SO EP:522 Bigfoot On Beaver Mountain!

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on the roof, easily to just dismiss type of stuff. However, it turned into an owl and a raven sounding like they're having a conversation off anyone knows anything about ravens. They run together when they're near a predatory bird like an al eagle, or otherwise they're trying to steal something from it. They're not having interaction like they're talking back and forth. When she has told me that that was one of the first red flags, sharing with me whistles

different types of odd things. After her husband passed in twenty nineteen, things progressed. This thing was coming closer to the house at one point, was banging on it at a weird cadences bumped, and of course it was along a wall without a window. That startled her to the point to where she goes out and fires a shot out of her twenty two out in the yard. She has tracks on the property, so these things have been progressing. Me and Ryan went down there to take a look around. Unfortunately,

the snow is so freaking deep. There's all sorts of different tracks in through there from moose and everything else. However there's other tracks because of the snow. We couldn't make anything of it at this point. We're going to go back down there sometime in the future after the snow melts or whatever and get a better look around, because this particular area has farm lands all up and down the road on the Edgarton Highway. That place there is long history creepy stuff from the tales of the

Double Monkey, just as a crow flies. From where she's at, roughly twenty five miles or so is Horse Creek, where another person had shared an elder sharing a story about seeing these things over a rise, a large group of these things in human bones and they backtracked out of there. There was just a damn near endless list of activities in that area, and that's what concerns me the most. She's all alone now, and it seems like the vulnerability aspect,

they seem to really prey on. What bothers me about it is what do they gain by doing this. It's almost like they're feeding on the negative energy. We helped their set up for light the front to where she has a little more visibility out there. But one of the things that bothers me the most is she's all around. This activity is continuing. A day or two before me and Ryan showed up, she had three whistles come through. She has a direct vent above her stove that goes

directly outside. Something whistled in the vent to get her attention. There's neighbors around and such, but there was no fresh tracks back behind there to explain any of this. All the tracks we found were old, snow covered and couldn't make anything out. However, the photo of the track she got in the same place, right behind the cab and where the whistles came through the vent. That's one of the things that creached me out the most. It brings me concern for her. They could either be preying on

the negative energy caused by it, and that speculation. I speculate that these things feed on that energy because there's something going on to where they spook people, They startle people. It's almost like they get off on it. It's really weird. I wish I had a better answer for it and for her, because this is ongoing. It's not like it just stopped because she shared the experience with me. One of the things about that area is it's very dense. The terrain goes from sheer rock, dense woods to the

Copper River. Beautiful. However, this whole area both sides of the river, up and down the river from Cordova on up all the way on up. Another example ms Carl's brother Hayden. He shared some things with me. Now, his experiences were not from this particular area. I'm sharing his experience is because they're family members. I find it compelling

that certain family members seem to deal with stuff. Her experience happened many years after Hayden's, but yet and still because of being in Alaska and the proximity of the remoteness, these things happen all over the place. The only place I don't get encounter reports from people don't live there what Hayden shared with me. He's the former owner of the Lake Roadhouse mile one seventy on the Richardson many years ago, shortly after the place was built and whatnot.

He was taking his dog out to go to the bathroom and whatnot. It was winter time. They get about one hundred feet from the roadhouse back to where this burm was pushed up overburden, whatever you want to call it. Something screamed as god awful scream that just shook him to the core. The dog was gone, and he followed suit, put him right behind. The dog got out of there. That happened. Things calmed down a little bit. His daughter was going to take the dog out. He decided to

go with again. Going to the same area for the dog to do its thing. The daughter noticed a head and shoulders above this bird, which was as good eight foot tall as it was, so he beamed with the flashlight. He got back a red and more blue eyeshine from this thing. But this thing was massive. Of course, this is many years ago. He was having a hard time logically putting them in order. I was told the cook for the roadhouse had seen on the backside on the other side of the lake, saw an adult one with

the juvenile moving around. Another thing that he had shared with me was hearing a three barque kind of cadence. He said it sounded like a bark, but it wasn't a dog barking. It was more like a whoopy kind of bark. So here's these three in succession across the road. There's sheer rock based and some caves up in there. And he heard three rock clacks back. So you get

three barks and then the three clacks just a moment later. Now, what he expressed to me was that he felt that they come around and they're in that area because the caribou migrate right through there. He says, they came right down the driveway and they went across the lake going back and through, which would totally makes sense. If there's caves in the area, food moving through. What more do

