SO EP:519 Bigfoot Killed My Dog!

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He was running supplies between two villages, a larger village in his home village, which was roughly one hundred people year round. He depended on his sled dog team. He incorporated six dogs. He would use his lead dog to train the other ones as they came up and so on. This particular lead dog he had he put in the lead because there was two younger ones directly behind this lead dog that he wanted to train up on the trail.

Figured getting supplies, perfect time to have a bigger team, larger sled To get all the supplies on this particular trail, you got to understand some of Alaska's geography. You can easily be going across flat Muskeg and then be into some thick hills with thick timbers in no time. That's

just how it is. This particular place didn't have a whole lot of trees, but it had a whole lot of brush, and when it snowed, it made trail riding and trail breaking, especially with a dog sled team, extremely difficult. A lot of his time for the first portion of his trip was spent breaking trail with dogs. He admitted it was a lot of hard work. Of course, he

had a rifle for moose. That was about all the protection he had outside all those dogs as an early warning system the trail, he knew he was going to have a hard time with the heavier load coming back with supplies, he decided to go back and forth on it quite a few times. It being winter time, he knew his time when the light was going to be tricky, so he pre planned to stay the night at this other village where he got the supply so he had daylight to travel by the next day to get the

supplies home. On his final trip back through from packing down this particular part of the trail, there's like a dog leg in the trail, and as he was going around it, all of a sudden he sees his tree just come down on the trail really hard. He said, he felt it in his feet, hurt it yet, and just dead silence, and the rest of the dogs were trying to pull away this thing. It hit the dog so hard it impacted its body into the snow and basically made a snow anchor while the other dogs are

trying to back away. It happened just out of his sight, just as the dog broke that corner wet. It happened. He didn't know what the hell was going on at first. He has heard a really quick and in dead silence. The other dogs weren't making a noise. They were all wetting themselves and trying to back away. The lead dog is pinned in like an anchor, so they're trying to pull away but really can't. He grabs his moose rifle. He goes trotting up there try to see what the

hell was going on. And as he gets into view of this tree impacted into the ground and saw what was going on. He was being shocked, but off to his left hand side, behind the brush, he sees dark movement. Immediately, he shoulders the rifle, takes a couple of shots. Hears some screaming off in the distance. He said he threw up. He said he felt so oppressed with the air. He said the air felt like it was suffocating him, and

the reality of what was going on. He threw up went over after he was done throwing up, made sure he put a couple more rounds in the rifle. He goes over and cuts that lead line so the other dogs could back away, because the dog team was freaking out after he shot and the screams and all that. So he writes the sled because with the dog's backing up and everything rolled off to the side of the trail that he had just been packing, and so he's trying to figure out what the hell he's gonna do.

He knows that he'll get the dogs there, that's not the issue. He doesn't know why this happened, What was the purpose? He had been there probably a good couple hours, going back and forth on this trail. Why hit my dog? Why do that? He still doesn't have an answer for it. If I asked him, how'd you feel after the shock wore up, after you threw up and all that, he said he felt like there was a thousand eyes staring

at him, and he kept looking around. There was some brush and everything, but not a whole lot of hiding places, as he put it. So he gathers himself together. He guesstimated that the weight of the branch that impacted the dog into The trail was probably about three hundred and fifty four hundred pounds because he just grabbed the one end and moved it over. It was beetlekill spruce. It was larger than what was available in his immediate area. He knew further up from where he lived, there's the

bigger spruce trees. He's just boggled, just trying to figure out what the hell just happened, really, because I mean, he was in shock. So he moves the log. He gets it clear enough for the dogs to get by. Now he goes and grabs one of his utility blankets that he uses to cover the sled and whatnot, and strap down when he has a load on it and rolls his dog up in that. The dog bills ugly, so he rolls the dog up, puts it in the sled. It's going to be dark soon, and he's closer to

the village. He's heading two versus turning around and going back. So he continues on now. And when he was going past this spot, he was riding his dog sled with his rifle cradled in his arms. He was doing this number. He was trying to get the dogs encourage him past that point, but they were They kept sniffing the air, and they didn't want to go further down the trail. Eventually he coaxed me and got them going, and once they passed the spot, the dogs were just hauling ass

