SO EP:528 Bigfoot On The Tundra!

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I don't want to go outside this point. Kara, New York. Hello, hit somebody out here? What que on the Altair's thought of a bit just about sixty forty nine. I don't know easy, I'm out there, yeah, from walking right head.

He went with this guy. This person was visiting his home village for a minute. Sam and this guy decided to go towards what's called the Neetti Landing. They were going to go on foot. There's some trails and whatnot. So they take off and they're taking their time and they planned on camping out because he had a week off, so his friend was well armed. He wasn't. Sam basically

came up to the state for the work. As they're going along the whole time, Sam said, once they got outside of fort Yukon and they're heading due west along the Yukon River, they said they spend a lot of the time on the banks of the Yukon just skirting around, easier traveling, you know, instead of just breaking trail through the trees because it was pretty dense due there. He said they had planned it out to go so far, hang out, do whatever things they want to do. Drink

some beer or whatever. Just basically a break. It wasn't out to go hunting or anything like that. It was just a break from the pipeline work. So the first night they're camped out, just as they were inning their festivities or whatnot, calling it a night. It wasn't overly dark. The sky was light, but everything around them was dark, pretty standard for Alaska. And this was towards the end

of July. They decided because of how it was the weather and the winds were blowing up and down the river, they decided to tuck back into the trees a little ways as they were getting ready to call it at night. So they get up in there. It's a little bit chilly because of the wind blowing and stuff. So they decide to light this fire. He said, it wasn't a big fire, just something just warm them up a little bit. So they get the spire going and it gets on in the darkness. When I was talking to him, he

had really long pauses. He was really still. It still bothers him. And this happened back in the seventies. So as he was sitting there staring at the fire, which you don't want to do that, Yeah, I can understand getting hypnotized by the flames, but if you're in a place with real predators, don't stare at the firelight. You just don't want that because it takes away your night vision.

You turn away from that fire. Everything's just pitch. He was staring at the fire, so every once in a while he was hearing this noise, and his buddy had already passed out, fallen asleep. His friend had a rifle laying next to him. Sam was sitting there, and he said he kept hearing this noise. He would stand up and go to the other side of this little fire pit and look in that direction. But because his night

blindness from the fire, he couldn't make out anything. He thought the glow he saw was just burned retina from staring at the fire. What he was in essence seeing was eyeshine off in the distance. He said it was less than thirty yards. He said he only knows and caught onto that because every time he heard the noise, he would do the same thing, go over the other side of the fire. It was at the same place. It wouldn't move, it was just the same eye shine.

So after about third fourth time he was hearing these noises. He wakes up his friend, and his friend's a little groggy. He'd tied it on a little bit, sipping on some whiskey with the beer. So Sam tells him, hey, I hear noises over here. His friend was just half out of us, says, take the gun and go run the bear off. Sam goes, yeah, I've never done that. What's

the procedure in that, I'm not from Alaska. His friend told him, look, just run over there, yelling haybar, be ready to shoot in case it charges, it should run off. Bad advice, but Sam took the advice grab the rifle. Sam said he had no clue what the rifle was. It was just his buddy's hunting rifle that's lost to the annals of time. Exactly what caliber was. Sam grabs his rifle and I'm not trying to laugh at Sam. It's the way he explained it was. He was a

fumbling idiot. His word's not mine. Sam claimed that he was a fumbling idiot trying to make this scream run towards this darkness with a gun he doesn't even know how to shoot. He wouldn't even know how to take it off safety so mistakes, big mistakes being made. He self admitted that. So he goes fumbling and stumbling that direction, ah, screaming and whatnot. Doesn't hear a peep. The eye shine goes away, but doesn't hear a sound of anything leaving.

