SO EP:516 Bigfoot Honeymoon

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out here? Did you see what it was? It was enough out here looking them new to window out and I don't see anything. I don't want to go outside. Just fine, Hello, hit somebody out here? What went on out there? It's thought of a bit of about sixty nine?

Just a little nittnoyd things, nothing too major. Again, they were there to enjoy themselves. On the third night, which in May, it's getting into land of the midnight suntimes, so it doesn't get overly dark in the sky, but in the tree lines, because the leads were all popping out, it's dark. They kept hearing this weird owl hoot. This owl hoot kept getting their attention. It was at a cadence of every few seconds, just as hoot over and over.

They were concerned there was an injured owl. So Josh commenced, bridget Hey, follow me out.

way in and out the front door. There's two windows, one on either side of the door, one on it would be the left hand side as you're facing the cabin, and then one in the far back just above this makeshift. He's looking out these windows that he could trying to determine where is this owl, what direction should we look. He finds his flashlight, nice bright eight hundred loomin job. He checks it. It's working just fine, grabs his forty five auto holsters. It didn't want to go out there

potentially walk into a bear, which is smart. At least he had something on his hip bridget. As soon as they step outside the door, there's a very small deck, not even quite eight feet, just a small square deck, and there's a few steps down.

they went with. So he lights up and he's walking around the circumference of the cabin, just checking out the tree line. It's thick vegetation in there, all the way around this place. The mosquitoes are still biting, so he's chewing mosquitos and doing his thing with his flashlight. As he's walking, he hears something behind him. It turns around. It's Bridget followed him. She was going to stay on the porch, but she decided to follow. She kept telling

him something doesn't feel right. I feel like we're being watched.

So he beams and initially they saw some eye shine and it moved, so they figured, oh, those look like big eyes. Owls have big eyes, so hey, it's an owl. It moves, so they're like, oh, and then the hooting stopped. The mosquitoes are thick or whatever, okay, in their eye. They confirmed it was an owl. They go back inside. No harm, no foul, We'll check on it when it's brighter out tomorrow morning.

the shadows the darkness in front of her. So she just chalked it up to, oh, I'm moving my head and it's making things look like they're moving right, fair enough. Josh is sitting on this little couch. He's playing solitaire with the deck at cards. They're talking about I'll ask you how much fun has been the past few days, and discussing maybe one day in the future will have

a cabin. As they're having this conversation, Bridget's staring down into the sink doing something with the meat she was preparing. She was cutting off excess bat or something, and as she's doing that, she notices what she thought was her reflection in the window, the mirrored effect. Right, she looks up and sees this thing staring at her. Literally a foot and half away on the back side of the sink is this window and this thing staring at her.

dropped what she's doing. She's stunned, and she takes a few steps back and trips over this little bit of a lip. They had a piece of trim that went from the linoleum to a little bit of carpet there.

going over the window in the little makeshift kitchen. Now, let me give you a size reference. This cabin was approximately twenty foot wide twenty six feet long, a good sized cabin. The kitchen part would be the last third of this cabin. As she tripped right around the third the distance of this place right the windows immediately off to her left, and the one that she saw it in is immediately in front of her. There's a couple poles down the middle of this cabin that held up

the root in the center. As he's going forward, she grabs his clothes. It's probably just a bar. Looking and curious, she finally caught a breath and says, no, it's a monster. It's a monster. He's like a monster. We're new to Alaska. This's playing tricks on you. He's turned away from both windows. He's got the window that was behind his back over his right should and the other one over his left shoulder, and her in front of him.

of up yours. Then it moved out away with the window. Immediately, he's panic stricken too, because he's what the hell is this?

pulled together because they're literally in shock. They were not expecting to be dealing with something looking at them in the window. They expected to see some bears and maybe get you some photo ops with a bear or whatever. They were basically freaking out. He was shaking really hard. She was inconsolable for about an hour. They stayed in there. The only reason he went back out is they started hearing a thumping on the front porch, just this low.

It wasn't at a regular cadence. It was just every once in a while bump, and then it would stop for a little bit and then would continue again a little bit later. That drew him out of that room. When he came out of the room, he has his flashlight. They still had the lanterns and stuff going. They had led lanterns with fresh batteries in it, so they would last all night.

leave the light on and be easily seen. He didn't know for sure what they were dealing with, so he reverted back to tactical training type stuff. He goes up to the front door and he peeks out the window. He looks around, he sees nothing. He decides, all right, whatever this is, I'm going to rack a few rounds into the lake and let it know that guns live here and maybe it'll just go away.