you need? These things are continuing, and anyone else in the Copper River, if you're currently dealing with things, reach out. Let everyone know what's going on. I'm not trying to do it till all the Copper River Valley avoid it. No, that's not it. I don't want anyone to avoid Alaska. I just want you to be aware certain places you go, chance or something else being out there. Depending on where you at, it could be very high or it could

be very low. Things seem to be more tours of the fall near the muskeke Berry patches and things of that nature. Are salmon rivers especially, there's a lot a couple of river reds or world famous and whatnot. These things are going on over the course of many generations, in many years. They still continue to this day. They're not just old mythological stories to keep kids in line and keep them out of the woods. That's just not the case. I gave her the name of Helen, but

Helen's from Cheddner, her family's from Chennas. She was sharing what happened from years back. She was also the one that I shared the story of the elders seeing the ones over the rise above Horse Creek. These things are still going on. It's not some far fetched thing where oh it only happened fifty hundred years ago. That's old stories. There's a lot more stories coming out now, but a lot of these occurrences happened many years ago. Some are currents.

There's plenty of current ones, but there's also plenty of ones that are just now being shared that have been held onto thirty forty plus years. It hasn't stopped. They're not behind every tree I'm not trying to just you know, oh, it's the scariest place to stay away, and that's not it. Be aware when you go out in the woods. Don't play yourself cheap. But you could chalk it up to, oh, those are stories and people are making it up. You can believe what you want, but it'll be your mistake

you're making. Everyone that's shared with me, they have a reluctance and a lot of them want to remain anonymous because of the ridicule, which it doesn't bother me. That's fine, but keep in mind that there's real people behind these experiences. They're not just some people I'm made up or someone else made up or anything. These are real, flesh and blood people that have had these experiences, and they're not to be taken lightly. Grant you with miss Carroll, something

bang in your house. That's concerning enough, you know what I mean, how much more do you need than that? But just the fact that they want to pray on vulnerability. So if you can ever not be vulnerable, it's best to plan that way. Never go alone. If you can help, possibly help it. I know there's plenty of that due because they haven't seen a reason to do otherwise, Hey, lucky you. You're tempting fate in certain instances, especially the wrangle.

Saint Elias a beautiful place. I'm going to thank Miss Carroll for sharing. Miss Carroll will see you again here in the very near future. Once the snow melts, I mean, squatch Ba'll be back down, probably with some other people as well. Hayden, it was a pleasure speaking to you. I know you're no longer in the country, but it was nice talking to you as well. And thank you for sharing those experiences I wanted to share with you today. It comes from a villager or on the Northwest coast.

They asked for anonymity. He didn't want to the village Spotlight. Of course I agree to that. We'll call her Jane. Jane was doing some babysitting for some family members who had to come into town for Alaska Federation and Natives the AFN conference and Anchorage. This happened approximately three years ago. It was actually just before the COVID thing hit, so that would make it what fall of twenty nineteen. Jane was watching five of her immediate relatives, no brothers or sisters,

but like first cousins and whatnot. The kids were out playing and they had a certain time they had to come in, and they kept a certain schedule because of school and whatnot. So after they did their homework, the kids went out and played at their appropriate time. They all came in. One of the younger ones, the second youngest, came in and said, Jane, there's a man out there. She said, who is it. I don't know. He's wearing a coat. She went out, looked around, saw nothing. Kids

are taking off their stuff. It was just whatever, moment, Okay, there was someone there, and now they're not this particular village less than five hundred year round occupants. Not seeing the person or whatever. She just chalked it up as one of the neighbors passing through wearing their jacket. Was fall time, Alaska and northern Coast and northwest coast. It's freaking cold. It's right there off the Bering Sea. Thought nothing of it, got all the kids fed, got them

all back into their rooms. As the kids were mellowing out, giggling, playing around, or she was trying to run a tight ship. She was just in her senior year that year. She had work to do as well, so she was getting squad away and she was going to start her homework. She goes in a few minutes later. There's two separate bedrooms, three of the older kids in one, two of the youngest ones in the other. She went into the room with the two younger kids. They're staring out the window.