Then he gets creeped out. He backs it back over to the fire. He sits down. He starts sipping his beer again, and he's nervous as health. He finally gets his buddy to take him serious and get up. So his buddy's shaking it off, trying to fully wake up or whatever as they're discussing, no sound, and he ran over that way his friend coming out of the fog. He was getting earlier, so you shouldn't have ran over that way. That's the instructions he gave me. Dude guy,

apologize whatever, no harm, no foul. They sit up for a little while. Sam is super nervous. He can't fall asleep. There was something off about the whole thing by seeing the eye shine, just how everything was going. He felt uncomfortable in his skin. He convinces his buddy to take

him more serious. Let's get out the flashlight, the only one flashlight they had that they saved the batteries on for emergencies, and let's use some of that emergency light and go see what the hell's going on, because periodically there would still be be a noise here and there, nothing really outlandish or outrageous. Just little tree snaps, little

twig breaks, that type of thing. Nothing crazy. So his friend, being native, gets up and remember his friend still coming out of the fog or drinking, maybe still pretty buzzed. His friend starts assessing what's going on, tells him maybe we should just we'll hit the river and move camp. They got this fire going, so Sam was concerned about the fire, and he goes, okay, let's douse the fire. His friend goes, okay, I'm gonna sit here, I'll keep watch.

Go ahead and douse the fire. So Sam does this thing. He throws dirt on it, breads the logs apart, piles a bunch of dirt on it, making sure that it was out. They retreat from where they were at back towards the river, out of the tree line, and when they get to the river, he said, they're in this tall grass. They're going along the tree lines off to their right hand side. So as they're walking along periodically they would hear scuffling through the brush, just like something

moving fastened than stopping. His native buddy was like, that's not bare behavior. Something's up. I wonder if one of my relatives is playing a trick. So he starts yelling out names of his relatives. Hey, don't play around whatever, yelling into the trees. Not a sound. They get to this little feeder creek that feeds into the Yukon. It's about twelve foot wide and about three foot deep at the center of it, so it was a little deeper than what Sam wanted to tredg through. So he backs up,

runs and jumps over right. His friend, still more inebriated than Sam, backs up, runs does the same. He makes it lands into the shallower part of the water. The rifle gets in the water. He pulls it out and it's all full of gunk and stuff. So they're basically stopped. His friends using blades of grass and anything he could think of to clean the barrel out because they still got something unknown over in the shrubs. So this goes on.

They're movements to stuff everything. I'm explaining to you it was over the course of a couple hours, so for literally a couple hours. This thing's moving, pacing, paralleling beside him in the trees. He's got to stop cleaning the rifle. That took some time. Being Alaska's starting to get light again, but not full on daylight. Everything's still pitch black, silhouetted in the trees. You could see where you're walking, but you're not getting full on light. So as they're going along,

his friend says, I keep hearing it. Do you hear it? It's moving in the grass. They were only maybe forty feet from where the grass ended, and then it went up the bank into the tree line. He goes, I don't hear anything in the grass. They keep talking and moving along periodically. His friend was behind him with the gun and would stop, hey, stop when they were talking. His friend told him, anytime I ask you to stop, you squat down low in case I have to swing

the barrel over the course of blocking. His friends sobering up, it's getting uncloudy as far as safety measures. There's something moving unknown. I don't want you being collateral damage if I'm swinging the barrel. So they get their game planned down in case the bear comes out, because they really at this point they had no clue. They continued going. They're exhausted, they came down from the drinking. Their headaches

are starting to kick in. So they decide, all right, let's stop, let's brew up some coffee, Let's have a little breakfast. Let the day come on in. Be done with this darkness craziness. So they had to go and find some brush, big enough fire to heat up and percolate the coffee. So they're together. His friend said, you're not leaving my side. We stay together. You don't want to go missing. They gather up what they needed to. They get this fire going and they're brewing the coffee.

And as they're doing so, it's getting lighter on the horizon. So his friends getting a little more comfortable, a little more relaxed. Sam's buddy falls asleep. Sam goes, it's light enough. The rifles there, He explained how to take the safety off. I'm gonna let him rest a little bit. Sam doing the same thing, chilling, relaxing. It percolated the coffee. Sam said he didn't even get it off of the rock. He was just so exhausted. He just laid back and

fell asleep as well. He wakes up approximately fifteen feet away from him in the grass. He keeps seeing something dark moving as he's waking up. He's trying to figure out what am I looking at. At first he thought it was the face and muslim of a bear reaches over and pats his buddy, who was sleeping. He wakes up groggly and mumbles something, and as his buddy's waking up mumbling this scene starts moving away. His buddy caught wind of the movement because they felt it in the ground.

