly when that was recorded, but it was either between twenty fifteen and twenty seventeen ish, give or take.

She was unavailable to go over some of the finer points of what happened during her ordeal up there, So I'm going to give you what I have already pre apologize to her if I get some things out of Lye. Chronologically, it started in December twenty fifteen. Her and her boyfriend at the time. She was in a rental house there right on the river. They had their own personal hot tubs set up on this little knoll next to their rental, not twenty five feet away. If that they get into

the hot tub, they're enjoying it cold minus ten. I don't get into hot tubs in that temperature. I don't care. It's the getting out that's the hard part. As they're sitting there trying to relax or whatever, they hear this high pitched scream type whistle coming from the river roar type scream whistle. Unless you've heard it, it's hard to explain. It is loud on multiple octaves all at once. It's jarring. It'll jar your system. Even if you hear it a

mile away, something will strike you inside. They heard that, and what the hell, what the hell is this? A rock gets thrown, bounces off of the hot tub. Her dogs would not go out use a bad She would typically let them out the back door. They wanted no part of going out the back door towards the hot tub. You got to understand, they're approximately seventy five feet off the river. I'm not far from the river. From that video footage, you could tell they're not far from the river.

That's not a pond, that's just a slow moving river. Dogs won't go out back. She has to force them out the front to the bottom of the stairs. They won't leave the bottom of the stairs. They handle their business. Not too many days later, she notices fresh tracks and the snow going towards her power pole. She figured meter reader went over there to read, but then at Donna onder, wait a minute, the meter is not over there, that's

just the pole. Upon investigating, she noticed in line tracks going right down the bank of the river and disappearing along the bank of the river. Just sorryings, tracks and whoops and haulers as their time goes on. There she's dealing with things like that, and of course the recording that you guys heard the al hoots. On top of that, she had made mention that she was really paying attention.

She said it seemed like activity would ramp up around April, die off over the summer, and ramp up again into the fall. Rocks being thrown in the river, all the al hoots, the screams. In twenty seventeen, her and her boyfriend bottle land bout half mile upriver from their rental. They're clearing a lot. As they're clearing a lot, there's rocks being thrown. There's more hoots, whistles, high pitch whistles, the dogs acting unlike themselves. Anytime these things come around,

they just wouldn't act like themselves. The hardest part was the rock throwing thing, because it was random. They get it built on what have you. They no longer live there. I didn't get a straight answer on whether it was because of these things are just life circumstances separated them from the area. Thank you, miss Sally for sharing that audio making it available for us to check out so people can get an idea of what we're talking about. When we say the imitation ol hoots, there's no mistaking

what you're hearing. Once you're hearing something imitate an owl, it's not a bear imitating an owl to lure in an owl to get and none of that crap. Only these things do that. Just keep that in mind. I got a report of recently a guy coming back from snow machining up off the Donaley Highway. He had some trailer issues. One of his tie downs came loose. He stopped and he was approximately he said, about two miles from Paxson, coming from the Donaley's side towards the Glen

Allen side, going towards the Richardson Highway. As he stopped to check his trailer because a couple of people were honking and flashing. He looked was tighthounds messed up. So he gets out immediately. When he stops his truck, a couple other people pass him. He waits for it to be cleared. He waited till he was on a straight stretch. Smart guy. He doesn't want to be on the bend of somewhere and someone come around the corner in the snow and slide into him. So he's being responsible. Well,

he waits for the traffic and he hops out. He goes back and he's ondoing a little sense strap and a little ratchets deal getting things cinched back down. He gets this eerie feeling like he's being watched. So he looks around to see if there's a snow machine or park somewhere, just you know, taking a break watching him. He didn't see anything. He turns around to directly behind him, there's scrubbrush and a couple of the black spruce that are starting to get up into the hills there. He

gets a creepy feeling. It's just he's just scanning the tree lined so he turns on and goes back to what he was doing. Alho, very similar to what the amplified version of that audio was, but he said it was much louder. He said it would have been like something a thousand pounds plus imitating an owl. He felt it in his body, the woo. He said, he felt a stirring in his spirit. Something told him he needed to pray right. So he's doing his ratchets strapped thing.

