SO EP:536 Bigfoot Stalked Us While Berry Picking!

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kids because grandma was going to be gone. The way it worked out, she was unhappy with it, but she liked her little cousin, so it was no big deal. As she made her arrangements to extend her stay out a couple weeks, one of the younger cousins asked her if they could go berry picking, and she was all for it. There was really not a whole lot of people in the village, and where her grandma's house was the furthest away from all the other buildings of the village.

Very small village. She didn't want to share the name, still small to this day. The kids asked if they could go berry picking. She had no problem with it because wheeler trail went right by her grandma's place out onto the berry picking patch.

They were near one of these islands of black spruce picking the berries, and she was teaching them how to put more in the bucket than in the mouth, so they had something show when they got home. So she was having a giggle with the kids, and one of the older ones of the three said, Hey, who's that

man watching us. She immediately said, what man, because most adult males were on the river doing into season stuff, getting ready for hunting, stuff like that, so she was shocked to hear that there was actually someone an adult male around. She turned and looked at where he was pointing. In approximately she's guestmating about two hundred year yards. This kid was pointing at this figure standing in the trees.

As soon as she looks up and seen it, it started moving just inside the tree line that she could see. It wasn't a very big group of trees, and she could see it moving at repositioned and squatted down looking back at them. Immediately, she felt sick her stomach and asked the kids to gather up their stuff quickly, that are are berry pickings done? They did that, and she's trying to keep the kids in front of her without freaking out. She grew up hearing Harryman stories and stuff.

She was aware, but she didn't realize how real the stories were. Even though she'd heard her older uncles and stuff talking about seeing them before and this and that. She just always chalked it up to the way to control kids and keep them near home. That was her overall attitude about it initially, So she's hurrying the kids along, and again, they're about a half mile from the villa. She could see her grandma's house off in the distance,

so they kept going. She saw What struck her about it is when she looked over it and saw it moved along the tree lur and it seemed like when it turned back to look at them as soon as it made eye contact with her and at that distance, because I asked, I was like, two hundred yards's pretty. Are you sure it was just not looking at your group or whatever? She goes, it looked me in the eye. I could feel it looking me in the eye, which

is a creepy thought. But every time she walking the kids along, every time she turned around and look back at that group of trees, it was still right there. Until she got out of view of it. Just because of the lay of the land, there was a little bit of a rolling hill. She lost sight of it. So she's hurrying the kids along because she can no longer tell where it's at, and she's trying not to freak out and scare the kids, but making a game

of it. Let's play race to Grandmas and whatnot. Just getting the kids moving, so she makes a game of it. The kids tick off running and as they're running along, she's keeping distance between her and the kids, so she could turn around and look every once in a while and then tell the kids, I'm gaing on you, you know, just to encourage them to run faster without scaring them.

situation up. So she's really freaking out. Encourages the kids to all out run. She grabbed one of the smaller ones, held it, grabbed the other second smallest one, and drag it along. Basically, poor kids, they didn't understand what was going on, but she was panic stricken and getting them really moving. And the oldest one was capable and was staying ahead of them as they ran. So she gets

back to her grandma's house. She shuts and locks the windbreak door and then gets inside and shutting locks the inside door. She gets all the kids shuffled into the room. It's a two room cabin. The big main room is kitchen living room combined, and the second room is basically one big bedroom with three beds in it. She got the kids in there. There's two windows in there. They were up higher just above the ceiling, and down just I think she said there were two feet by four

feet windows on each wall in the corner. She got the kids to play a game of hide and go seek and get under the bed. She's trying not to panic, but she gets the kids under the bed. She makes sure the curtains are drawn, and she goes back out into the living room area. Right next to the door is their shotgun for bears. She grabs at she makes sure it's loaded, and then she retreats herself back into the bedroom. She heard, or she felt the footsteps of

this thing coming along. She jumped on the VHF radio real quick and made a call, Hey, so and so at Gram's house.

was feeling herself freaking out. She's heard something brushing against the by the front door, by the windbreak area, and she was listening really close. And now that she's holding the shotgun, the kids are like, is there a bear?

right hand side, which would be the kitchen side. She notices a shadow moving on the floor from the light coming in. That just told her that something's outside that window, moving back and forth. So she goes out of the bedroom, peeks around that corner, and by the time she got there, there was nothing in the window.

freaking out. She said the growling was so terrifying because everyone could feel it in the floor as they were laying on their bed. Ellie's this thing was growling last died.