That's unnerving. Shit. When something's close enough and it's heavy enough, you could feel it in the ground. So immediately his friend's up bear grab jumps up, has the rifle and is looking Sam stayed down. Sam couldn't see over the grass. His friend was standing up pre arranged stay down when I got the gun, that type of thing for safety. So Sam sitting there and his friends start pacing back and forth looking doing this number, and just keeps looking

down at Sam. Dude, this is something mat right. So Sam stands up and comes back behind him. He's not in any line of fire, and he goes what's going on. He said, that's not a bearer, that's a man. That's a man over there, he points. Sam doesn't see this figure at first. It's approximately seventy yards away at this point, at the tree line. Looking back at them, Sam said, once he focused saw this thing, he said, it had to have been every bit of at least nine foot tall.

It looked real, scrawny, pitch black looking hair. He couldn't make out the face because of silhouet. Sam starts pointing and his friend smacks his hand. Don't point at it, don't acknowledge it. Sam asked, what the hell are we dealing with? He tells them it's the hairy Man. We need to go. Let's start heading back towards fort yukons. Sam goes, what the hell's this, Harry Man, what are you talking about? Bigfoot wasn't a big thing as pop

culture goes, or so his buddy lays it out. The hairy Man will steal your women and children each et cetera. Sam's what the hell is this? What are you talking about? Because it made no sense to Sam. It wasn't even in his wheelhouse with what his buddy was talking about. His friend was deadly serious, said we gotta go. At that point, the fire wasn't very big that they heated up the coffee. They both grabbed a little bit of a sip. They were still concerned because it was still

standing there. Sam said that his friend was keeping watch with the rifle as he was putting out the fire and collecting things up so they could start beating feet back. As he was doing that, all of a sudden, his friend lets off a shot. It startled the shit out of Sam. He fell over backwards, spilled coffee down his leg. Hot coffee really woke him up, was like, what the hell?

What are you shooting at? Why'd you shoot? His buddy told him that this thing was peeping out back and forth doing this little sway thing and started motioning, moving quickly towards them, and he shot over it and it ran off. So Sam's like, all right, I'm not going to question this. I've seen it. I'm good. Let's go.

They finished gathering up and they start heading back. They make it back cross that creek near where the other camp was, and as they were coming up and through that area, fire was still smoldering out of the dirt A little bit, right.

little more real for him. They beat feet to get out of there. As they're trotting along, his friend insisted, you go ahead of me because this thing is behind us. I want the gun so in case it starts coming up behind us, I could turn around and not worry about you being in the way. So they're trying along. They're not in a but they're in a fast walk. They get into a point where the trail cuts up away from the river and goes into the trees. That's the trail they came out in. So they get up

the bank. They're in this treat area and off to their left, they heard this hollacious cracking sound. He said it sounded if someone had taken a huge, at least eight inch round tree and just crack it in half, if it was dry, just a real loud, snapping crack, and it freaked him out. He said that noise really startled him and shook him because it was such a powerful crack. His friend immediately says, we need to pick up our pace, and they're still miles away from their destination.

They continue along and they keep hearing this different levels of breaking and thrashing around off to their left hand side. Now they get to a point to where the trail breaks off to an old berry picking spot and then back towards fort Yukon. They of course were going back towards fort Yukon, but as they were in this little bit of a clearing where this why was, they both look up to their left and this thing is basically standing in the trail less than one hundred yards up there,

just looking at him. He said he still couldn't make out what it looked like because it was silhouetted. They continued on the fort Yukon. That was his first vacation, taking a break from working on the pipelines, he went back to work. They left it alone. He didn't tell anybody him. Sharing what the channel were the third to hear of his experience. His friend has since passed. They kept in touch for many years. His friend passed some years ago on a boating accident on the Yukon. I'm

going to thank Sam for sharing. That sucks. That's not how anyone wants their vacation. I want to share what you guys. Comes from a guy in his mid fifties, his named Blake. About six years ago, he asked his uncle, who hadn't hunted many years, if he could proxy hunt for him because he knew his uncle like cariboo. His uncle says, I don't like to thought of you going out hunting for me. He was real cryptic in his responses,

not giving him a definite answer. So finally Blake cornered his uncle, and his uncle finally agreed, Okay, I'll let you hunt for me. I just don't like the idea of you going out in the woods for me. Blake's like, no, I'm going for me, but if I'm going to be there, I might as well harvest you something. I know you love Caribou. They figure all the stuff out, They get their paperwork turned in for the proxy hunt permission and