They're waving and giggling. It's getting on in the dark, especially up northwest Coast. It gets darker faster than it does down here. For sure.

night to your friend. Just dismissed it. Basically, say good night to your friend. They all waveg go get into bed or whatever. And they're doing their thing, and she shuts off the light, leaves the door cracked, and goes into the other room where the three older kids are. She didn't verify the age range from how she described it. I'm guessing twelve arm down to five in that range. She goes in and talks to the other kids. They

were laughing. Wave the guy outside had struck her. She was like, I thought they were just playing around or whatever, and the three older kids were like, no, he was standing right over there. Now. At this point, the moon was out and it wasn't a full moon or anything, but it was enough moonlight to where they could make out the terrain. She looks out and she didn't see anything. The three older kids were like, yeah, he was standing out there doing something with its arms and walked off.

And she was like, oh, okay, who was it again? Small village, everyone knows everyone, they said, we don't know. We was wearing a big coat, they said, all black. Okay, someone wearing an all black coat. It's time for better whatever. I got homework to do, get in bed, don't worry about it, and I'm sure it's just someone on down the road. Chalks it up again. Dismisses it as she shuts off the light. They're all in bed and what have you. She leaves the door cracked and she goes

back out in the living room area. And this is a huthouse. It was a three bedroom hut house, basically a federal housing type thing. She's back out in the living room, she cracks open her books and starts doing her homework. She's very distracted. She just supposed to be reading something in her history book, and her attention just kept getting drawn to outside of the house. She couldn't explain it. She said she had the uneasy feeling of being watched, and it really bothered her. And she said

she never felt that before. She's lived remote her whole life. Nothing's ever made her feel that way. So she was really taken aback by it because it made no sense to her to feel so creeped out with nothing happening. There was no context, nothing to justify feelings so freaked out inside. So as she's trying to calm herself from it, because it was palpable, it was in there, she could feel something wasn't right and she couldn't put her finger

on it. As she's dealing with that she hears both bedrooms erupt with screaming because there was a pump against the house. She was like, what the ellse she runs in there. She thought the kids were playing games with each other or whatever and screaming with laughter. That wasn't the case. The kids said that the dark man was at the window. When the older kids saw it first and screamed, it thumped the window. The other two kids jumped up to look. They didn't see anything, but it

dumped by their window made them scream. So it was almost so simultaneous. Thing just don't dump kids in one room, kids in the next room. It just went along that way. She was freaked out when the older kids said the dark man out the window banged on the wall. Now she doesn't know what to do, so she calls a neighbor that was married into the family. Ask him, Hey, there's someone banging on the house. It's got everyone scared. Can you take a look. Neighbor was like, sure, give

me a couple minutes, I'll be right over. The neighbor comes over with the flashlight. He's looking around. She's watching him out the window as he circles around looking for any kind of sign of someone screwing around or trying to hide, sees nothing, comes up to the door, She lets him, and she tells him again what had happened. He goes ask to the kids what it happened, because he's a little irritated. There was nothing there for him to be disturbed about in those moments. He goes, grab

the flashlight. Come out look with me. We'll go look together and make one more check together so you can see for yourself. There's no one around. You can go and do your thing. And so they go back out. This huthouse is elevated off the ground. It had been skirted in and it had an opening in the front. They looked in their first make sure no one was hiding in there, and then they both walked around. Saw

nothing around the house. The brush, the tundra and grass and stuff starts almost immediately off the back of the house. That's where they met up, and they're looking. They killed the flashlights because both bedroom lights were on. With the kids staring out the window well in the moonlight, they see this thing walking across the tundra, maybe forty yards at the most in front of them. From their left to their right, the neighbor turns back on his flashlight,

but at that distance the flashlight illuminated nothing. But what it did do, however, is when this thing turned and looked at them, they saw a glint of red I shine. When it turned and looked at them and continued walking, they both knew something wasn't right. Screwed back into the house together. The neighbor calls one of his buddies further down the road. Before long there was a group of about five six guys with firearms, better flashlights, a couple

four wheelers that show up. He tells her get inside, shut and lock the doors. We're gonna go. Look. He assumed it was a bear on its hind feet. That's all they had to go by. They go off on the two four wheelers. There was a five however, many and a couple were walking traps on along behind. They take off on this trail that went back that direction. On the tundra. Where they were going, there was a wide split. One part of it cuts down a little bit.