He starts praying out loud, Lord Jesus, please help me. I don't know what's going on, but I don't feel right.

to pray. It got dead quiet everywhere, he said. At one point he could hear snow machines off in the distance and stuff. But he said, in those moments, everything got dead quiet. He said his prayer, and then he said it out loud, and then noise erupted in this thing moved away. Just food for thought. That to me speaks volumes again. Thanks miss Sally. Truck driver with the snow machines, what we'll just call him Chuck. Thank you Chuck for sharing that. He just wanted anonymity. He didn't

care if I shared what happened. He just basically helped me out to get a pinpoint on the map so people are aware. That's another thing. Check out the map, the interactive map. Getting around to an update of Vincent Wassly's experience. When I initially had shared his experience up up the Cayagilic River, I hadn't spoken to his sister personally since the video uploaded, I've had a chance to

speak to her. He dug out some photos from a year or two after with the tracks and the tundra and whatnot, which is at the beginning of this video. Also a little screenshot of the map on exactly where the location was. Separate from Vincent's experience, I also heard from some different villagers about some very picking incidences. So back in twenty eleven, in the fall, Vincent, his sister, Grace, and another relative they went out moose hunting. They were

a good distance away from the village. What ended up happening is Vincent didn't eat that day. So where they ended up shoring up on the river bank. He decided to go up on the tundra, find a berry patch and eat some berries. He was about one hundred and fifty two hundred feet away from the river bank whereas sister and cousin were. As he starts to pick berries, he hears this long drawn out He says, it sounded

like a cow moose call, just drawn out. He realized after hearing it that moose don't make that kind of long drawn out noise. Bears sure, don't a man. A person just isn't capable that long and that loud, because he said it echoed around the lake, which if you look on the map, it's a fairly large lake. But as he was sitting there eating his berries, he came to the conclusion of it probably a hairy man, and

he got freaked out. While that was going on, his sister, Grace, and their relative were up on this little rise off in the distance. They saw what, she said looked like something tall and skinny and brown. She was expecting it to be a moose. This thing was going up the rise a little ways, like at a forty five degree angle, and coming back down by this tree. She kept expecting it to turn broadside see the moose, but it didn't. After watching it a little bit, she realized it was

a hairy man going back and forth. She said, it looked like it was looking for something, because it would come down by this little tree and just stand by the tree like it was looking at the tree for something, and then it would go right back over to where it was just real odd behavior, she stated. Her cousin didn't say much different as far as that was concerned, but once vincent gets back to the skiff from where he was, they just kept it on the hush because

Vincent was a little freaked out by it. Totally understandable for something to make that loud of a noise at that distance, for it to echo around. These are native villagers. They know their area. Just look at the map. They go around there all the time without a map. They know their area, they know what's in it, they know

where to go for berries for fishing. When Vincent gets back to the skiff asked, hey, did you guys hear that, they left it alone and said no. When Vincent until about a week or so later, heard a similar sound on a Bigfoot show, he was like, that was it. And that's when his sister and cousin came forward and said, we heard it too, but you were freaked out and we didn't want to keep you going kind of deal, which is totally understandable. Something to understand about a lot

of natives. They don't typically share these things. So I'm very thankful to Vincent for coming forward and be willing to share, because there's a lot of natives that want

to remain anonymous, which I totally understand. They have to live there, regardless if everyone knows it's there, there's still, for some reason, there's still this It's almost like a shame type of deal, even though it's not anyone's fault any of these experiences that I've shared with you guys, it's no one's fault that they were put in that position.

Separate from Vincent, in twenty twenty one, there was a group of women and children near the same area that a year or two after that experience Vincent had with his sister and cousin. They were further up the I believe he said it was a Johnson River near the Kowskag Mountains, and that's where the track came from. They thought it was a bear track initially, they followed it through the brush to the opening, saw what kind of

track it was. Tracking was over. If you look at those tracks, the amount of weight to break through to the soil that's immense, So you're talking thousand pounds plus. I doubt if all three of them that were there at the time jumped on each other's back, they could have impressed the ground that deeply. Very compelling stuff. I'm sure there's a lot of other villagers with a whole lot of stuff out there. It just doesn't get shared around.

We might see a blip on Facebook here and there, but typically because immediately people will start saying they're fake or whatever. Most natives they just don't post just because of the ridicule. And I don't blame them. Why I put yourself out there just to be shot down or made fun of or called the liar. Things of that nature. Separate from Vincent. These other villagers in twenty twenty one. They were approximately three point six miles outside of the village.

There was a group of women and children. The males that were in the party were off berry picking. The women and children were in this one area near the gifts, doing their thing, hanging out.