all that kind of stuff. His uncle, upon leaving, warns him about hunting south the Sweet Lake, south of the north Fork of the Gulcano, which I've shared I think five experiences from this area, which boggles me that more people don't come forward, but I understand. So he was further south than everyone else. He didn't stay in the shantytown. He went out. He found this little honey hole where he saw a bunch of moose and figured, all right,

the moose are down over here. I think I'll go over this way and see if I can find some caribou which is heading back north towards the Dinnaley Highway. So he gets on his four wheeler. It was about the second morning, he said. That morning, he said it was odd. All the moose were acting weird. Some were walking in circles and then looking north, walking in a circle and then looking north, and he just he never

seen that behavior before. So he makes his way pre light, and it wasn't as cold as Blake would like it to be hunting. He liked it real crispy. He knew the animals would be moving. He gets up north, he finds this little cut he gets up on this little step. He's walking around and he noticed it's an old game trail, you know, there's depressions in there that he thought were old double bear step prints and just left it at that. He was hunting with a magnum, which is a stout round.

Definitely dropped mooser caribou. He goes around and he finds this little patch of alder willows. He kind of creates this little opening to where he has a line of sight over this little piece of marsh down below him from when the caribou come through. The one was in his favor. He felt really good about it. So he's sitting there for about an hour before daylight. He just kept hearing weird noises, like a weird grunting sound. So he starts looking off in the distance. He'ssing. He's glassing

the edge of the black spruce sect. He estimated about eight hundred yards out. As he's glassing and looking along, he sees a cow moose come out. The cow moose comes out and is almost trotting towards him. He had already got his moose, so he wasn't out for moose, but he was just watching what was unfolding in front of him. A bull moose, a young bull moose barely above spike and fork, barely had the little paddles. It

wasn't a mature bull. It follows her out, but he's watching and he's just curious by it because nature's unfolding before him and no careboul yet, So he's just watching. On this step that he was on, down below him were these another thick patch alderbrush. It was quite a bit of a step. Once he walked around and found his spot, it started off slightly sloped, and then as he walked around it really stepped off, and then those

alderbrushes wrapped around. He was on a bend on this step where he was looking out, So he's sitting there just bored. There's no caribou yet. It's not very cold, so he's, you know, I'm going around. He's glass and he's moose watching him, and he's hearing this grunt still, but he realizes that grunt isn't coming from the moose several hundred yards out, is coming from the step down below.

So he gets curious and he's like, I don't want to blow my cover because if a caribou's coming along me coming out, I could possibly get winded spook him, so I'm just gonna sit tight. So he's in this little cubby and he's barely inside the brush, just enough to see out, and he keeps listening. The cow moose is trotting almost at a full run, towards where he is,

so he thought, what the hell's going on here? The bull moose is chasing because it's in season, so he's trying to chase him a piece, But as they cover about half the distance, the bull moose immediately busts the u turn and haul's ass out of there. And it really struck him as funny because this moose is in rut, but the moose wanted to get his and he gave up right like real easily. And there was no other bulls around, so Blake was confused, like, man, what the

hell is this? He keeps hearing this grunting sound, it's more aggressive, and then he hears this low gurgling like growl roar sound. He's like, what the what? That must be a bear. I must be over a bear kill that's down below me and I didn't even know it. So his curiosity, he didn't want to stay where he was, so he figured, well, if there's a bear here, there ain't no caribou coming, So I'm just going to go

and take a look. I'm here, it's happening. Might not take a look, So he quietly as he can, crawls out, goes back around a little bit, starts back to where it slopes down a little easier, and he comes down to where he's on the same plane as the cow moose. At this point, because he had to backtrack, he's about three hundred yards from where this cow moose was running straight in to where his position was up on the hill.