He said it was similar to that that's what he equated it too. He kicked the door shut, and he's sitting there, he's trying to figure out what the hell is that, because that growl continued and he could feel it in the floor of the cabin. He said, he never felt that kind of fear. Now, this is a soldier that was in for a good number of years and did a lot of tours in the sandbox his words,

not mine. Combat bet been there, done that, been shot at, had to do the whole nine And he said he never felt the kind of fear he felt from that growl. As he got up, pulled himself together, he knew immediately whatever that was is awfully damn big. In the forty

five he had, he felt insufficient with it. He had a twelve gaate that he had brought under the bed, so he goes and grabs that, gets it loaded up, comes out, does this thing again, looking out the windows, didn't see nothing, steps out, looks around, pops a couple of rounds from.

the lamps. They brought the other one with them. They shut the bedroom door, and they used the small dresser that was theres more like a little night stand dresser, you know, with two drawers. He slid that in front of the door, and they basically stayed held up into the corner of that bedroom until morning.

hell this is. There's obviously more than one. We can hear the screams, and he's trying to tell her, look, we literally have at least three more days before anyone gets back here, which weather depending, we don't know for sure. So wrapped her mind around that thought. She doesn't like it. He's not happy about it either. Next morning comes, they didn't sleep a wink. Once he went out and everything was clear, Bridget calmed down, en up, and she crashed out.

Now when she crashed out, she slid that same night stand in front of the door, basically essentially locking him out of the room as well, which he was okay with because she was really dealing with it. He's basically up. He makes coffee, he's doing his thing. He's trying to keep his mind off of it, but at the same time situational awareness.

bit of rest. They go outside armed, of course, she was carrying his forty five. He had the twelve gage. They circled around the whole cabin looking for any sign of anything. There was tore up ground all over the place, so he couldn't make out if it was a clump of grass, dirt, or what have you. He just knew it wasn't a rock because of the sound. They look around, they don't see no tracks, so they go back inside. They calm down. Night comes, nothing happened. The next day comes,

nothing happened. Now the night before their ride is supposed to fly back in to pick them up from their honeymoon. Just as it's starting to get into dusk, they hear the al hoot again. Now when they hear the a ol hoot, this time, they shut down everything, retreat into the room. Next morning, they hear the plane fly by, and they know that that's the sign to get their stuff ready. The plane's gonna land. Get them out of there drop off where they were bringing in. They were

going to head home from their honeymoon. Once they heard the plane, they do their a little unbarricaded and they were already packed. They come out. It was about a half hour before the plane actually landed and taxied up to the little dock there. They had a little pep talk amongst each other about bringing it up to friends and family that were showing up.

a firearm. Now that's twenty twenty hind sight, I'm sure in the moment it felt a lot different for it. But I'm going to thank Josh and Bridget for sharing that with me, being patient with me getting back a hold of them. I wanted to share with you what comes from Oscar. Where this happened was along the Copper River, approximately about ten years ago. Oscar raised in the area. I grew up in the area, was back visiting family. While he was visiting, one of his aunties asked him

to collect some basically, to go collect some fireweeds. He takes off, breaks a three fifty seven pistol with him, goes hiking along the trail that was just adjacent to the river. It was actually a smaller river that immediately blows right into the Copper River. He left specifics out because his family still lives there. How activity is still going on. He doesn't want anyone rushing to the area. He's hiking along. As he's hiking along. To his left

hand side is the river. Into his right hand side is a bunch of tall grass, some fireweed, a tree line app asimately about sixty yards off, but that sixty yards off varies because ebbs and flows back and forth, closer to the river bank, further away, and so on. He's walking along, he's not all that far from whereas An and other relatives are at. He's roughly a quarter

mile away. Now. As he's going along, out of the corner of his eye, he notices brown hopping in the grass roughly about thirty forty yards off, about half the distance between him and the tree line. It caught his attention immediately. He's thinking, oh shit, there's a bear stalking me. So he pulls out the pistol and starts yelling, Hey bear, Bear, Hey bear. He noticed it still just kind of just sees brown what he assumed was for at first, hopping