It's not really a gully per se, it's just a drop, and the other part goes up on a rise a little bit. They get to that point and they stop because it's approximately one hundred yards back in there. As they're sitting there at the other two that weren't on the four wheelers caught up and they're all talking, trying to decide where to go. They're all asking what you see. He explained everything. He told her this after the fact. She was in the house. While they were standing there,

they heard some sharp whistles they couldn't pinpoint. Everyone starts flashlighting around because it sounded like it was all around them. The whistle. It really freaked them out because there's nowhere really to hide. There was a bit of a rise there and then this little bit of a gully right where the trail branches. So they decide, why don't you jump on with so and so on the four wheeler. You go around this way and see if you guys could spot anything and maybe drive it back this way.

They were concerned that it would be a rogue bear, a hungry bear without enough weight to hibernate, potentially stalking kids. That was their core concern. Outside of a weird whistle. They had no reason to not go and check it out. They tear off. They hear of four wheeler on out of ways, just out of you because they had to go down a little gully and then they went back on the rise where they couldn't see him from that

vanished point. As they're standing there just kind of talking about the weird whistle, one of the guys in the group brings up, probably the Harryman, and we should probably get out of here. The other ones were like, oh, those are stories. There was no Harryman encounters around here or what have you. They were basically debating whether or not it could be a hairy Man. They didn't doubt there's a harry Man, they just doubted it was around them.

From what she said. They were standing there when they heard some gunshots. Then they heard the four wheeler wide open, and they heard what sounded like the four wheeler crashing, and they were all startled. So the other guy on the four wheeler fired up and went that direction. When they all got over there, the other two had wrecked the four wheeler trying to get away from the Harryman. They told him he told her type of things, so

there may be a little bit lost. What happens was is they got up there, it was basically just out of view of everybody. Back on the back side of this rise where it stood up on the tundra. They said it looked like a dog or something real low to the ground, crawling along. When they turned the four wheeler headlight over there it was it stood up. It freaked him out. The guy on the back of the four wheeler popped some shots, not necessarily trying to hit it,

but just trying to make noise. They turned around to race back out of there, and they hit part of the tundra and rolled the four wheeler. As they're telling them what was going on, sharp whistle again, then a scream. At this point they had all their flashlights on their buddies tending to him. One guy had a pretty hurt leg, the other one was just shaking up from the experience. When they were all focused on tending to their friends, another person in the party points out, hey, it's right

over there. It's right over there on the rise. They all look over, and sure enough, in the moonlight, you could see it walking away in the tundra. That's where they decided we're all going back home. They didn't want no part of it. They weren't going to follow it. They were just going to leave it be just warned people. After he conveyed that to her and they went home. He warned her keep the door locked, keep the window curtain shut, all that type of stuff heard. All the

kids stayed in the living rooms. As they all gathered making this palette in the living room, the phone rings. It's that same neighbor guy saying, hey, it's still out there on the tundra. You can see it in the moonlight, walking back and forth. Keep the kids hidden. That's basically the end of what happened. They went to sleep. Nothing else happened. There was no other sightings within the near future. Jane said that in the village, even though there are

multiple other people that witnessed the same exact thing. Nolan was talking about it. Nolan was outwardly going, oh, hey, watch out, there was a hairy man spotted. You heard the little whispers of oh, harry Man was seeing out in the tundra, but there was no full blown alarm. Basically, it was, oh, yeah, be careful, they saw harry man over there on the tundra, that type of thing, nonchalant

about it. Jane said that really bothered her because the fear that was felt, even the fear expressed by the neighbor that dealt with the guys and the four wheeler flipping and stuff, all had a very severe fear reaction to this. She said she was so bothered by it. She no longer lives in the village. She lives in Anchorage.

She has been wanting to share this with us for the last couple of months, but she's been trying to get a hold of other people she knows saw it and dealt with the same incident that night, and was trying to get them to speak up about it, and they all shut her down. They wanted to know parts of talking about it, which I've dealt with personally. So anyone that has dealt with that, feel free to reach out. It doesn't have to be shared and just get it

off your chest whatever. These things happen far more often than people realize. Grant you, it's not an everyday occurrence. They're not behind every tree, but there's a lot going out there in remote Alaska that's just not getting spoken about. In regards to the little people. Acousta Ka harry Man, there's a multitude of things that just don't get spoken about. For me, personally, I view it as a public safety issue. That's why these videos I keep cutting dry. Here's what happened.