down this trail. They needed no encouragement. That day, he gets about a quarter mile to between a quarter mile and a half mile, because he's estimating because he wasn't in his right frame of mind. Once he clears in this particular brushy area, there's a little stretch of flats and as he's going across it, the snow's a little lighter in that area because with the wind blowing through, it may snow a lot, but then the wind blows and then it's eight twelve inches or whatever. So it

was good running for the dog. He's going to cross that and as he's approaching the other side to where the muskeg ends and there's more black spruce and willows and alders and whatnot, he noticed in the trees this thing moving. Now he didn't get a clear description either time he saw it. It was just a big, dark figure moving through the trees. Right, So immediately he stops the dogs. Now this isn't that far from where this

shit just went down. So the dogs are sketchy. They're trying to turn around, and he's trying to keep eyes on this thing moving through the trees because it's literally in front of him. He said about maybe sixty yards tops, and it was moving along through the trees, but it wasn't moving away. It was going from his left to his right. So he decides, I'm gonna teach this thing a lesson, and I'm going to shoot this damn thing.

He gets his rifle and just as he's looking for this thing to get a beat on it and put some shots down range, his dogs really start acting up, really acting squarely. They've gotten themselves tangled up. He was getting no sight of this thing in the trees, so he stops what he's doing, puts his rifle on safety, leans it against the sled, and is trying to get

his dog straightened out. So he slings his rifle because he didn't want to leave it in the snow and it potentially getting lost or put it in the sled, and the dogs take off and he's got no gun with them, so he slung it over his shoulder, so he gets off the sled and he commences to untaggling a couple of the lead dogs. The front two got hooked up behind the back one somehow. So he's this

untangling stuff meanwhile keeping his head on the wibble. Now, as he gets them cleared and he pulls them back on the trail to the direction, he knows he needs to go the same direction he just saw this same moments ago. He encouraged him, got them moving the closer he got, which the dogs weren't moving all that fast. They were not keen on going through this area, but they were doing as they're told. He just starts breaking into the tree line, and that's when he heard the

first scream. Now, when he hears the scream, he saw nothing, but he said it sounded like it was standing over him. He said it reverberated through his body. He threw up again from the stress. He had heard of stories of the hairy Man. He's had uncles and all sorts of relatives that have experienced just this type of thing. He just hadn't himself up until that point. Now, when the scream happened and he pulled himself together, he said, about twenty five feet up off the trail. He saw something

dark next to the trees. Now it's getting on into twilight in the winter. It's called alpnglow. I don't know if anyone's ever seen it. Look it up. Gorgeous. He's got this creamsickle colored rose colored shoe on everything. From the sun starting to set. He's got this pristine beauty with this terror in the trees right over there. He said, it felt like that moment lasted an hour, even though it was microseconds. It was just happening really fast. So

he unslings the rifle. The dogs stopped moving. It says that scream happened. The dogs parked it, wetting themselves again, just standing there like what the hell. He puts a bead on the dark spot, pulls a trigger. Boom, nothing happens. He thought it was weird, puts another round in the chamber, takes a better look, realizes it was just a part of a broken black spruce tree. So he just shot a tree. But in context with the scream and everything,

I don't blame me. I would have shot anything moving, honestly, So he composes himself, looks around. There's nothing. The gunshot broke the dogs out of their little stupor. He encourages them to go, so they take off again down the trail. Now he makes it through this particular part of the trail, no other noises, no other sounds. As soon as he gets this sinking feeling, he said it must have been the last one hundred and fifty yards of treed trail before he broke out in the more Muskeg. He said

he felt watched. So he was looking off to his left and off to his right, and all this right, and the dogs are really moving now, they are shulling ass. It dawned on him when he was about fifty sixty yard from clearing the brush, and the black spruce looked behind him. So he turns around and looks this thing is literally within twenty five feet behind him, keeping pace

with him. He said he couldn't tell if it was breathing hard or if it was truly smiling, because he said it like it had a big, wide smile on his face. His words, I'm just saying, I would like to think it was breathing hard to catch up and not smiling in that that's just malevolene. So immediately he's freaking out. He's encouraging the dogs go. It occurs to him as he's encouraging the dogs, this thing could snatch map at any time. So he decides he's not going

to look back because he's freaking out. He said, just in his mind's eye, he could just picture this thing breathing on the back of his neck. I asked him what it looked like. He said, very light complexed hue of gray, real light gray, not super dark. Said that it was very wrinkly around the eyes, flat nose, big old white jaw, appeared to be about nine foot tall,