This went on for a while. They wanted to holler and get the attention of the guys that were in the group just down a ways, but they didn't want to draw attention to the people bury picking, pretend give the hairy man a reason to look after him, or basically didn't want to draw attention to the berry pickers, so they just stayed quiet. Once the people made their way back to the skiff, they pointed out they all looked, well,

this thing came and dropped down in the tundra. Whether it was hiding or disappeared somehow, they couldn't tell because of the distance, but it was definitely not a villager. It was too big. I'm just mentally envisioning this scene moving back and forth and then dropping down in the tundra. There's little drops, it's very uneven on the tundra. You'll have little mounds, you'll have smaller rises with maybe some black spruce, all this kind of thing. So it's a

very terrain. Even though it may look flat on a map, that's not the case. Once you get down to the ground, you got the spongy moss, the tundra, the berry bushes. It's a bumpy terrain. This thing had just dropped down. It was either hiding or something else. All they know is that it disappeared. My first thought when I heard

that was the spider crawl deal. Some creepy shit. Regardless, a lot of my fellow natives that share their experience, their integrity is such that if I missed up on something, I'm gonna hear from Vincent on this, because out from the village, you need to know exactly what batcha tundra, what this and that is. There was another barry picker

during that same thing where the one disappeared. Once they talked to this person later, which was right in the immediate area, just not right with the women and children and such. He had his own skiff and was doing his own thing, but near there he reported feeling watched and got creeped out and left out of there soon. So I didn't forget that part. Vincent almost did. My point being is very meticulous with the integrity of what they're sharing. If I missed anything, I'm sure I'll get

a text or a call from Vincent. He'll set me straight on it. So I apologize ahead of time. Vincent's experience happened in twenty eleven. The following year or the year after, He's not quite sure sure was when they got the photos on the tundra. The last part of this experience happened to separate villagers in twenty twenty one, three point six miles away from the village. Vincent is reaching out to other villagers to see if they'll come forward.

It can be tough just because of the amount of ridicule. There's people that will post on Facebook and immediately get ripped the shreds by others. It's really unfortunate because a lot of people doing that, dishing out the ridicule moren't likely have never gotten off their lazy ass and been out in the woods or anywhere remote. You got to understand, this is west of Bethel, north of Nunapitchuk. It's the epitome of remote. You can't get any more remote than that.

I make a joke, and I say it jokingly, but you step off the road anywhere in Alaska, you're automatically remote. It's just how it is. We have moots that come through, we have bears that come through, fox you name it. There's wildlife everywhere. It's one of the few places like I know down in the States there's black bear problems, stuff like this deer will come in. But up here, when the wildlife comes through, it's wildlife. There's no tameness to a moose. A moose will stomp you to death.

I got a moose that's been coming around for the past few days. I gotta make sure I watch out for the dogs. Go outside first and take a look around with the flashlight. Make sure there's not a moose betted down in your yard, because if you let your dogs out, they're immediately going to run towards the moose. Most is gonna stand up in Benji's life. You don't want that. That's an ugly scene. Trust me, you don't

want that at all. Thanks to Vincent, thanks to those other villagers, I also encourage other villagers who have had experiences go ahead and share. I'll keep your name out of it. If you want the exact locations left out, I've already done that several times for others. But let's get these things shared with everybody so that way it's more known and less likely to run into ridicule in the future. Again, I'm gonna think Vincent. Although those others who have shared, I want to thank all my fellow

Natives that have been reaching out sharing. I know it's not easy and I appreciate you coming forward again those who want to share and keep your name out of it, exact location out of it. I view it more public safety. So if you have something to share, just reach out, no judgment. Let me hear it. Even if I don't share it with others. It's good to get it off your chest, for one, but I'd prefer to be able to share with everybody under public safety. We all go

out in the woods up here. Today's share is a perfect example of that. Doug first Nations his wife Claire. He's been living in Anchorage for the last fifteen years since he got out of college. Now, his adventure started not this last fall, but the year before, where he went hunting outside of his traditional homelands where he's used to hunting. They ended up in a very familiar place to me, which is south of the d Nale Highway along the north fork of the Golcana River. Would be

south to Swede Lake, just north of the alphabet. Says. We call him the Alphabet Mountains on his hunting trip. That initially sparked his curiosity about the place. They had a great caribou hunt trip and he loved it. So he told himself when he made it back from that trip, I told his wife Claire that next year, I want you and his fifteen year old son to go with him. We'll just us three go. Because when he went, they saw a black bear, they saw some moose, and they