The fact of the matter is, there's many of us that already know what's going on. I don't need academia to tell me anything or verify or validate any of this. They got nothing for me. To those remote villagers, those dealing with some of the creepiest shit you can imagine, share it. Share it for public safety. The lady that

shared with me, her name's not Jane. So many other people gosh, I would say ninety eight percent of the people who have shared anonymously, some like this particular person, Jane. She doesn't even want the village mentioned. I said Northwest Coast, just to say Northwest Coast. It's something that's hard to express and deal with unless you've dealt with it yourself. So many have, but yet a whole lot don't express it. That's whatever. It's a personal choice. I'm not going to

rag on you about it. But if you're inclined to share, just share. If you don't want it public, that's fine. If I shared every experience that was shared with me, I would have over three hundred right now. There are people out of respect, they don't want to share it or whatever. I respect that. I don't want to even put it out there. I want to thank Jane for stepping up, even though it took her a while to do.

I understand it gets a little intimidating when it comes to sharing these experiences, but remember those who have dealt with it. It's not your fault. You didn't ask for the Harryman to come in and a little people to do some weird shit in the fog. You didn't ask for it. Thank you Jane for sharing a little bit of an update. Missus Carrol shows to go back up to North Pole until the snow melts. More her words, where she's feeling really closed in with all the snow.

She wasn't able to move around and feel comfortable, so she went back up to the North Pole until snow melts and won't meet up put there again. This is a long one, but it's from around the turner of the twentieth century Gold Rush times, approximately eighteen ninety eight. Fritz and Johan Now I got this from another guy named Fritz. This is from his great grandfather his expedition

into the Yukon and then on into Alaska. Because of the nature of his great grandpa's experience near the Beaver Mountains. He chose to share it. It took him a while, language barrier wise. He actually hired an interpreter. When he called back the other day, he actually had an interpreter tell me overall. I'm sure there's a bunch of details that are lost in translation. It started in the Yukon territory. Johann and Fritz they had their grub stake. They were

going make their millions or whatever gold fever. They didn't like the way things were going in some of the mining areas. There was murders, things like this. They're from the old country. They were like, we'll go to other places. They hired on a couple gwitch and Indian trackers slash guides, and they end up going down the Yukon River arduous journey. You got to understand, this is back where they didn't have a ferry service on the river. You cut down trees,

fashion logs together. God bless the dead, but you go for it. So they had a couple mules, they had the guides and they had four dogs. It was Fritz Johann, the two guides and two other fellows that were amongst our party. So there was a total oft six. Now, they had various issues logistically speaking, fighting all this equipment, all their grubstake and everything from the banks of the Yukon on into the interior to the Beaver Mountains. Now

where they ended up getting to was Billy Goat Creek. Now, if you look at Google Maps, you'll see the Beaver Mountains and it's to the southwest side. You'll see Billy Goat, Little Jay Hook kind of thing from it. Topographically, now, those topographicals served no justice to boots on the ground, trust me. Totally different environment. Once you get down in there, it's rugged, dense forests, peaks Christine beautiful wilderness.

found intriguing. I was like cool, At least there was other places where they kept a good oral tradition going, so modern day Billy Goat Creek. They were there for two weeks. They were there long enough to have had most of a cab been set up. Because winter was coming on. The two gwitching guides went. They were basically berry picking a few miles from where they had camped. They wrapped to the northwest side of the slopes of the Beaver Mountains looking for berries. They came back to

camp petrified. Both their rifles were emptied. No one heard any shots in camp, and they were only a couple miles away, so you would think they would have heard a report of a rifle or something, but they didn't because the dense forests and everything had just all ate the sound. Basically, so when they come back, they're explaining to Johann, hey, there's a harry man. It came down the slope. It was growling, throwing rocks, so we fired at it. It got mad, it was breaking trees and

they retreated back to camp. The whole while back to camp, they would turn around put shots in the air above this thing, because it was systematically stalking them. It was cutting across the trail, constantly progressing towards them, only taking cover when they were lifting their rifles. This thing was dead set on getting them out of there, or getting them one of the two. They explained this to Johann.