just above the grass height. He was really confused because he'd never seen a bear move like that. Immediately he thought, compromise, bear, even more dangerous. This bear must be injured. Maybe he's got to trap on his paws. Why it's hopping, he was EQUI it to that. So he decides, Shit, it doesn't look too big. Let me go find out exactly what's going on with this thing. Against his better judgment, he wanted to make sure because it's so close to

his family and relatives with elders. If it was a smaller bear that was wounded and needed to be put down, he could dispatch it or attempt to with a three fifty seven and end any danger. At least that's his initial thoughts. That all changes rather quickly as he starts going towards this thing in the last direction he's seen it hopping. He realized about ten yards in, I shouldn't be going after a wounded bear with just this three point fifty seven. I should probably have a larger caliber gun.

So he stops. He retreats out of there. He's looking around, doesn't notice the brown hopping anymore, but it's really quiet. He decides, I'm going to go get my uncle's shotgun. Come back with a shotgun. Maybe my uncle can come with me. Four eyes are better than two. Find this bear, put it down, chase it off, whatever.

through there. As they're going along, they come into an area just before the tree line where it clears out a little bit and there's a little bit of a muddy patch. He's noticing the tracks or one in front of the other directly in about four and a half feet apart. They're not bear tracks, they're barefootprint tracks. And immediately he stops. His uncle bumps into him because his uncle's staring down trying to make out partial track that

he just saw. He points out the tracks and his uncle goes, ah jakaiak Harryman monster Oscar is like, come on, whatever, it's obviously a double step from a bear. Let's continue on. His uncle immediately shuts him down, says no, We're not going any further. He argues with his uncle a little bit. His uncle is an elder when his mid late sixties at this point, tells Oscar gently but firmly, we're not continuing any further. We're going to back out of here.

We're going back leave this alone. It's obviously moved away,

and let's leave it be. As they're having this discussion, they are right up almost to the tree line, so they're about sixty yards from that trail, the main trail that they were on, and where they were it was like a big half moon shaped but like I said, it ebbs and flows in distance between the tree line and the river bank, so it's like a big oreshoe half moon cup kind of shit shape in the in the street line behind them, back towards the cabin, they

hear this real sharp, piercing whistle. He said it was almost to the point of felt like his ears were gonna bleed. It was so intense, high pitched and loud, just so loud. They immediately whip around both one point and gun in that direction, trying to figure out what the hell was that. His uncle said, I told you we need to go. Let's side step over to the trail and get gone. So as they're doing so, they're still looking the direction of the sharp whistle, the direction

it came from. Now, as they're going along, they're side stepping, they're not necessarily paying attention as far as you know, off their peripherals. They're focused on the direction that they still have to go by that way on that trail. Keep that in mind as they get in just back

over to that main trail. Oscar said, there was a return sharp whistle from immediately that trail they were just following, just off behind them on their left intensity different little bit different pitch, but same intensity, the same lengths.

the direction they came. As they're getting to that point, another sharp whistle comes from the direction of the tracks where they saw the tracks turn around, what have you. It gets their attention because it was again very loud, crisp, very intense. They both look back see a dark figure standing between two trees. This thing's pulling on to two spruce trees, just shaking them. They've seen it lift its head and make that whistle again. When it lifted its head,

he said, it almost looked like the jaw widened. From his perspective, it looked like his jaw widened out or something. Again, it could have just, you know, been an optical thing, but that's what stood out to him when he saw that. Let's out that second, wasn't They watch it do it, and immediately off to their right, right inside the trees off to the right hand side, a return whistle. The return whistle was directed at them, not the one across

the way. Immediately the focus changed again right off onto their right point and guns that direction. Uncle starts yelling, go away, we got nothing for you. You gotta leave. Not a sound, dead quiet. He said. He doesn't even remember hearing the river directly behind them. They were roughly not even ten yards off the river. As they're standing there, he said, it felt like a standoff, because they weren't moving anymore. There wasn't no sound. He said, he was

prairie dogging. As they were standing there, he's trying to collect himself. The thing that stood out the most was how dead quiet it was. His uncle took a step back, bumped into Oscar a little bit and ignulged him with his elbow and points, and when he points, Oscar sees what he's pointing at. He sees that same brown color he saw earlier, right inside the trees doing this, looking

like something hopping around right. And immediately they're both puzzled and they're trying to figure out what what do we Is that a bear because again it looked like a bear on all fours, but it wasn't shape the same.