saw the cariboos. So in his mind's eye, it was a relatively safe place. Of course, he'd go bloated for bear, so to speak. He got a good vibe about the area and what was going on. He felt totally comfortable that this last fall, taking Claire and his fifteen year old son back out there. Once they got to the hunting grounds, that parking lot was packed, very packed, a lot of trailers and everything, and so he was thinking

the worse. He had invested money in new four wheel it won for his wife and son to ride on, went for him to tow basically their equipment. Just spend a good four or five, maybe even six days depending on how well it went out there. Well, he was like, yeah, dang, we're here, let's make the best of it. So they load up and it's a few hours, taking their time getting down to the north fork of the Golcna where

they crossed again. Once you pass Swede Lake on this particular trail, you have to drop down to the north fork of the Gold Cana. They had gotten to the crest to drop down to the river at daylight. It was frosty. It was nerve wracking getting down there. New equipment to him, he's an avid four wheeler rider, but just learning the quarks of the new machine. His wife not being very experienced, so he had a lot of concerns.

So he went down first with the trailer, and then they had a little handheld walkie talkies and he radioed up, come on down, ride the brake because it's a pretty steep drop. They get down there, they find a good crossing spot. It wasn't overly high because it hadn't been raining too much. They get a cross and it's shantytown. Anyone who's been there knows exactly what I'm talking about.

If it looks like Somalia with all little shannies and little makeshift hunting sites, and it literally runs along the trail all the way up to the foothills of the alphabets. Damned sing I've ever seen so. Once they crossed, he decides, I don't want to be in shantytown. He decides he's going to head basically due west. He picked a trail that was not the best trail that went right along the river, and it'd been obviously not well used or anyone to maintain, so as he's going along he'd have

to stop hack stuff down. It was work. So he finally gets to a spot and they cut across the tundra to the bottom of one of these buttes. Now out there, it's basically rolling hills. I don't consider o mountains, but whatever, big rolling hills and some of these butte like structures coming out of the tundra. He sees one off in the distance and says, that's a good one. I know right where to find the river. We won't get lost, easy to find camp at the end of

the day. We'll go there. They break trail, find some old trails and fight through and finally get there. After getting well familiar with this winch getting unstuck in everything. They pick a spot basically on a small shelf, and there's other shelves above them. Going up this butte now where he picked, he scouted first. Once they got there, the wife and the boy, Claire and his son were

eating lunch. They had premade some sandwiches or whatever, and he took a sandwich and went for a little walk, looking to make sure there wasn't big loose rocks, any kind of hazards that may come down on them. There was nothing. It was a shale like rock. Nothing to be concerned about as far as anything tumbling down on him. Satisfied with that, they break out camp now. He invested in a ten x twelve heavy duty canvas tent from Alaska Tent and Tark also bought a three four hundred

dollars a little wood stove. He wanted his family to be comfortable because he was cold the year before and wasn't going to have that for his family. He wanted, you know, comfort, go hamping, as he called it. They're all set up. It's just past midday when they're fully set up, maybe closer towards evening. He doesn't remember offhand, because there's so much going on with unpacking and getting stuff right and all that. His wife, Claire starts cooking

they brought a couple different ways to cook. One was to cook directly on the stove with the cast iron skillet or standard Coleman for burner. His wife's cooking on the four burner and they have it on the back of the kerfour wheeler. As she's cooking, he said, he kept carrying a weird, very sharp piercing whistle way off in the distance. It was the damnedest thing he ever heard, because it wasn't a whistle that he had ever heard in all of his years in Alaska. You know, he

chalks it up till I'm from up north. It's probably just something I haven't experienced down here, and it just didn't happen last year for whatever reason. So he's dismissing things. It gets to a point of this whistling over time, it's not happening out of regular cadence. It sounds like it's getting closer, and he's this is the Dana sing and it sounds like it's okay. In that area, there's a small little bit of a valley from the north fork of the Gold Canna to the Alphabets. It's those

a few beaver ponds. They got the river on the far side of the valley, various scrub rush and stuff, so he's thinking it sounds like it's coming from just up on our side of the valley, but who knows, Maybe it's a hunter. They're lost. They got a whistle to get someone's attention. So he's like, all right, since you're cooking, I'm gonna jump on my wheeler, since I had the more powerful four wheeler, and I'm going to go over that way, and I'm going to see who's

whistling and they might need help. And his wife's all fours, yeah, go ahead. He grabs his firearms, puts he had a four to fifty four cussole on his hip. I believe he just had a thirty out six rifle over his shoulder that our a three hundred win mag He had named both, but he said he brought one and I forget exactly which one. Anyway, high caliber rifle. He rips on out there, doesn't hear anything again, sees nothing, gets to a point where he just gets this overwhelming feeling