As came off the trail he was on and was on the same plane and started walking towards the cow moose to see what was going on. He said there was something strange in the air. Lifelong hunter, he'd been out several times. He equates it to being immediately next to a bear, but there was nothing around. In the moment. I asked him, I was like that feeling. What did it feel unjust or unnatural? And he said not in

that moment. As he continued forward, he was doing a stock he was spotting the cow is still standing there, and the cow was acting really weird. It would take a couple of steps forward, acting aggressive with his ears back, and then it would back off, and this low, growling, gurgling sound was continuing in his line of view. He couldn't see what the cow could, so he decided he's

gonna just flank to his left, stay low. Hopefully the wind stays in his favor enough to get an eye on what this bear is doing, because in his mind he thought it was a bear. So he does this little half moment thing, and he's still about two hundred yards out. He gets into a position where he sees something dark just inside the alders, the cow looking in its directions. The cow is acting aggressive, but wasn't coming forward to go and stop the bear like you normally would,

so he's glassing. It's still dark enough to where he can't see into that shadow, so he's like, man, so I'm gonna get a little closer. I'm armed. I'll be a good enough distance away to put some shots on a bear if it's charging over its kill or whatever. He was just really curious about what was going on, so he, little by little is making his way through these little in the tundr. You gotta understand his little troughs in between, and it's uneven ground, so he's taking

his time slowly getting closer. He closed the gap about one hundred yards, slides up and peeks over. He sees movement, and the cow moose is sidestep and out of the view. She was blocking what he was trying to look at, and as soon as she was clear of it, she charged forward a little bit and then backed off again and was just all bristled up, ears back and just making this weird noise, making a call. He brings up the binoculars again. It was still so dark he couldn't

really see what was going on. All he saw was up dark in there, and it was moving back and forth. And he heard the gurgling growly as he was getting his rifle scope up, because it had a little further reach than his binoculars, he was pulling up his rifle as so as he pulled his rifle up and put his scope over on it, this thing stood up, he said, guesstimating by the size of the brush this thing's height,

he was guessing about ten foot tall. He said. He was immediately thrown off because he had never seen a bear that big. Grizzly bears usually don't get ten foot tall. Coastal brownies will because they got all that salmity, But interior grizzlies they maybe max out of seven hundred pounds for a really good size one. So he was confused at this thing's size. He's man, it's a big bear. Still, it was all silhouetted. He couldn't make out any definition.

He figures, all right, I'm gonna try to get a little closer since I'm still at a safe rage to get shots on this thing. He again does his little crawl thing, and as he got about three more mounds of tundra closer, he started getting a sink and feeling like, ah, this is a bad idea. So he decides what I'm going to do is show myself fully and make some noise and disrupt nature and see what I can see.

Because his curiosity just had him, he stands up and starts yelling, hey, he's waving his rifle back and forth, making himself bigger. Cow Mus doesn't pay him one lick of attention at all. He did not exist. However, the dark shadow paid attention to him let out this blood curdling scream. Holler, growl, all in unison, just all combined. Blake said that we both laughed about it. He said, I could share this portion. He wet himself. It startled

him so badly. He had been drinking coffee all morning and sitting there holding it in hopes for caribou, had a full bladder when this happened. He wet himself from the startle of it. When that scream happened, this thing came out of the shadows more into the light. It wasn't necessarily full on light yet, but he could see see a big, hulking black thing in humanoid shape. He said it was still about one hundred and twenty ish

yards out roughly. The adrenaline dump was very heavy. He had almost a half a mile to get to his wheeler to get out of there, so he still had to go on foot, luckily not towards this thing, but away from it. All this is transpiring, he still had to make an exit, he said. He lowered down, he grabbed his rifle, made sure he was locked and loaded, and yelled out, hey, I'm over here, I'm over here right, just saying stuff. It made no sense. He even admitted

it made no sense. He just wanted to make noise, human noise. See what happens right, see if the single go away. He didn't feel comfortable turning his back trying to run away spark some predatory response. He was just honestly really freaked out, he said. He was shaking really hard. He couldn't bring himself to put the rifle up to his shoulder. The cow moose had backed off a little bit.

This thing after the scream, turned around, walked back towards the brush, and then he realized why the cow moose was back in that way. The thing was eating its calf. That was the noises he was hearing. This thing was eating this moose calf. This thing basically took the moose calf, had it its whole head in its hand, he said, and just nonchalantly walked off to his left. The cow moose tried along the little ways and then turned off and then went back towards the tree line behind them.

So what he suspected was this sink got her calf. She retreated. This young bull moose, not knowing any better, being in season, followed her back. Realized what was going on, got the hell out of dodge and with Blake, not knowing what was going on up above, came down and figured it all out. He said he couldn't give any detail other than big dark silhouette moving away, and as soon as it was far enough away that he thought it couldn't catch up very quickly, he made his escape.