Johan immediately gets Fritz's attention because they just thought it was local folklore, just chalked it up to overactive imaginations. But now they're guides that they trusted for months. This wasn't just oh weekend trip. This was months that these people were together. They got to know each other. It wasn't just some fly by night outfit packing them in and packing them out. They trusted what they were being told. They just were having a hard time comprehending exactly what

they were talking about. But they didn't have to wait long. As they were outside and they were pointing back up into the area the direction on which they had just come, they noticed dark movement in the trees. Now, the dark movement was across this creek, approximately two hundred yards away. They couldn't make it out, but it was big, it was dark, and it was moving through the trees. And it almost looked like it was a zigzagon or pay back and forth. So when is up happening is they

retreat into the cabin. When they retreat into the cabin, the cabin starts getting pelted with rocks. They had no windows for this place, so it was a cabin built with no windows, just a door. The roof wasn't completely done yet. It was strictly to have a place to pan for gold. There's creeks all along in those mountains that they were looking for gold. This is back in the time where they planned on being gone two five,

eight years whatever. It wasn't like, oh, I'm going to go on a weekend trip, So keep that in mind. They're backed into this cabin. Rocks are hitting it. Some of them are coming through, and they have no line of sight. They can't see anything. So they took some of the supplies stacked it up. Fritz got up with his rifle and was looking out a hole over by the corner of the cabin in the direction of where the rocks are throwing. He has his rifle rate and

everything he's observing. This thing was going up and down the creek. It was doing this stopping things splashing in the water, kind of making it lay almost like a challenge is how it was interpreted. So it's stopping along and it would stop periodically grab greate, brute sized rock and chuck it over at the cabin. Fritz said it was throwing it. It wasn't like winding up for a fastball. It was just lobbing these rocks over there like nothing. Just every once in a while it would chuck a rock.

So they took it as it was challenging them to come out. The Glitchens were off in the corner. They reloaded their guns and they were talking amongst each other, and Johann asked them, hey, what do your people do about this? They told them clearly, our people flee, We get out of there. We should be leaving, we should go. This is the hairy Man's mountain. So they take that into consideration. They have all their supplies there. They just got this cabin almost done. Now I how about we

kill it, So that was their thought. The other two guys that were with them were younger guys. They were hired on. They were not mountain men. They basically came with the gold rush, their rookies to the wilderness. I believe if I'm not wrong with the translation, they were from Missouri Saint Louis area originally. Now these guys were armed. They wanted no part of what was going on, but they wanted out of there. Their way as far as what they knew to get back to the Yukon was

the direction. This thing was now prancing pissed off. They all decide we'll go out there together, we'll make a united front. We'll all have our firearms pointing at it. The gwitch and were like, we're not going with you. They stood there, They're like, no, if it comes in, we'll we'll fire. We're not going out to confront this thing. They had already were seriously regretting popping shots at this thing as they were fleeing back to the cabin. So

now it's one of those who's going out first. Still up there heat peeks. At this time, it was still pacing simately one hundred and twenty five yards away, maybe at the most. Okay, now there's a translation thing here. It could have been a little closer, it could have been a little further. Just keep that in mind. This is eighteen ninety eight ish. In that timeframe, none of them really want to be first, but Fritz hop Down says it's over there. We got time. We can all

get out and have our guns on this thing. We'll take shots. So they all got ready, swung the door open, ran out, and as they were coming out and lining up the shoulder to put rounds down range on this thing, immediately squats down on all fours, real low to the water, and they start popping and they're frantically shooting. They assumed they hit it a couple of times because it went back and forth, and they stood up and ran back the way it came out of the trees, but it

didn't go very far. They saw it going to the trees, was thrashing around, making this weird noise. It wasn't a screen. It was just making a weird noise. Is the best I could get from that. So they chalked it up to a moral right. So they're like, okay, good, we got it. Let's let's retreat back into the cabin. Let's give it time and then we'll go and we'll go

track it. Brave people, man, I tell you. So they get back inside, they tell the Gwitchens what's going on, because the witch has heard the firing, and they were curious asking, and they're like, no, we need to go. We can't be here. Now it's even more upset. We have to go. We're leaving. You guys can stay. We're leaving. The four dogs. Okay, all the dogs were inside. They weren't doing squad diddle. Two of the dogs belonged to one each of the qwitchens. They got their dogs, they

heard the thing across the way. They slunk around to the back of the cabin with enough provisions to get the hell out of dodge, and they took off their own direction. Don't know whatever happened to those guys. They basically said, up yours, this has gone too far. We're not part of this. We're not going to be part of it. And remember they've built a relationship over months of hard work together. So it wasn't trivial. And I don't know you very well either, so by it wasn't trivial,

very hard decision, but had their belief system. I don't know exactly what that is, so don't quote me on any of that. It's just they saw enough, hurt enough, wanted no more to do with it. We're out of here. Boom I can imagine just the thought of having a little bag on a stick and your rifle and a dog going through. You got to understand, the beaver mountains are out there. It's just not a little scenic bike path to this place. You earn it to get there.