There wasn't no obstacles or anything. For whatever reason, the trail was just that way. As his uncle does that, he trips and falls over. Now immediately oscar the tension is down on his uncle. His uncle was elderly. He wanted to make sure he didn't break a hip. All that kind of stuff. Helps his uncle up. In the meantime, they're hearing noises off in the distance, but he's not watching because he's trying to help his uncle. As they're

hearing these noises, he gets his uncle up. They both their attention is towards the direction of the noises, and his uncle asks him, are you hearing that? He goes, yes, it sounds like it's just right over here in the trees. Now, these trees pretty dense undergrowth. This was roughly late fall. It was pretty thick in there. They couldn't necessarily see anything in there, especially up to about six feet up

because of all the undergrowth and vegetation. It was about six foot high, and then the spruce and a couple of birch or whatever was coming out behind it. As they're looking in that direction, they can still hear the noises being made. He said it sounded like scurrying of a large animal, like a just kind of scurrying around. He said the leaves had just started falling, but not

all of them. Some were still on the trees. Now, when he was looking, his uncle kept nudging him, and he thought his uncle was just trying to get his attention to pay attention to the noise. So he's basically ignoring his uncle's little elbows. All of a sudden, his uncle whispers in his ear. Look over to the right, over to the right, So Oscar, he gets his attention. He looks over to the right. He said, what was

standing there was almost eleven foot tall. He came back and measured the tree that it was standing next to, and that's where he came up with that number eleven foot tall. He said it wasn't overly huge, and he said it was slender, slim, had a brownish orangish brown kind of color to it, but it wasn't the same color brown that they saw with the little hopping motion.

Looking at this thing, he said, It was partially silhouetted, so they didn't get any face details, except they could tell it had a nose that was flattened down right to the face. The eyes just looked like big, dark sockets. The hair, he said, was six to eight inches along the head and shoulders. It had as far as basically head down the shoulders. It basically had.

foot tall. Here's crashing and snapping, and immediately it's a gun in that direction because it sounds like it's coming at them, but in actuality it was quartering back towards this other one off to their right. He's focusing his gun following it. It's in the grass. Now it's still doing this little hopping thing. It looked like hopping. As it got up closer to the other one, it stood up. And when it stood up, he said, it was just

under the shoulder as far as height. When that one turned around and looked back at them, had really big eyes, same type of nose. Said that it was weird around the jaw. The jaw looked extra wide, almost like it shouldn't be. He said, that really stood out. It had the grizzled brown kind of hair, like a bear or a moose. They both looking at him, and his uncle turned and cortered away back into the trees not too far from the back side of this tree line. Oscar's

well aware of the terrain. It goes in and starts going up into the hills and into the mountaines. As they're sitting there getting the grips of what's going on, his uncle said, that's not the first time I've seen these two. I saw him once before, three years prior. They leave the area. They get back to the cabin immediately. Oscar's all over his uncle. What happened when you saw them last? He said. The smaller one was about half as tall, had been doing something very similar to what

Oscar had saw with this little hopping motion. But when his uncle saw it, it was in the open. It was doing this galloping thing, half running, half galloping, doing this hop to its run.

being patient with me getting back to you. I appreciate your patience. I wanted to share with you today. We'll say her name is Martha. She is from a remote Allusian village. We'll just leave it at that. Because the community is so small. She had a hard time sharing it asked that I didn't share anything too pertinent. I'm going to respect that she had a hard enough time coming forward. This is a little person experience with little people. What happened to her is that she was at her

grandpa's house in this remote village. Her grandpa's house was the farthest house away from the rest of the village by about a half mile. Now, this happened to her when she was little. Family members had left to go hunting. She was left there to tend the house and do some other things. Martha right now is approximately eighty four years old, so we're going back. This I believe, she said, happened right around statehood or just before statehood. So she's