He he didn't tell anyone else because they hunted as a group, but separately. Blake picked his spot and his other two buddies picked their spots in different areas. They didn't want to all be in one area hunting together, so they all picked their areas there. On his way back to his camp, he was thinking, I need to share this with my buddies. He gets back to camp, he ends up not sharing it. He holds onto it. The trip was basically ruined for him. The weather came in.

It was just real horrible for hunting. His buddies showed up like, hey, we want to pack it in, so he agreed. He didn't want to be there either. He was just trying to figure a good excuse. He thought about faking appendicitis because he didn't want to look weak in front of his friends. I get it. So he gets home. He goes and tells his uncle and his uncle looked at him and said, damn it, I knew it. I didn't want you to go hunt for me. And his uncle seemed mad, and he was like, hey, I'm

trying to tell you something. Here he goes, I saw something similar. Not killing a moose or anything, but I saw a figure similar. That's why I stopped hunting. That's why I didn't want you going hunting for me. That was such a strange coincidence. You know, his uncle dealt with something similar that stopped him from hunting. Blake, trying to be a good guy and look out for his elder,

has a similar experience. Anyone else out there that have been hunters that hunt south of the d'analey Highway, if you've seen something similar, please fill us in. I can't necessarily say that's a hot spot for activity because as this cliche shit, it seems random, but in the same area, different years miles apart.

and effort. I know I was out of state, man, it made it hard to communicate and stuff, so I sincerely appreciate you taking the time to make it happen. A young lady reached out from an unspecified village early twenties, will name her Shiloh. She and one of her little cousins are another female in this particular area. They were going last year to check on how the berry patches were coming, along as an excuse to get away from the daily grind and chores of putting up fish and

all the stuff we do in the village. So they took it as an excuse to one look for berries, which you're never wasting time there. Basically get a break from all the younger kids and whatnot. Right, So Chilo's going along and her a little cousin stop at the first patch of tundra. There's probably she guesstimated it about two miles between tree lines away far tree line and away far tree line. They were damn near dead center

of them, wide open. All that was there was like an old wagon wheel trail of four wheeler track, just one trail. They stopped at the first match and looking around, and she noticed that all little berry bushes, the blackberries and stuff looked already picked, not even forming or anything. Only a few, like most of them were not ready. They were way too green. She knows there was a bunch missing, and she just thought it was odd, like

they should be developing. It looks like they had been picked out, because obviously she would know what picked out area berries looks like. They continue on down this path for about a quarter mile, give her take. She was spitballing into gestimation. They get to another spot. They're looking around. Her little cousin went to the opposite side to check.

She gets about thirty yards away. So Doo Shiloh go on the opposite direction off this trail, because it's like a big horseshoe, and they were just at the apex of the horseshoe. Basically, it would be probably eleven thirty on the clock. She goes off thirty forty yards just glancing down at the tuns or looking at the condition of the berries and stuff, and this area didn't look all picked out, so she was just kind of gauging.

Picked a salmon berry was still it wasn't right yet, but she picked it anyway, just to get a little taste of it. So they're sitting there, time is going by, they're dinking around, their eyes are down that every once while she'd look around keeping out for bears. They had the rifle holder on the front of the four wheeler with the shotgun on it. Smart they're ready in case anything happened. She said her uncle was very intent on every kid knew how to use the shotgun, load the shotgun.

Every time they left the village, that shotgun had to be on the four wheeler, otherwise they did not leave the village, which is good in my opinion. Kids should know how to properly handle a firearm in the correct context. Kurt little cousin found a really good patch, so she goes and joins her cousin, which would be the south

side of the big looping arch of a horseshoe. Sheaped four wheeler trail that they used to get back to their berry picking spots because they only around the one trail, so it wasn't tearing up all the thunder because this was prime berry patch, very big berry patch. She joins her little cousin. They're sitting there. Her little cousin's picking a few of the blackberries are still not quite right, but she's just getting a taste of them. You got

to understand, this is in the early fall. Nothing's quite ripe. They're just scouting, basically.

something coming from literally a mile in each direction. We would look around every once in a while, nothing, So they're playing this little string game for a little bit. As they're wrapping up being in that area, they get back over the four wheeler. They got a couple more spots to check to bring back a full report. They didn't want to go back home with half the information at they're asked to gather. So they continue down a

little further. It would be approximately about the one one thirty area on this horseshoe, if we're looking at it as a clock. They've already made it most of the way through this loop again, flat tundra. You got the divots and stuff in the tundra, but it's wide open. There's not even scrub brushing there. At the far far end, it's a little bit of marsh before it reached the black spruce. So they heard ducks and stuff taken off, so they were watching the ducks for a little bit.