You got to earn that shit. You're either getting in by plane nowadays helicoptered in, or you're rafting and hiking. So they bag it now it going on too close to winter and very picking season. The light cycle is probably at that point in time, probably close to twelve twelve, and it was a couple hours before it was to get dark. So witches are gone. The other four are there.

Britan Johan are upset that their guides had left, but new enough been paid attention enough where they were to get back to the Yukon ris and whatnot and float down to another village or whatever. Once they were done, the other two decide, Okay, we're gonna go tie the dogs up outside and that'll be a deterrent from this thing. They tied the dogs up outside. They had them on each forward facing corner of the cabin towards the creek.

Now again because the translation things getting lost to time, the exact distance from cabin dogs and all that, it is just impossible to determine for sure. A dog on each corner, limited leash, basically to make noise. Problem with that idea was the dogs did nothing but try to dig a hole under the cabin, not be outside. They wanted nothing to do with the outdoors whatsoever. They're basically going in and out of the cabin looking around too at a time it either be the two younger guys

or Fritz and Yan. They would circle around, and it was getting on in the dark, so they stopped their patrol at a certain time and just hunkered down. Nothing happened that night. They heard weird screams a way off in the distance that it was just they didn't know what. It went on quiet for days after the initial glitches, getting chased them, leaving, shots fired and all that. So days go by, calm down enough to where they finished

the roof on the cabin. What they had left to do on that, they determined, Okay, we had it out with this thing. It's done with. It's all over. Not quite a whole week has gone by the Gwitchins return. They returned because the path they chose it was just impassable, so they had to backtrack all the way around. They thought they were going to come back and everyone would

be gone or dead or something horrible. So when they get there, they explained that they saw two other ones on the other side the Beaver Mountains, higher up in elevation, and they didn't pay no attention to them as they were traveling through. They know that there's three of these things in the general area. Who knows where the witches explain that. They tell him, Hey, it's been quiet here since that day. We've had the dogs out there, but they do nothing but try to dig under the cabin

and hide. The Gwitchen's dogs that they took with them ran away at some point That wasn't explained, but their dog's gone. They weren't attacked or anything like that. They agree they'll stick around for a couple of days, but they're leaving the area. They want no parts of what's going on as far as the Harryman. They stay another day or two. They double check their provisions and everything. Everyone wishes each other luck and they leave. They just

follow the creek straight on out. They take extra precaution to go above and beyond, going around this area. At least that's what they told Fritz and Johann. More than a week has passed or what have you. Again, hard to say exactly how much time had passed. One morning, one of the younger guys got up was going down

to the creek. It was just breezing up enough to where he'd have to break the ice at the river's edge, but it was still open out towards the middle of the creek, and he wasn't trying to go out in his ankle calf deep water to get water. So he was breaking ice with the butt of the rifle that he brought with them, because everywhere everyone went after that

initial encounter, they were all always armed. He breaks it up, he sets his rifle down, and he's dipping the bucket in to fill it, and he's getting the ice trunks out of the way and whatnot. He hears a piercing whistle. It's sound like it was just on top of him. He looks across the creek and just across the creek, inside the tree line, this thing is squatted down looking at him. He immediately drops the bucket, grabs a rifle, shoulders it, and when he aims in the area. He

just saw this thing. It wasn't there, So he starts yelling into the cabin. Hey, Fritz and the other younger guy were asleep at this moment, because this is pretty early in the morning. So Johan comes out with his rifle. He's yelling at the other guys to get moving or whatever. He says, I seen it right across the creek. It's somewhere over there. I just seen it. So they start looking around, start yelling, hey, get out of here, get

out of here. Johann shot a couple shots just to let them know, Hey, anytime you come around, this is what's going to happen to, you know, kind of making us stand. Retreated, the bucket, got the water, they retreated back inside. It got to a point to where, because of how cold it was getting, they decided to cut a small peephole into the wall of the cabin to where they can easily open, look out, assess and close. Cool Me personally, I would have already been on the

Yukon and somewhere far away from there. But they were determined they had some promising sign as far as finding flakes, and their their goal penting because that's the whole reason they were there was the prospect. Well, let's not lose track of that, because that's in the day to day. That's what they were doing. They were trying to loose and do whatever they could to mind this place if it's worthwhile. As the time is going on, there's a foreboding.