ten foot tall, something like that. He's guestimating that because the trees by where he had looked back, he knew they were eight to ten feet tall, and this thing was about with him. But one of the things he did mention is this thing's feet were sinking into the snow. There is a disc and on accounted for there. Regardless, it was big. When he clears and he's out on the tundra and he gets a little ways away, he

feels the pressure, the fear alleviating rather quickly. He started getting mad because he glanced down at his tarp, his canvas tarp that his lee dog that he had for eight nine years is rolled up in right. He tries to encourage the dogs to stop because he wanted to try to get a shot on this thing, because when

he looked back, he didn't see it. It had stopped following him, so he was trying to get the dogs to stop, and once he did, he said he was about two hundred yards from that tree line when they finally stop. So he turns around and he's looking and he's trying to see where it may be. Off to his right hand side, off to the side of the continued tree line that kind of wrapped around where he

was at. He saw it running across there, so he takes a shot at it and realizes that it was moving way too fast and he wasn't going to waste his amma.

sign of anything. He said, it snowed so much he was down there breaking trail again. But instead of going back and forth this time he left it alone and just broke on through and went on home. I'm gonna think Jonah not his own name, for sharing that, because it's something that traumatized him from almost fifty years ago. Okay, it didn't stop him from doing his stuff, but like I mentioned, his passion for everything outdoors was just alleviated.

It turned into work, whether it be ice, fishing, cutting firewood, whatever it was, it killed his passion. Gosh, it really sucks when things like that happen. I know the feeling. I'm no martyr or anything like that, but I get it. There's a lot of people out there. It would be foolish to discount what these people share, especially like my experience. But what happened with me is not unique, not even

a little bit. There are so many others out there that have had just terrifying things happen, but not every single one is terrifying. It's the randomness of it, Like why will some just shake and break a tree and make themselves aware and that's it, while others will come right up to someone's cabin, almost like toying with them. I don't know, just a lot of unanswered questions I wanted to share with you today. It comes from call him Doug. He is an equipment operator that has worked

for several mining outfits. I've been talking to him a few times and he just at first was just inquisitive and asked few questions. I thought it was out of curiosity. A little while back he reached out again. He had just quit his mining job with this one outfit in

the last season. He was torn about sharing at first, and I told him, Hey, we don't have to share on the channel, and he goes, not, I don't mind sharing, it, just not my name because he's still in the industry and he didn't want any stigma, which I totally understand. So what happened is this last season. Over the years, explained that he had heard a bunch of different weird stuff, saw different weird things moving in his peripherals, but never

really chalked it up. This last season was the last year they were going to be in this particular area, so they had a bunch of access stuff to do as far as prepping to move camp. Now, from what he said, he chose to instead of help move the camp, he was going to stick around him and one other guy.

He was going to feed the station by the trauma, and the other guy was going to feed the trauma and continue producing goal as the outfits packing enough to go now, it had been freezing up in the mornings, but they were able to work mid morning. They were able to get to it and not have too many issues. This particular outfit will just say they operated somewhere off the Yukon River. There's several, so we'll just leave a generic. One morning, it was the morning everyone took off and

removing stuff. They were packing stuff. Him and this other guy went down into the pit placer mining. He was running the loader. It was getting on into full blown daylight, a little bit of dark shadow still in the trees. Doug wears glasses, and he told me he's plorrible at keeping him clean. So as he was firing up the loader and was dumping the banging icing and cried out

of the bucket. He thought he saw something dark moving, and instead of looking at what was moving darkness, he figured it was on his glasses, so he wiped him off and then looked in the direction and didn't see anything and chalked it up to dirty glasses. Does a cook loads over the seed the guy at the trauma. The guy at the trauma was a little getting there, but it didn't matter because he had to stack up material for the guy to even start running, so he

was basically there by himself for that period of time. Now, on his third run back and forth, he saw this black dot again out of his peripheral, but this time the dot was moving. He's looking to the inside of his little cabin the loader to look for a bug or something. He wasn't at the time connecting it's up here in the grass, just before the tree line, until he started looking harder and then seeing it moving along, and then it ducked into the trees. At the distance