doing her thing. She'd already did the chores of the house, cleaning and everything. She was prepping food for everyone when it came back from the hut. One of the things she would do is go out to the smokehouse, retrieve salmon, dried fish, dried seal, whatever they had, bring it in, put it on the windbreak, and as she set up the table, she would bring in from out there. Now when this happened, they were gone, The hunting party was

gone longer than anticipated. They got caught by darkness and rough water, so they had to stay where they were at basically and hunk her down overnight. And she didn't know this till the next day. So she gets everything ready and she has the dry fish and seal meat and whatnot out on the windbreak as she normally would do. As she is doing her thing and anticipating everyone coming, she realized that it had gotten dark and they're probably not coming. She wanted to not leave everything out on

the wind break. She figured she'd bring it in put the dry fish in the sink. So she goes out onto the porch, and when she goes out onto the porch, she noticed the seal meat is missing. Immediately, is like she knew she had got the seal meat, had it there. It's missing. All of a sudden, she looks around make sure it didn't fall off the little It was like a little wooden table they had kept the stuff on.

She noticed it wasn't there, So she steps out off the wind break, down the little steps and she goes back over towards the smokehouse. Is basically a cash This particular cash was dug into the ground. It wasn't elevated up because they didn't have brown bears that would climb or whatever. She goes to the dugout and notices the door is kicked open a little bit, but.

gampa's house. She got inside. As she was sitting there trying to figure out who of those two people.

she's sitting there, she's scared. She was young, very scared, just trying to figure out what the hell's going on.

have electricity there. She had some coal oil candles, candles with animal fats. She was trying to hold up one of the candles and say, hey, don't be playing games. No response, no answer. She continues to hear the talking on the porch. She goes.

trying to get food ready. I saw what I thought were kids run off with the stuff and kind of gave the neighbor the rundown of what happened. Neighbors didn't believe her at first and started chastising her about playing games. People could get shot. You know, you don't go stealing from people, and she I didn't steal nothing. She explains again, I saw these little people look like kids, and they

ran off really fast from our cash. This is what I'm dealing with, and she points out, I got my grandpa's pistol out, I got the land, you know, the lamp and everything. The neighbor sees and then starts to believe her says, okay, we'll stay here. I'm going to have my wife come sit with you until your family gets back.

She said the faces weren't necessarily scary, but different. She said they looked like a very dark leathery look like a buckskin type, but darker. Once she brought the lantern out onto the porch, she said, all their eyes were just pitch black. There was no white, no nothing, She said, they were just black. Once they saw the lantern, they all scurried off real fast. Again. She freaked out, shuts the doors, backs up, gets the gun. Moments later, the

neighbor comes shows back up with his wife. She's got the gun and she's yelling, don't come in, don't come in. I will I'll shoot the neighbor. She hears the neighbor say, hey, do you put the gun down. We're coming in. Don't shoot. She's all, thank goodness, someone's here. She go sets the gun down, opens the door, lets them in, and tells them what happened. And the neighbor just looks at her and goes, okay, I'm gonna go. Look, I'm gonna use

your grandpa's gun because I didn't bring mine. Grabs her grandpa's gun, goes out, spends time out there. She doesn't remember exactly how much time, but he spent time out there, comes back in, tells her and his wife get your stuff. We're all going back to our house. She was raised by the village, so to speak, so she didn't question anything. An elder okay, we'll go to your house. So she leaves a note, went to the neighbors what have you?

They leave. Once they got back to the neighbor's house, that's when the neighbor started talking about what he saw. He went out to check out the cash and he saw five of them. They were all just right in front of the cash. They had their backs to him or whatever, and he called out to them. One of them turned around and then ran off same direction she

had seen him run earlier. He was looking at the other four facing away from him, but it seemed like their figures, their shapes just melted away in essence disappeared.