She said, she don't know how long, but she was trying to keep the kids from screaming because they were squealing every once in a while and as they were squealing, the growling, which she said, it didn't sound like it was moving from that one to almost like it found a place to look in at him, or something was trying to keep an eye out for him, is the feeling she got. After a little while passed, the kids were crying and stuff and really freaked out. She hears

the VHF radio. It was one of her relatives that had a rover that was upriver started calling back to her saying, we heard you. We just weren't able to get enough signal to reach you, but we heard you. She stuck under that bed and all she could do is listen to this. So she built up all her courage, gets out from underneath the bed, slowly peeks out the window. She doesn't notice it out the window that she'd just

seen it in a little while before. Grabs the VHF and says, there's a bear outside of Grandma's house.

said she felt it through her whole body. The kids shrieked and squealed underneath the bed and were crying real loud. She basically dropped the vhf's little hand mike and retreated under the bed with the kids.

unlocked the doors and let them in. They were telling her, hey, we didn't see any sign of bear. There was a hairy man outside. What she saw was a hairy man, not a bear. She didn't want to say that in front of the kids. She didn't want to startle them or whatever. But now that the other adults came, they brought it up and so the kids were super freaked out. Nothing else happened during her trip there. She went back once since then, since she graduated college some years later.

She said her grandma's house is no longer there. There's a few other homes that were what she would call landmarks of the village that are no longer there. There were some newer hut homes and stuff like that, but she hasn't been back since that one trip. I want to thank Tina for reaching out because it was hard for her. It was the first time she shared it. I thank her for coming forward. I wanted to share with you. Comes from We'll just we'll call them Caleb.

So after a couple of conversations he got back hold of me. Now what happened with Calebs is he borrowed his stepdad's four wheeler. He had been to the spot south of the Naley Highway once or twice, not far from Swede Lakes. It's a place of many encounters actually, so he went back in there and he went alone. He realized almost immediately the folly in that thought, that

wind of thinking of I could do everything alone. He was a younger guy, and he fully admitted he took on more than he could chew alone.

the Alphabets. Now, he said, once he came up onto the upper Plateau from the little valley there, this little upper plateau, you know, well basically the Alphabet Mountains, which are a series of really high buttes. And he gets up in there and he decides he's going to wheeler back up to one of these buttes camp at the bottom of it, because the last time he was there he saw activity as far as game in that area.

He spotted a couple of bull moose from that perch, many Cariboo, and so he decided that's what he was going to do. He had it all figured out in his mind. So he gets back up in there. This is a journey that took multiple hours. It's not like he just unloaded and all of a sudden he was right there. No, it's quite a journey, multiple hours by four wheeler. The weather had been utter shit. He finally gets back up in there, he got himself a fire going.

It was just after dark. Once he got basically set up, he was just using a little two man pop tent. He was going light, just get in and out was his thought process. So he goes to bed that night after eating and tending to the fire a little bit where he was. It wasn't raining horribly hard, so he tried to set up the fire.

and goes out and starts beaming around. Doesn't see anything now when he steps out of the front of the tent. To his immediate right is the beginnings of this basically sheer drop from it's actually a wall beside him of rock, and to his left it drops down little steps like a declining rise, down to the alders and willows. So he looks off to the left. He sees nothing at first, and he's panning back and forth, and he could.

I was going to. So he gets a fire going, gets it nice and bright, and he's warming up some coffee and doing some various things getting ready. He has his rifle laying on the rear rack of the four wheeler, which is five feet from the fire, and as he's sitting there, he's resting, leaning back against the rack. He didn't want to hunt for his stump to sit on that he had put behind the tent under some tarps

so didn't get wet. As he was sitting there, just leaning against the rack and just be yawn and stretching, sipping on some coffee, he hears this grunt again. So he had his flashlight right beside him. He just immediately turns it on and starts beaming around, and initially he catches a little bit of eyeshine, and he said it was just the slightest, almost like as soon as.