he was he couldn't make it out immediately. He just chucked it up to maybe a black bear or something like that, because there was always something moving through, moose or whatever. He just wasn't really overly concerned. So they go throughout the whole shift he's running and the other guy had some issues with the trauma. It broke down

or whatever, so he went up took a lunch. As he was eating his lunch, sitting out in this little smoking area that Dalfit had had set up, he heard a weird screaming kind of howl and it sounded like it was coming from the pit area. He thought his coworker dealing with the traumble issue or whatever, may have hurt himself, so immediately he jumps on the four wheeler. Boo, he's back down in the pit. When he gets back down in the pit, the guy's just working on it

and sees him pulling up on the four wheelers. The guy jumps up and goes, hey, did you hear that? And he goes, yeah, I heard it way back at camp. And the guy says, I was working. I couldn't see it, but it sounded like it was behind the trumble, but when I looked, there was nothing, so, you know, Doug said, Okay, I'm going to look around now. They had a policy

of always having firearms just because moose Bear. A couple of the guys a year before were stuck in a piece of equipment because of an aggressive brown bear, grizzly bear, what everyone want to call it, was trying to actively stalk them even with the equipment running. It was a fluke thing. Bear was hungry, obviously, but because of things like that over the years, policy always have a firearm.

There was a rifle on a rack on the wheeler. Now, he openly admits that a lot of times that rifle would be left on the rack of the wheeler while they're running around on equipment, which whatever, You get complacent sometimes, but he had the rifle on the rack. Three thirty eight win mag. Now he zips around the drama. There's some trails that have been back there because they'd been working the same area for a while, so there was

some established trails. So he took one of them and he was going long until he came across what he described as the biggest pile of crap he had ever seen. He slowed down and almost thought it was like a glob of mud or something that got thrown from the operation from a backoe or something just so where fleuk of a thing and the big glob of mud it hit. But he slowed down to check this out, and he was looking at it. He could tell it was obviously not a glob of mud, but a huge pile of crap.

So his spidy senses start tingling and he's wet in the hell. Because he's not from Alaska. He was an import to do this lower thing, the equipment operator, and he had been making money for quite a while doing this, so he had never really heard anyone talking about Bigfoot, Harry Manner or any of that, so for him it was all new. He's looking at this big pile of crap, He's flashing back to the morning of the dark thing moving. He thinks, that's a big pile of black bear crap,

round bear crap, whatever it may be. I wonder if this bear was taking such a healthy dump that it hurt it, And that's the weird screaming sound roar that they heard. He kind of in his own mind, he figured, okay, I got it figured out. Black bear took a hillacious crap and it hurt himself doing it and screamed about it. He gingerly gets around on the four wheeler around this

pile of cap and continues down the trail. Once he gets down towards the end of where it banks off to the right, to circle around the rim of the pit that had been dug. He's driving by these little markers, and one of the markers that was in the ground. It's in the full daylight at this time. But where this particular marker was just inside a group of trees, and he could just see the little flag and he saw it moving, but he knows there was no wind.

And he's about twenty five yards from the scene coming up on it, and he notices the flag disappears out of you. He didn't see what happened to him, but boom, it was gone. So he slows down because it caught his attention. When he gets up to where the marker was, he turns and looks into the trees. When he looks into the trees, he sees a big black silhouette just standing there, slight sway back and forth, really long forearms.

He couldn't see much because it was all silhouetted, but it made a grunting noise, almost like a pig snort mixed with a partial growl, is how he expressed it to me. So immediately he's in shock. The rifle's right there on the rack, less than a foot away from his knees and he doesn't even think about the rifle. He turns and guns it and jumps down into the pit. He nos down, slipped over. He's lucky. He landed just right on some dirt that had dog and it broke

his fall and he slid through it. The wheeler's upside down, has the gun pinned now. The guy that was with him is one hundred and fifty yards away at this time, still working on the troumo, has no idea what this is going on. The guy is just oblivious. He's got headphones on. He's working on equipment, right, So he's laying there on his back, and then Doug jumps up because he's scared. He looks up the top of the bank and this thing is standing there swing. He said, it

had a curious look on his face. What are you doing? Why did that happen? Look on his face. He said it looked Neanderthal, flat broad nose, no hair around the eyes or the cheeks, but up under to the nose and all the rest around. Almost looked like someone with a furred ruff on, a hoodie on. He said he was transfixed, staring at it for a minute, just trying

to absorb what he was. During those moments, he said it dawned on him how big and massive this thing was, because on the bank he could see where his front tires came over the edge. By the width of the front tires, this thing was wid much wider than the tracks. It dwarfed the size of the tracks, and he said it had to have been at a bare minimum ten foot tall. He didn't know what to do with that. He just sat there. He looks over at the four wheeler.