he's being washed and gets the creeps. He said he wanted to flee his skin, so he followed his gut, turned around and went right back to camp. He only went back about a mile and a half. Once he gets back to camp, the food has been done. It's getting cool. His wife warms it up a little bit for him, and they all took into the canvas tent and he's looking over topographical maps on where he wants to take the three of them first light, go looking for these caribou because he had a few spots he

had picked out the year before that. Oh, that would be a good spot kind of thing. He eats. They're all lounging around, just talking family stuff, just family talk. He went outside of the tent to use the bathroom. They brought one of those little five gallon bucket lovable loes. I actually got one over on my porch, basically a five gallon bucket with a makeshift toilet seat on the top that latches shut. They had one of those. So he went off to do his business. It's gutting on

in the dark, about twilight. As he's sitting taking care of his business, he hears a scream. It sounded way off in the distance. He said. The scream gave him the shivers from head to toe. He didn't feel it was natural. He finishes his business and commences to set up a tarp around this little porta potter area for his wife's privacy. Trying to think ahead. Just Board really gets it all set up, goes back in the tent.

Now it's on into full on dark. He said. It had been about forty five minutes had passed and darkness has set in. There's just the slightest twinge of twilight in the sky. He hears another scream that sounds like he's coming right up at the top of this butte that they're basically at the base of. And he was like, what the hell? He said. It was so ear piercingly loud, but yet low. It sounded like there was a couple off. There's one real high, one real low. It just reverberated

across the valley. He was like, Wow, that's going to wake a lot of people up. As he's sitting there contemplating the scream, he starts thinking back to his childhood and stories of the Harryman. He thought to himself. Initially, No, there's young hunters out there whooping it up, partying. They'll calm down. So he dismisses that. About another hour, he said, goes by his son out of boredom, Battery's dying on his little handheld video game. Decides he's gonna go out.

They were going to start a campfire, roast some marshmallows before calling it at night. He goes out, him and his boy. His mom's getting all the ground crackers and all that kind of stuff ready for the s'mores. They're building the fire and they hear another scream. This one sounded a little bit closer than the other scream, but he said it really spooked his son. His son didn't want s'mores anymore. He didn't want to be outside of

the tent. He didn't even want to be there, but he especially didn't want to leave the inside of the tent. In his young mind, that was a false sense of security, basically, I get it. So as Doug is sitting there talking to his wife, because his wife heard it very clearly, comes out and goes another scream that's not a closer, and so they're discussing this. As they're talking about it, they had just gotten the fire going. He says, I'm just gonna let this burn out. I'll watch it. I'll

keep watching and keep listening. You guys can stay in the tent. Or whatever, and she goes, no, I'll sit out here with you for a little bit. So as they're sitting out there, he told her some of the hairy man stories he had heard, but he was still basically on the fence. He goes, I heard the stories and I met people that told them to me, but I haven't seen anything, so I don't know. They sit there, they do their thing. The fire dies down enough where

he feels comfortable putting it out. They had limited fresh water with them and not an immediate water source to douse it, so he basically let it burn down a little more so he didn't have to use as much water to kill the flames. It had been not recently raining, but the ground was wet enough, but still just being responsible. As he's pouring the water and it's steaming and everything. Immediately, without the light of the fire, it starts getting real

dark around him. He has to pause what he's doing, go on in the tent, put on a headlamp, comes back out with his headlamp. On is doing his thing, kicking around the little pieces of log left and everything. His wife and son were inside and they were reading some book together. As he's standing by the fire. He said he heard what he thought was a rock tumbling down the side of this butte through the brush. He got small willows and alders and stuff all through there.

He was like, oh crap, there's a rock tumbling. I checked earlier. There was nothing loose. So he stopped and he's listening. He noticed that the sound wasn't coming directly down. It was going crisscross back and then forth with the noise. Once he started paying attention, it was easy for him to discern what direction the noise was going. It was something real heavy making, crashing and thrashing that happening. He

gets this eerie feeling of being watched again. This time it's three times as bad, four times as bad as what he felt on his little four wheeler trip. He goes inside the tent, tells his wife keep a firearm near you. I don't know what's going on, but there's something big moving around just up the hill from us. His wife wanted no parts of that. Shoe was like, we'll lead this shit here, We'll get on the wheelers

and we'll get out of here. He calmed her down and said, we can't necessarily do that safely in the dark and then cross the river in the dark. We can do it first light. She calms down. She grabs one of his firearms that he had brought for her to have protection if she stayed in camp or whatever. They had a king sized cot she's sitting on that. He's sitting on one end, but where the zipper for the door is. They're sitting there. They had a couple of those led lanterns on each side of the tent.