They watched the ducks take off and circle around land again. They saw a couple of Canadian geese. They're basically just wildlife watching and checking for berries. What more could you ask for it? She said, it was super peaceful. The sun was out, it wasn't cold, but it wasn't overly hot. It was just perfect condition for relaxation. They are literally sitting on a four wheeler looking around them in all directions, flat tundra, nothing there. They fire up the four wheeler.

They're going down the trail out of nowhere, about fifty yards off to their left hand side, there's this big, hulking figure, approximately foot tall at least. She was trying to be conservative, is she was like, it's a big frickin monster. But the thing of it is that this thing was doing this motion. She said. It was almost like she fell into a trance. She said, in that moment, she felt peace. She felt like her uppu, her grandpa was calling her over. It was that kind of feeling

she was getting from this thing again. This single four wheeler trail with ruts, so in order to go towards that thing, she had to go over these bumps to turn away from the trail. As she did that, she pumped her knee hit it pretty hard in a jarring motion. Snapped her out of this trance that she had. She made eye contact with this thing, she said. The facial complexion was a milky gray, very wrinkly pitch black eyes. The sun was behind them, so this thing was fully

lit up right there about fifty yards she guestimated. And now they're pointing straight at it. It's not moving, it's his gently doing this motion like this. She's out of that trence and she recognized who was overcome that she had been fooled. Something was tricking her mind into thinking that this creature was their friend, initially until she bumped her knee, and that snapped her out of it. She said. In that moment, the realization of what was happening was

so overwhelming to her, she had tears streaming. Of course, she banked back up onto the trail and hauled ash. She went and grabbed one of her older cousins, said was the only one around. Everyone else jumped on a skiff and they were doing stuff outside of the village while they had been gone, so there was just one older cousin, a male. They got her young cousin into the house, doors locked, all that stuff. Don't answer the doortell, we give back her and her older male cousin went

back out that way. When they get back out to where it had gone down or whatever, they had no cameras or anything like that. She just recently got her cell phone when she moved away from the village, so there was no portable cameras. I asked, because there was big, heavy, deep impressions, she said. It was very reminiscent of the pictures Vincent Wassley sent with the tungeer broken with the

foot imprint. Her older cousin was just, ah, jeez, yeah, because at first he thought they were just being silly little girls. Maybe a bear was there. They got startled. He was looking for reasoning to dismiss the girls because they were silly girls. He was obviously wrong because she's very sharp. They get there, he pops the shotgun out of the holder, and they go over and she shows them where the tracks are. They look and they see the tracks going in a straight line, one in front

of the other. They weren't offset. It literally went back towards that pond. Now that pond was a distance away, because they could barely see it as a sliver at the distance, and when the ducks were taken off and flying around earlier, so they decide they got the gun. She's got a male companion with her to go and check it out. He was curious, She was terrified. She kept telling them, I told you, I'm telling the truthless goal.

He knows, I'm going to see this thing for myself, so I could say I saw it and not just have it a track in the ground, right, she said. He was a little older, so that would make him going into the late twenties. They start walking and she didn't want to be alone, so she's stuck by him. He had the gun a hard head to go and check this situation out. They walked. They followed the track. She said she had to take four steps to equal one stride length of this thing. She said, she's five

foot seven. You used to run cross country, so she was used to taking longer steps. She said. It was four of hers compared to the one her older cousin. The further they got away from the four wheeler trail, the more nervous he got. So they got about one hundred yards from the four wheeler. When across that pond away they saw this dark figure standing there and it's doing this number really hard, swaying back and forth really hard.