He sees the rifles peemed underneath it because it's upside down. Now, all this is happening fairly quickly, so you got to understand it's taking me far longer to express it. So he crawls over, still looking up at this thing, to attempt to roll the four wheeler over. He's successful. He's got adrinaline dump and hard, and he rolls it over, and as it corrects itself, the rifle kind of folks out of the thing to the opposite side from where

he's standing. So he gingerly goes around and as soon as he's reaching for the rifles, still trying to keep his eye on this thing, because he said it was doing a weird half step forward, half stepped back, swaying back and forth, doing this weird motion with his legs and his body. So he reaches over it grabs the rifle. It so happened the way it hit against the ground. The chamber, part of the action and the barrel were just kidding peep. It was inoperable, so he's holding it.

He can't operate the bolt action or anything, so as he's trying to mess with it, he looks up again, poof gone. The four wheeler was not running. He just dropped the rifle, left the four wheeler and took off, running back to the other end of the pit where the guy's working on the trauma. When he gets over to his buddy, Doug tells him Hey, lays out everything that happened, tells him about the coil of crap falling off all of it. His buddy looks at him and goes,

what he heard him, but didn't hear him. He was trying to put it together. He goes, come with me, let me show you. They go back and follow the trail back down. Now, the other guy grabbed a handgun out of the truck as they're walking along. They're coming up to the pilot crap. Up to this point, Doug had been just level headed and not really shaky, not overly fearful, more like what the hell. As they were coming up on the pilot crap, it all became real

to him and what just happened to him. He started trembling and shaking and trying to explain to the guy. When they get to the pilot crap, his coworkers like, damn, that is massive, And the coworker starts taking it a lot more serious because at first he's like a big pilot crab. Huh. So they walk along and now at this point Doug is shaking like a leaf on a tree in the wind. They get up to the point

of where that marker was removed. Now this is just a little simple wooden steak marker with some flags tied to the top of a blue one and a pink one. They get back over to that spot that marker had been put back almost into place right next to where it was, but pushed all the way down into the soil to where just the ribbons could be seen at the top of the soil. When him and his coworker get up to that point and he's explaining it was standing in there, swinging and whatnot when I slipped the

four wheeler down the hill. So the guys, why did you push that steak in there? And he goes, I didn't do that. It removed. This steak caught my attention. As I pulled up, I looked over and then that's when I got out of there. I never touched that steak, and the guy's like, man, hold on, I want to check the steak out. So it goes over and it's a mossy tundra like material. So the foot impression that they saw over this steak, they couldn't get any real

definition out of it. It was just a depression in the monster. And as he's chuckling a nervous chuckle, a scream hit some both from about ten yards in the trees right near where they're standing. They felt it through their body. Doug said that the guy immediately was in shock and was making sure that I was around in the chamber on the gun was screaming at Doug. Let's get the f out of here. We gotta go. They joked down from where the wheeler flipped over the edge.

As they both get themselves together, at the bottom, they look back up, they don't see nothing. They start running towards the other end of the pit, and as they're doing so, his co worker is saying, you got to run faster, and Doug's late fifties. At this point, I'm running. This is what I got. Unbeknownst to Doug, this coworker was a little in front of him as he was

looking back. He Doug thought his coworker was looking back at him to make sure he was still behind him, But what is actually doing was looking up on the rim of the pit because this thing was, according to his co worker, would loaf along and catch up to where they were and let them run a little ways and then paralleling them in increments. So when they get to the end of the pit by the troumo, they both jump into the truck and tear on out of there.