Up at the peak. Doug and his wife Claire were discussing what they were going to initially bring on their way out in the morning. Doug was telling her who he was going to get help to come and retrieve all the stuff. As they were discussing it, their son was in the corner of this tent area on his sleeping bags, just leaned back reading this book, but he would look over and watch his parents. And as he was doing so, he notices movement on the tent canvas.

Something was pushing it in and moving along on it. He immediately started pointing and was like, Hey, what's that, Dad, what's that? So Doug turns and looks and it's off to his side and it was just behind where the woodstove was. He saw the movement and said, hey, we're in here. Yells, and then here's stood and crashing into the brush. Everyone was freaked out. They ended up sitting in the center of the tent with guns nearby. His son knew how to shoot, so he made sure his

son was armed. They were basically all back to back periodically looking for movement on the tent. They heard the thrashing in this sho when he said hey, we're in here. It was dead quiet. The rest of the night. None of them slept until just before dawn. His son fell asleep, Claire was starting to doze. Just as they were starting to doze off up that beaute from where they were, he heard that scream again. Immediately everyone's back up. That was the last thing they heard and saw nothing this

whole time. They saw on nothing first, like comes they had the pertinent stuff. They wheelerd on out of there. Doug, I want to thank you for sharing. That not his real name. It was hard for him to share because it involved his wife and son in the situation. He has a different emotional reaction to that, that protective papa bear kind of thing, which I totally understand and respect,

But it was hard for him to share it. It was hard for him because it made him feel less than even though he did all the right things and was a man about it in my opinion, but in the moment he said, he felt very little. I get it, you know again, thanks to Doug and Claire for sharing. Like I've said before, I like to speak to the people a few times just to catch little nuances of what goes on, to share it in the right light, so to speak.

four different experiences. First experience was by Sophie's landing. Second, same area keeper cutoff that little islands between Portage and Black Bluff. He basically had three sightings and weird sounds in this area. But the fourth one that got him to stop was a charter Someone paid for charter service, basically freight. The guy was going up to the molchat in a river. Now, this guy wanted to get dropped off up there for two months with contact and whatnot.

Whenever he was in the area, Rick would go by or whatever. Let me start by sharing what initially happened. It was near Sophie's landing. He had a group of three people. They were fishing for nat kings. One of them caught one and had it on, and so everyone else reeled in their lines to not get it tangled, because those kings liked to fight and run around. So

he was doing his thing. He drops the anchor because they were drifting down and he wanted to stay put because he knew a little further down there was a bunch of dead fall in the water where the sama could get caught. So he dropped the anchor. And as he's dropping the anchor and he's tying it off on the front cleet, one of his passengers says, there's a bear on the bank. They're about twenty five feet from the bank and the bank is about four feet taller

than them. At that point, they were on the west channel, so don't worry about the bear. Were in the river, they can't get to us. He was just trying to call him a client and this person goes, that's not a bear. So he turns and looks and sees this black figure go from basically hunched over to standing up and walk off into the trees. And he was just stuck. He is that, what the hell was that. One of his clients is still fighting his fish at the time, so he just chalked it up. He goes, someone must

be doing something in the woods or whatever. And the client that initially saw it was like, that's no bear. That wasn't a bear. Guy catches his salmon. They get out of the area that was into that one second. One those little islands, which is basically a bunch of different runoff spots for when the ice backs up and stuff the little channels through there. I've shared there was a guy whose neck got twisted up in the same area. Area is known for activity. He gets screamed at with

a group of five clients. The second time. All they heard was a scream, but it was coming from up one of those sleus they were fishing for a northern pike. He didn't know what to make of it first time he had heard that and left it alone. Third sighting he had was on the opposite side of the river, just upriver from Portage. On the Portage side where the high bluff comes down basically cuts back down the river level, which is a little ways up. It's been a minute

since I've been up there. So they're up on that side and they're in the deeper channel again. His client gets his attention, points out, hey, there's a very big black bear up on the riverbank. Now at this point, they're about forty feet from the river bank. What he's done is he's anchored off in a little bit shallower part of the channel and he's having the people feed and run their lines down the deeper channel where the kings are. So he looks over and he sees a