got nervous just reliving it in her mind. There was long pauses in between what she was sharing, and I had to be patient for that, you know what I mean. I want to thank her for sharing what I wanted to share with you today. Happened to Brian back in

twenty fifteen. Brian, former military, just slight background outside of suerb He jumped on a construction contract type deal where they were going to be moving a camp from a low lying basically an island in a lagoon that's prone to washing out that's very dangerous to a new camp on higher ground and also to clear a helo pad. So he hired on in June of twenty fifteen. Now, for the first month or so, everything was just picturesque a work environment was fine, had a great time, no problems,

ermine and little babies messing around by his tent. Just picturesque, beautiful content environment he set. Up to that point, he had been getting a lot at work done, had no issues, never had any weird, creepy feelings or anything like that. Come roun to mid July, approximately July eighteenth, he was dealing with an infection in his knee. So camped where

his leg was elevated in a small Nyland tent. It was to a point of elevation where his head basically was hanging outside of the tent, had a shotgun next to him, had no worries, no concern about his safety. But he goes to sleep after thickness, antibiotics for his knee, and finally getting comfortable as he was sleeping. Something woke him up about one o'clock in the morning. Coastal sea

fog had rolled in. It really just blackened everything out land of the midnight sun is true up to a certain point, but once it starts dropping off, you get darkness. Not one hundred percent darkness, but with the sea fog, it can get real dark. So he was dealing with that. He assumed it was probably a coyote or something small predatory animal just maybe sniffed him and that's what roused him.

the preparations and whatnot. He said, the fear didn't kick in until he felt the ground shake from the first step boom.

he was dealing with. He was constantly watching their verizon, looking around, checking the tree line constantly, couldn't let it go. Try to tell his boss about His boss said, hey, you're being paranoid. You got nothing to worry about. Just get your work done. Totally dismissed his concerns as, oh, you're just paranoid. You're just paranoid. Don't be paranoid, You're in Alaska. Basically, suck it up. So he does this thing, he deals with it. The experience happened on the eighteenth

at approximately one am or so. The following work day is with the four wheeler thing where he couldn't concentrate well. Just before the end of the month, his boss comes back to him. They had a bunch of clients that were going to be coming in because this is what this camp was for, outdoor recreation. So he was asked to go pick a bunch of blueberries.

away if that, but he couldn't see anything. He was trying to pick berries, and finally he just snatched one of the blueberry bushes, ripped it out of the ground, retreated back to the skiff, just took what he had. He gets back in the skiff runs the berries back. Of course, his boss was very unhappy. There is not even near enough for the clients. You might as well

eat them. Brian ate him. He felt his boss is being a jerk, not hearing him out, not being willing to listen, and so within a very short period of time, he had made an excuse to bow out and basically left that job. Now one of the things that bothers me is he doesn't camp for anything anymore. Now, this former military here not a wallflower. Experiences that happen to people can just totally take it out of them that

lose the passion for being in the woods. I know that one I don't have the passion I once did. I'll still go out in the woods, but nothing's the same. I can't get into it. I could be there, but I can't get into it like I once did. I'm just thankful that I forced myself to get back on the horse immediately and get back out after what happened with me. I understand that feeling of screw that I ain't going out in the woods have fun. There is a whole lot of people that no longer go in

the woods because of situations like this. He felt it in the ground when this scene ran off. Now again, he's well versed Alaskan, been around bears, moose. It wasn't any of those. Especially the amount of fear these things invoked almost impossible to shake, in my opinion, just in my humble opinion, once you've been startled in this way, there's no way to just shake it or pretend it

didn't happen. Brian's a perfect example of that. Unfortunately, he basically quit that job, has stayed away from the woods,

which is very unfortunate, which I understand. That's one of the reasons I had the map at the website Subartic Alaska Sasquatch dot com, so people who are in Alaska are coming to Alaska can zoom in on the map and see, oh hey, that marker is near where we're going to go, and see what happened with that person, just so they have it in their minds like that, oh, you know, this person had this happen over here, you know, a scream, whatever it may be. But the head's up.

There's still going to be a whole lot of naysayers, so there's no way around there. It's just not going to happen. Brian also has had anyone else in the Seward area that had any experiences like that to get a hold of me via the website or whatever. Brian said he'd be willing to talk to anybody from that area if they had something similar happen, because all this transpired at where he was working near Bear Glacier. A lot of little outfits, whether it be fishing, kayaking, you

name it, deep sea fishing. They have all sorts of little places out there. I'm sure Brian is not the last person to have walked away from a job. Very unfortunate. There's a lot of people that suffer in silence. I've

said it before, reach out it. It may feel silly at first, but once you get it off your chest, you feel a lot better, especially in a non judgmental place, because even when I was sharing my experience with others, I would always get that the eye roll whatever, lay off the herb, or lay off the drink, or and just garbage. I want to thank Brian for sharing.