They get back up to camp and that's when the guy explained to Doug, hey, it was doing this weird crap on the rim. Now, at this point, they don't know what to do. The rest of the guys are moving a bunch of stuff, so they decide they're going to take a different vehicle that's not all loaded down with a bunch of stuff. They're going to get in a different vehicle and go and get some other guys to come back, lend assistance to what's going on, and.

with about fourteen guys total. A couple of guys came back with doug and the other co worker and they were explaining to them on the way to exactly what happened, what went down. One of the other co workers was like, I've seen it before. Dougie was like, why didn't you tell anybody? He goes, look at how the foreman treated you. How do you think I was going to be treated? I'm lower on the totem pole than you are, Doug left alone, because that's fair enough. How you can't argue

with that kind of reason. So they get back down there. They pull back up the four wheeler that was at the bottom of the pit and the bent rifle. When they got back. This took some time. It took over hour and a half, almost two hours for this whole ordeal for them to go get help, come back and whatnot. That four wheeler. They saw weird tracks like side stepping up the wall of the pit. The four wheeler was upside down at the top of the rim, and a

rifle was laid across it. They didn't see it initially, so they all got together three firearms. They walked the trail. They explained everything to the other two co workers. They get around to the area and that's when they noticed, oh credit, the four wheelers actually uppear now upside down.

Then they saw the tracks and stuff. He said, what was weird about the tracks was it was almost like it had stepped to where once it lifted its foot, dirt and material would fall into the track and obscured it. Because they tried to clear out a couple of other tracks to get a good look at the tracks, but the clay like mud and stuff, it was almost impossible. They all backed out of there. It had a chuckle and was like, wow, that's crazy. He wasn't believed by

the foreman. The one guy that was with them obviously believed him, but the other two co workers and even the one guy that had seen it before when he brought it up in front of the group, was like, he's seen it too, what we dealt with. The other guy wouldn't tell anybody, So it was basically Doug and his coworker trying to tell the rest of them, Hey, this is what happened. They were essentially accused of drinking

on the job. The wheeler thing was a drunken accident, and they were trying to cover their tracks for getting drunk while everyone was away. Doug doesn't drink, so he took offence. That's where that ended. He ended up leaving a day or two later. But every night from that point at dusk, they would hear screams off in the distance, the screaming roar that everybody heard, and he made sure he put it in each one of their faces, like, yeah, tell me that ain't real, Tell me that screaming it real.

No one said nothing. He's still in the industry. He's still in the field. This season obviously hadn't started yet. It took him a lot to come forward and share just because of how he was treated in the camp. Doug, I appreciate you sharing then and informing people of what you experienced. I want to share with you today, comes from Bailey and her younger brother, Brian. Bailey works in the medical field, only comes up to Alaska about four times a year. This happened during her fall trip. The

trip before this last fall was in the spring. She went with some friends to the Resurrection Trail. They only hiked up a part of it now that trail runs from Girdwood, Indian area on through her initial trip with a couple of coworkers. They did her little day hike, not a lot of effort into it, but she really enjoyed how beautiful it was. So once she got back to her home state, she was bragging and her younger brother was like, I'd love to go and see that.

She was like, well, next trip, it's coming up in three months. So they made their arrangements. They came up. Now when they started their trek There was supposed to be four people going. Two people had to back out, so her brother had brought a firearm, a forty four magnum. It was a lever action rifle. They felt comfortable. She had been up to Alaska several times seeing bears, not super well versed, but had some experiences, so they were confident.

It's a well marked trail. They were confident that they would not have any issues, especially with a firearm. They started their journey and they were moving slowed. If you press yourself, you could probably do the journey in a day. They planned it out for two to three days, just to make an adventure of it. Bailey's brother, Brian, is approximately ten years younger. They were going to use it as some bonding time because she left early for college,

all that kind of stuff. Halfway through the first day, they kept hearing a very sharp whistle, but it sounded like it was coming way far in front of them. It always sounded the same. It had the same strength and tone to it, the same loudness, the same volume. It was identical each time they heard it, so it sounded like it was just at a distance. They thought it was a weird whistle, but they thought maybe there's search and rescue personnel doing maneuvers in there, doing some

kind of training, and they were hearing that whistle. Now as it was getting on into dusk, they realized that they were getting to a portion of the trail where it wasn't necessarily super hard. There was just change of altitudes up and down with all these different types of steps in the rocks and stuff. So they picked a spot off to the side of the trail there because basically you're going through a valley when you're going in through there, So they picked a little spot off to