The lumens of his beam didn't have enough candela to penetrate the darkness enough to make out anything other than some eye shine. However, he did say that the eye shine was big. It was pretty wide set as far as the eyes. Again, it was at a distance. He couldn't say for sure how many inches of eyes were apart, but he knew he could tell it was large. He didn't realize how large until he got a little lighter,

And I'll explain that. So he's holding the rifle in the flashlight and he's yelling out, hey, hunter over here. He didn't know what he was dealing with, so in case it was another hunter coming through, he was just making it obvious like it wasn't. I mean, in his words, he had a tent, a fire, and a wheeler right there. Any other human would have recognize that and at least answered back nothing. The eye shine goes away, he hears some movement, just sits there and waits and kills the flashlight.

Keeps his back to the fire, and he's trying to acclimate his eyes to night vision better overall night vision, or at least low light vision. And as his eyes are adjusting, he hears movement, but it doesn't come in. It's at a distance. Always at a distance, he said, but it seemed to be the same distance, roughly fifty yards. As Caleb is sitting there pondering what he's gonna do, he keeps calling out periodically.

He had first time he put one in upside down and had to fix it. Meanwhile, while he's fumbling and jumbling around, he hears this thing a little further away than what was initially the steps that went by with the growley, and he turns on the flashlight and he's not seeing anything. His heart, rated, he said, is jacked. Caleb's in his mid twenties, he's outdoorsman. He's been jogging, running all that stuff. So he could feel his blood pressure in his eyes. From what he said, he could

feel his heart beat in his eyes. His heart was pounding so hard. As he's beaming around, he catches a glint of the eye shine again about thirty yards away, off to his left hand side. Now, as he's looking at this eye shine, all of a sudden, this hllacious, loud, very high pitched. It was almost as high pitched as a tea kettle whistling, just super high pitched womanlike scream

coming right at him. He said it was so loud it hurt his ears so much so that he found himself trying to turn his head and put in one hand over his ear, trying to cut that ear and block it from the piercing noise. And as soon as that scream stopped, he said it lasted about twenty to twenty two seconds ish, something like that. As soon as that stopped, he heard the footsteps again, don't, don't, and

they were going away. He beams the light in that direction and notices a dark silhouette off in the distance moving away. So he finishes what he's doing. He's no longer hungry. He just dumps the meal out on the ground and gets the pot clean, shuts off the burner, starts letting it cool off, and he's slowly packing the stuff, keeping his eyes in the direction of that noise the silhouette he saw. Gets everything packed up, and very quickly

he rolled his tent up bungee corded around it. He didn't give a crap if it was packed right or not. Was latching everything down to the four wheeler real fast. Meanwhile, when he was going back and forth grabbing again, he went really light, so it's not like he had a whole crap ton to load up. But when he was going back and forth, each time he would kick more rocks and dirt on his fire to make sure it was getting smothered. He goes back over to the wheeler.

He's got the rifle in his lap, and he fires up the wheeler, getting ready to leave. And it's at this point where he said, starting to get light on the horizon. That light on the horizon made him calm down a little bit because he really didn't want a wheeler in the dark out of there, So he said

he sat still and waited on daylight. And once it got daylight enough for him to easily see the trail, but the trees were still silhouetted, he started his journey out of there, he said, when he was going down the trail, backtracking the way he came up, because he basically had to make his own trail from a lower trail to get up to that little rise, he said it was when he was going down that he had his rifle in a gun holder on the front rack

of the wheeler. As he was going down, he noticed something dark cross the trail in front of him, just out of the way of the little headlights on the four wheeler. He said, the headlights he had on it were crap, they barely worked, but he saw enough to see this dark thing cross the trail, so immediately he breaks he turns on his flashlight. He's beaming around and he sees nothing, so he's got his rifle out of

the rack. He's just sitting there, staring around into the darkness with the flashlight holding the rifle, looking for any movement, any sound of noise.

he was trying to make his meal. Taffrey dumped it out when he was getting everything going to get out of there. The smell, he said, was almost like it was following him. The smell itself was following him, like it stuck to him or something. He got down to the bottom of that trail where he had broken off from a lower trail, and he led a shot off in the air boom, just to make it known that he had no sooner he did that. He said, about sixty yards away, he heard thrashing running through the brush

like it was coming towards him. So immediately he racks another round in the rifle and points the flashlight in that direction. And he said, when he beamed in that direction, the movement coming towards him stopped. He's beaming over there. All of a sudden, the thing stood up and was looking at him, and he said, he just came through that brush, and he knew that brush was over his head by at least almost a foot. He was riding on the back of the wheeler at another foot of that.