black mass up there. He goes, oh, yeah, yeah, that's a good sized one or some hunter's going to be happy if he comes across him. This year, he's talking to clients about bears he's seen and everything right, and then Rick gets this feeling of being watched, so he turns it around immediately because he's got clients behind him as well, and he thought maybe one of them was

staring at him or something. Couldn't hear what he was saying because he was talking to a group of three and there's still a couple behind him, So he turns around. They're focused on their lines and what they're doing. He looks back over to the bank and he sees a face in the grass. He couldn't make it out very well, ashen gray, looked like someone had to park a hoodie on around the face, very broad nose, but what threw him off was the size of the head, and he

was trying to make out you might see things. It's like paradoia or something. He was trying to figure it out. When it recess back into the grass, he's like, that's really weird. One of the clients sitting there said, hey, I saw the black mass. That client saw it as well and asked, is that what the face of a black bear looks like? He said no. Immediately everyone stands up and they're looking back over to the bank because everyone there caught this feeling. He said, it was really weird.

It was all at once. Everyone's attention to the river bank as this thing it stood up. When it stood up, it had two pieces of a broken spruce tree, black spruce beetle kill. Obviously, because it's so you can see the bark torn on it from the beatles. So he said, this thing was holding two chunks and just looks at the people, kind of starts doing the swaying back and forth, lowers its arms and drops the piece as it turns

around and walks off into the trees. Everyone there was just like stuck, because he said, the weirdest thing about that experience was is everyone in an instant felt its presence and were drawn immediately to it. Everyone was chattering and immediately no one said hey, look, none of that. Everyone just felt it and Boop immediately had their attention. So they got out of the area. On the drift

back Doren, no one was really fishing much. They talked amongst each other a little bit about what they saw. It basically was quiet ride, he said. The rest of that day. Now, the ferry service, the freight service up to the Mulchatna. Now it's a river ride, trust me. From Dillingham to the Mulchattna by river, it takes a minute. You're just not doing it like immediately, especially laiden down

with supplies and stuff. This guy was going to prospect, which not the first time people have gone up there to do that. People do it all the time. Anyone who's been there, Hey, hit me up, let me know what you've dealt with on the ferry ride up there, or taken him in the supplies up there. He explains to him what I just explain to you guys, and told him to be careful and asked him what he

had for protection. The guy had a twenty two pistol for grouse small game to eat off of, had a bunch of canned goods, and he had a twelve gage shotgun, had a single box of rounds slugs. And Rick goes, you can't just have those five shots. You may use up two chasing a bear away, and then you have three. What if another one comes, you got to scare that away, then you're down to one or none. So he gives him a good dozen of his buckshot in twelve gage slugs.

They get up to the mouth of Malchatna and they're starting to go up to Malchatina. You know the Mulchatna rivers one hundred and forty three miles or something like that. That's the second largest tributary to the Nushigak next to the nu Yekuk. They get up there, and then once you get up above Kalignik, just up from their little ways, there's a bunch of what they look like islands, but what they are is just where water kind of passes

around ground ends up cutting channels. So it looks like they're islands now, but they didn't start out as islands. It was overflow from the ice They want have been through there, and he was just showing him some of a beautiful scenery. Right. They come back around and they start up the mouth of the Maulchata and the guy is looking at topographicals Rick slows down and asks to see where exactly are you trying to go? Rick knew the area. He wanted to make sure he gets the

guy where he wants to go. Guy's paying good money, gets the map from him, sees the spot, he goes, Okay, yeah, I know where you're going. So he gets up there little ways to where this guy's given information by whoever to go there to pan again. It's going to take him back to the Mulchattna hills, but where he wanted a camp was closer towards the mouths of the Mulchattna, not that far up. He wanted to take photos or do whatever. So they get there, he ties off and

he starts helping this guy unloaded stuff. Guy brought a canvas tent, little potbelly's stove to keep the place warm if he needed it. This was in June. It wasn't overly cold, but the guy wasn't from Alaska. Gets him and his supplies up on the ground, decides to give him a heads up because he's been that way before, and he goes, come with me, Graby twelve. Gage Rick had his fire arm on his hip. They walk up

the river bank away until the trees parted out. You could see some muskeg and then you can see the Mulchattna hills off in the distance.

Guy's like, hey, okay, I appreciate that. Rick feels better that he gave him information. They're heading back to this guy's camp. Nothing has been set up, everything's been laid out. He had a bunch of small, easy compacted packable mining stuff, panning and all that. As they're getting back to camp, this dark figure is on the opposite side of all the gear and walks off into the trees. The guy that he was bringing saw at the same time Rick did.