Her cousin spots it just as she spots it, and he starts waving his hands up with the shot in his hand. Hey over here, you know, trying to get its attention because this thing was focused on them, but it just kept swaying. So he was like, okay, I see it as the Harry manner. They start going back towards the four wheeler. Every few steps, her cousin was

looking back to make sure they weren't being followed. The problem was every time he looked back, it was in a different position, coming towards them, covering ground rather quickly. He got her to start running, and he started running. Got back to the four wheeler when they jumped on and he put the shotgun in the holder. This thing was within one hundred yards already and closing in on

them very fast. He fired up the four wheeler, had it running, and then he felt this thing was coming, beelining for him, so he pulled the shotgun back out and fired around in the air, racked another shell in when he shot into the air. This thing at tumble and then tumbled again, then took off on all fours, heading about approximately three quarters of a mile to the tree line, to the opposite side of this huge opening of tundra. He feels safer now because it's running away,

the four wheelers running. She's looking all around for any other ones. The thought of how quickly these things moved, because this thing that they said it did not stop. It hit the tree line. They hard some crashing at a distance. It was just gone, disappeared. So they look around a little more. Go back, talk to her little cousin. When the other folks came back, the older cousin went with other males from the village. They went out. If anyone else knows what I'm talking about, Shallow is not

a real name. I'm not naming the village. But she said there was several others part of this, so if you are one of those, please reach out. Any others from this particular area where if this sounds familiar and you were part of that, please speak out. They go back with all the older males. He takes them right to where this thing went into the trees. They paired

up in groups of two. There was approximately eight of them, so there's four little groups, all armed, looking not to kill it, but to make it clear it can't come. They wanted it to feel unwelcome, right because the way they viewed it, this thing was awfully freaking friendly and awfully open daylight to keep accosting younger people. They weren't going to have it. So they hit the trees and they break up into their team, some safety buddy and whatnot.

They got to the back side of that tree line and there are some smaller marshes with little islands of spruce and stuff.

How it was going through the trees. I don't know, if it was to lose the trail, whatever, I don't know. All speculation. So they're on the backside when they were at the edge of this tree line, they're looking out across the muskeg on the opposite side to see if it had continued, and they noticed some spots that they assumed were its tracks still going away. So they were happy that it was gone out of the area and still moving away. So they felt safe enough and they

retreated back. Shiloh said that two weeks later, three weeks later, someone had some smoked salmon hanging that they had not tended to. They were busy doing other things. They just hadn't quite tinded to their smoked salmon and their smokehouse. Their particular house is right at the edge of the village. The smokehouse mysteriously was knocked down. It didn't look damaged,

It just looked like it was pushed over. There was some tracks seen, but the person who saw the track was a younger kid that thought they were bear tracks. Ran told someone, and I saw bear tracks. Oh well, okay, it makes sense. They thought nothing of the hairyman. They thought a bear pushed it over, being a brute, just pushed it over and took the fish right. They were upset about that. Now they hadn't forgot the hairyman thing, but it wasn't fresh on their mind. This was a

few weeks later. So the kid that found it knocked over whatever, went and told his dad. His dad grabbed his bear gun, went and tracked this thing aways. He got approximately three hundred yards from the village proper where they were at on this little game trail, and he was coming up to where the trail entered the black spruce in the willows, he felt something had never felt before, a very unnatural fear that compelled him to stay where

he was knelt down and was eyeing. He felt like he's being watched, and he was trying to discern where is he being watched from.

has a handful of if salmon strips. But these salmon strips are approximately eighteen to twenty two inches long, each looking like little pieces of grass sticking out on each end of this thing's big hand. The guy got the hell out of there. From what I understand was the last sighting. That was the last experience. Then this is just last year, last fall. There hasn't been anything since. She just moved away from the village February ish and is currently an anchorage. I want to thanks Shiloh very

much for reaching out. Very bright young lady, very concise in what she was talking about, very sharp girl. I want to thank her for reaching out sharing that with me. I was asking, can you reach out to you? Who else you know? Was Aaron, see if they'd be willing to talk. She said she would, but she also requested that I make the requests so if anyone from this situation it sounds familiar, please reach out. She wasn't gonna

throw anyone under the bus. She was willing to give me names, and I told her just roll go on one of those. I'll keep you anonymous. Again. Thank you Shiloh for sharing. We'll catch you guys on the next one. You have a good one.