the side. They set up their tent and a nice little grove of black spruce and little bit of willows. They felt comfortable. They weren't using any campfire or anything like that. They were cooking some mountain meals and dehydrated boil up in a pot type stuff. They were sitting there. Brian had the rifle case out, he didn't have the rifle out. As they were sitting there talking they heard the whistle again. This time it sounded like it was up across the little valley from them, off to their left,

but it was a very sharp whistle. Simultaneously with the initial whistle. There was a slow growing and winding up like an air raid siren type of scream, as she described it. It worked up in volume from real low arcd on up to the highest pitched where they were both literally covering their ears because being in that valley, it was just like reverberating. They were thinking themselves. It saw like three separate groups of people that just hiked

on past them. They were getting on their business, so they were like, I wonder if some of those people were playing a joke. They were trying to eat their food, but there was something about what they heard that just made them super uncomfortable. They knew nothing about the Alaskan harry Man. They didn't even subscribe to any big footstuff before this. They were clueless. So they finished up eating

and they were nervously laughing and making jokes. Oh, the monster's going to eat us, the Alaskan monster, whatever it is. They were literally joking around, just trying to break the ice, just cracking cesseless jokes, talking about old times. About a half hour had gone by, She's guestimating, because it was getting on into twilight about to give really dark really soon. As they were having their discussions after that scream, roars,

whatever you want to call it. Brian did open up the case and made sure that the gun was loaded and ready to go, because they just didn't know if it was a prank or anything else. So they were very just honestly, they didn't know what to do, those are her words. As they were sitting there, about half hour time had passed by, they started hearing this grunting sound, and the grunt was a very guttural, deep loud for how low it was. It came from the same direction

that they heard this air raid, sirens scream. Immediately they're both on their feet and they're like, that must be a big bear because again they clueless about anything, harry Man, bigfoot, sasquatch, whatever, They were just clueless. As they were talking, it was getting louder and sounded like it was getting closer as it was getting closer. This is a continuous thing. There was no alternating. They'd hear a sound and a noise or what. It was continual. They hear grunt, growl, some

movement stuff breaking, another grunt, growl, movement stuff breaking. She was guessing a few hundred yards away across the little valley, working its way down towards the trail where they were. So they listened to this for a few moments, and they could tell it was progressively getting close enough to where they're like, screw this noise. Brian has a gun. Hey, just grab your date pack. I'll grab my date pack. Lit's back down the trail. They grabbed their little flashlights

and stuff. He had the fire arm, and they started backing down the trail. As they were doing so, they were trying to minimize how much they used the light. They were worried about whatever this was, seeing their white source and zeroing in on them. They would turn around to look as they were going along. This scene was gaining because they weren't moving as fast as it was. It went from the low grunting the snapping of branches to a whooping sound. She said. The whooping wasn't initially scary.

It was the whooping in return a little further down, and they sounded like it was coming from the trail area at the bottom of the little valley. The whooping was almost the same tone, but the return whoop was lower, are higher in pitch, and not as deep. She said. At that point it sounded like the movement stopped, but the noises continued in the area they were, so they continued backtracking quietly. They were trying to minimize their flashlight.

They were cupping the beam and just making sure they could see their feet right. Not necessarily a super treacherous in that area, but when it's dark in a valley up here, forget it goes pitch black real fast. So they get to a point in the trail where there's some little rock spires off to their they're coming back, so on their way in it was on their left, on their way back tracking was on their right. These spires of rock just sat out of the ground about

maybe six seven foot on the back side. Plenty of people have gone up there because there's a small cluster some willows and a couple black spruce or whatever. So they decide they're going to go up there and get a little high ground because they didn't feel comfortable backtracking in that dark. They're already a few miles in, and they didn't know the trail all that well. It was just so dark. They get up there, they kill their

lights and they're sitting there and they're whispering to each other. Meanwhile, while this is going on, there's still some whooping, some gracting, and some other weird noises she couldn't even put into words going on, just as her guestimate, less than a couple hundred yards away, and it was continuing from one spot and then a response from the other. Then they started hearing this garbled type sound, which she said she looked into it. It wasn't like the samurai sound. It

sounded more less Asian, more American Indian light. Again, that's all the clarification she had on that. Because it was so new and different to her, she didn't have anything to relate it to. So they sat there listening to it as they were talking to each other about what the hell can this be. It's got to be a prank. I don't know what this is. As they're whispering to each other, the louder noise that she said sounded more aggressive. Another high pitch scream comes from that area and just

breaking and thrashing. Then sure what was being broken, she could only assume trees, but on that particular part where it was coming from, it wasn't dense. It was dense with brush, but not so dense on that side with a bunch of trees to be breaking all over the place, so she was confused about that. She wasn't sure what to think of it. As this thing was coming their way got louder, more thrashing, more breaking, they could barely make out the tinge of They had one of these