The guy immediately was like, that's a big bear. Rick goes, that's not a bear, that's a hairy man. That's a sasquatch over there. The guy laughs and he laughs real hard, and Rick goes, I don't think it's a good idea for you to stay here. They had stopped their walk. They're about twenty five five yards from the campsite when

they spotted it, and it walked off. When he's talking to the guy on the trail not far from the riverbank, telling him I think you should rethink staying here, and maybe someone in Koligniki can pay to ferry you across it and once every three days or something. He was trying to give him out, and the guy was like, no, I think I'll stay. So as they're having this conversation, the trees just inside the tree line starts shaking. A

scream comes from it, a bunch of crackings. If anyone's ever heard a beetle killed spruce tree, a dead one getting cracked, it's imagine taking three or four two by fours snapping them all at once. It is a loud noise. So they're hearing that going on. In the screams partial roar. The guy is down on his knees with his hands over his ears, freaking out, trembling. Rick says, we need to get out of here. The guy said, everything important to me is in my backpack on my back. He goes, well,

come with me, let's retreat out of here. We'll go camp out of click, Nick, and we'll come back tomorrow and gather up your gear when this thing has hopefully gone on its way. Guy agrees he has no argument at this point because he heard everything. The guy's freaking out. So he stands up. He's basically dragging his twelve gauge, holding it by the barrel and just dragging it. Rick said the guy was totally defeated. He could talk, but he had all his words were tongue tied. He was

trying to ask Rick what is that? That was the other thing that was coming out was what was that? And he goes, I told you that that's a hairy man. Then he starts asking him have you seen him before? He goes, I told you of the experiences on the whip. He goes, I thought you were talking trash. He goes, no, no, I wasn't, just trying to regale you with the lasking tails and whatnot. So the guy was like, okay, let's

just go. So they start walking together. The guy's dragging his twelve gage and Rick tells him put that damn shotgun on your shoulder and make sure you got to do it on safety till we get in the boat and we get away. As the guys racking around into the shotgun and putting it on safety, some more screams come, but there are a little bit closer, but still just behind where they stacked all his equipment. He said. It was a burst of brush and the little alder willows

and stuff. A whole portion of this guy's gear just gets flung out. Some of it landed in the skiff, some of it landed in the river, and another scream. Then this dark mass retreats back into the trees. Another scream, and they saw trees shaking and moving away from them,

and guys trembling again. Rick realizes this guy is mussling with his shotgun, so he grabs a barrel of the guy's shotgun and tells him, hey, like goes the gun, takes a shotgun from the guy, slings it over his shoulder and goes, come on, just follow me, stay behind me. There was crap in the end of the barrel he saw when he grabbed it. It was all plugged up with shit. That scene for the guy, so he gets the guy to follow him down. Has the guy get

in the skiff. The guy, at this point didn't give a crap about his stuff, gets in the skiff unties they start drifting away. He gets backed past. Guy fires up the engine to outboards, starts turning around. He's letting the current kind of swing the bow around as he's doing so and giving it a little bit of throttle to help ease it around. Some more of the guy's stuff comes flying out. Some of it went all the way across, and some of it landed in the river.

Some more screams. He got clear got out of there. Once they cleared the mouth. Clignik was just down river, but across the river. He asked him, do you want to camp out? And Klignik will get your stuff tomorrow. Hey, He's like, just to take me to the airport. So that's what he did. But because of that situation, the next time Rick tried to go out, he felt such a burden of keeping them safe that he couldn't do

it anymore. He couldn't put himself in a position to where he's responsible for their lives but yet truly ignorant to what could happen. He didn't want that on him, He didn't want that on his conscience. He didn't want that to be part of anyone's experience with him. He essentially quit. Rick no longer does that. He still goes out in the woods, but he doesn't bring people along. He just his passion is lost. And I understand that one completely. I really do I go out in the woods,

but my passion has gone from it. Yeah, I do it, but it's not like he used to be. Where before my experience in six I would yeah, let's go over that next hill. Nowadays, yeah, let's go over the hell, let's go see what's going on over there kind of thing. I know how it is to lose the passion. There's so many that suffer in silence. So again, if you need to get off your chest and don't want to share it on the channel, whatever, just hit me up.

Get it off your chest. Don't walk around with that burden because some people it's not all, but some people self medicate. They get in a bad way and you just don't want that. We'll catch on the next one. They say, you don't gotta go home, but you can't stay.