From what was explained, the early evenings became in essence terrifying. The reason it became terrifying is because these things would be near the cabin but out of view. They would all scream and bellow, all at the same time, just as it was dusk, just as it was getting dark. It would happen nightly. But when they would come out and try to pop shots towards the directions of sound and all that, nothing would happen. It would just go quiet. That was it. That went on for a little while.

The very first snowfall. Now remember the timeframe is it's drawn out. I'm condensing it, but this is over time. These things are happening. First snowfall, just a few inches, basically a dusting, very crisp morning. The two younger guys are going two set snares for hair. Their provisions were at a point to where they thought it best to start planning ahead, getting snares and traps out for wild game now and go and find a moose and stay.

they're just looking around. They don't see any sign of moose at that point, so they got plenty of light. It's crisp and cold, but the sun is out they can see clearly. So according to what was said, these guys were on their way back. One of their snares, second or third one already had a snowshoe hearing it. So they're like, score, this is promising, So they take the rabbit, they reset the snare, they continued back towards the cabin. The approximate distance wasn't related, so I don't know.

I'm assuming a little bit of a ways. If they're setting up snares, they're not going to set them all just right here. They're going to spread out to different promising looking areas with tracks and sign they get the hair, they're heading back towards the cabin. When they're getting back towards the cab and they see the one that the younger guy saw across the creek a few weeks before, on the back side of the cabin, peeking around the cabin at them as they were walking up with all

the trees and stuff. Initially, they weren't sure what they were seeing until they got to a spot clear enough from about twenty five feet and this thing peaked around again, looked right at them, and they heard thrashing from the backside out of you running away. So immediately Fritz and Johann inside heard that commotion, felt the thud, and the ground come out. Made up with the two younger guys. They say, hey, it was just behind the cabin, you know.

Put up the rabbit. They grabbed extra animal. They all got their rifles and they're going to track it in the snow put an end to it. They all head on out. They tracked it for approximately three to four miles. Then this thing went into a creek. That's where the tracks disappeared, because they must have went up or down the creek somewhere to where they couldn't track it and find its tracks easily. So they retreat back to the cabin. When they got back to the cabin, the two dogs

are missing. That snowshoe hare was missing, along with a bag of either corn meal or something along those lines, but one of those big bags they lost dogs, rabbit, and corn meal. When they got back, the door was left open, but other than that it was unmolested outside. The dogs missing, the rabbit and so on. So they immediately they're like, these things are going to continue. We have no real way. It was a very hard decision

they made to shut it down. They had to get out of there before it got any later in the winter. It was impossible traveling, So they made the split second decisions shut it down. They got their provisions. They no longer had dogs to help the mules. Let's not forget the mules. The whole time this was going on, they lost one of the mules. One of the mules had been attacked and they had to put it down. Its

back leg was partially torn off. It appeared to have not quite a fully broken neck, but broken enough to disable it to where it was still moving around, because they came upon it rather quickly after the leg got torn up. This had happened previous, so they had the one left. They loaded what they could onto it. They grabbed their makeshift snowshoes and got out of there. They made their way towards the Yukon. That's where what he

knows of INDs. So I'm sure there is an adventure from where they started to get there before all that shit happened, and then an adventure afterwards. Because remember this is back in the day when guys went on to go gold mining. They went vast distances and they were gone for years at a time. There are other places that his great grandfather went and what have you. Those two are are lost to time exactly what, where and how and all that. But I could just imagine going

through the trouble. Now me, I'm native American, so I already get why the gwitchens get the hell out of there, dude, I would have been with them, but just the heartiness of some of these people to go to a strange land, survive and do it. Kudos, man, My hat's off to him. Not uncommon for dogs to see. I wanted to hear more about the muleton because when he was telling me that, I was like, well, what happened? Half torn off? The

leg and neck partially broke. Give me the goods, but there wasn't enough there Again, Fritz, dude, thanks for going through the effort of hiring an interpreter. Y'all give Fritz a shout out. Man. He went above and beyond because me and him had a language disparity. His English was very broken. He was speaking half Dutch and half English, so it was rough. But I want to thank him for hiring the interpreter, working out his own money to

be able to share this with us. Dude, thank you very much again what I just shared circa eighteen ninety eight, Beaver Mountains, Alaska. Crazy All right, y'all have a good one.