Neon nylon tents, little dome tints from Arii. She said. It was a Neon like yellow green, and it had the ARII logo or on the fly or whatever, and they could barely make out where it was, and they could see the top of it from where they had slowly backtracked away. She guestimated they made it about eighty yard from where they were camping initially, and again she could be off. She doesn't have her yardage or anything.

She's not a hunter. So as they were sitting there, they were looking back towards it, and they were whispering, and they saw this dark figure. The only reason they knew it was on two legs is because it was blacker than the darkness there, and they could see it moving, and then all of a sudden they see their tin fly across the trail, and then a scream and then some thrashing around. They were like, oh crap, that is huge, cause they saw how big it was in relation to

their tint. She said it had to have been over ten foot tall. This thing started screaming louder and started coming bee lining up the trail, very aggressive, walking like a stalking walk. She felt like she was in a horror movie because this thing was moving very deliberately and very aggressively. They could feel the energy off of it was very aggressive. They didn't know what to do. Brian's sitting there and he's whispering to Bailey, if it gets close,

I'm gonna have to shoot this thing. It is huge. Again, Brian's not a firearms expert. That forty four would have done him not much good, but he was armed. So as their discussion, she's telling him be quiet. We'll just be quiet and sit right here. Now. They're on that little spire about six sem foot off of the trail. She said, this thing before it got to them, they could smell it and it smelled like dead rotten me real strong urine smell and the weird musty kind of

scent to it. She said, it walked up the trail and meanwhile her brother is trying to put a beat on this thing and She lowered the barrel and whispered, doing unless it tries to hurt us, so Brian. They're both shaking. They're scared to death because this thing was big. It was pitch black. They couldn't make out any features, but they could see it on two legs. It was darker than the darkness around them. As they're watching this thing, she said, it came up the trail, got parallel with them.

On the trail, turned its body. They saw it was wide and taller than them, as it was six seven feet below. She didn't no size, but she said it was well over ten foot tall. It stood there, facing them, less than twelve fifteen feet away. They just sat there, quivering and sobbing a little bit because this thing was so menacing standing there now. She said it was weird because when they were sitting there and started sobbing, it

was almost like the energy changed. She said, it came across more like non aggressive, but more of a curious type of energy. Her words, not mine.

She wasn't sure how many, but at least one more. Then it went dead quiet, she said. They sat there until sunrise, Until it got twilight enough, they went back to their camp. The tent was on the other side of the trail. Most of their stuff was still in their day packs. Their food stuffs were untouched. The little benzo stove was tipped over. The fuel can was still had a little bit of flame going on it, but it was virtually undisturbed as far as this thing wasn't

kicking that around or anything like that. It just, she said, look like it grabbed the tent and flung it across the trail. There was only sleeping bags, just little minor stuff in the tent. They flamed their stuff real quick. She said, it was still dead, dead quiet in that moment. They gathered up the stuff, balled up the tent, stuffed it in whatever they could, backtracked out of there, back towards the good Ward Side where they had initially started.

I want to thank Bailey for sharing that. It was really hard for her because it's all new to her. She tried to reach out to leave a report. It got heavily edited and deleted. I appreciate you reaching out to me. It's hard, especially when these things aren't supposed to exist. You're dealing with this thing feet away. It's hard to even quantifying the words. But not a fun day. She's do back up in Alaska her quarterly. She agreed to be interviewed. I hope it works out that way.

That'd be great. I always encourage those to share in their own words if they would a lot of people unfortunately are like I like the way you tell the story better. I'm gonna thank you Bailey for sharing that. I know it was hard for you. I hope it gets easier since you did share it. I'm sure if you look in the comments, people were very supportive on the channel. It's not the kind of channel to where people are gonna be mocking you or anything like that

that doesn't happen here again. Thank you Bailey Brian for sharing. We'll catch you guys on the next one.