So roughly the brush was about six foot tall. That's a rough guestimation. It's an approximate, it's not an exact, but this thing was three to four foot taller than that, looking at him, and he said it looked like it was a brownish black color, kind of grizzled, but he couldn't make out the face. All he could see was the eye shine.

done was open its mouth real, real wide. He said, it looked like it disfigured its face when it opened its mouth to let out that high pitched scream again. He said, when it let out the high pitched scream, he immediately shot in the air again. And once he did that, he said, it dropped out of sight into the alders in the willows, and he heard it thrashing

and running away. And he said, once he heard it get to a satisfied distance for him to not focus on it, he turned around and hauled asked as quick as he could, as safely as he could out of there. He went back around, dropped back down towards the north fork of the Vulcana, and when he got down there by where the shantytown was starting. He asked a couple of people that were up and moving if they had heard the scream, and they said, yeah, they heard the scream.

He just continued and made his way out of there, and that was basically the end of what he dealt with. He asked me to ask anyone listening, if you were out that way and heard those screams, if you could contact me and I could put you in contact with Caleb. He would like to talk to you about the area and what he dealt with. That's what Caleb dealt with. He had a visual sighting this thing was within one hundred yards, his face deforming when it opened its mouth

really wide. He said, was creepier than the scream, because he said it almost looked like his face was imploding as that its mouth got wider. He said, it was the damnedest thing. So I want to thank Caleb for reaching out. He was still really freaked out when he called me. The hunters, beware, beware, while you're out there.

bear tracks and some other animal tracks. So Simeon retrieved the firearm from the skiff. Their relatives were sitting there, they were getting ready to eat lunch. They just sat in a skifty launch while him and his wife went and explored this game trail a little bit. They were walking what he said was approximately due west along this trail. Initially he said it was open grassy area with the game show cutting right through it back into some black

spruce and some willow alders. They got back through into the trees, and they told their relatives they wouldn't go very far. Simeon had a twelve gage. He slung it over his shoulder.

You know, it's a stick brush up against him that didn't quite match the surrounding area, but he thought none of it. They keep going as they're going around, coming into another clearing, he knows of what appeared to be the same stick brushing against him again, which he freely admits that he was not on top of his game as far as paying attention to his surroundings. He was watching the trail because there's a lot of exposed roots,

and he was stumbling and tripping a little bit. The second time he sees what he thought was the identical stick. He turns it looks and he sees nothing. There's a lot of thick brush. He couldn't really make out anything. He didn't see the stick that just brushed against him, and thought it was weird and left it alone. Him and his wife continued out into this clearing, which is an area of muskeg. They're sitting there talking for a

little bit. His wife was looking around basically was like, this is pretty and it's interesting.

so going in it was on his left. Coming out, it brushed him on his right hand side.

his wife gets hit with a pine cone. Now, she was looking up when he turned back to look at her, and she's looking up for where the pinecone came from, and there was none on these particular spruce trees, and so she was like, did you throw a pine cone at me? And he said no, and.

pitch black, dark silhouette standing there, and it moved. Simeon said, it moved from his right to left and they couldn't see it anymore, and immediately they turned around and started high tailing it through the black spruce trail that they were on. He said, when they got to where it opened back up into the grassy area of the sawgrass next to the river, and it was a straight shot to the skiff, he stopped and turned around because he

could hear movement behind him going back and forth. They couldn't run really fast because it was really tight zigzags getting through there because the vegetation was so dense, and of course the tree roots and all that. It's a paint in the ass and they're jacked up on adrenaline. So when he gets to the clearing, his wife continues. He turns around because he had been hearing the crossing of the trail back behind him several times, crashing and breaking.

He heard a couple grunts, so he turns around, and he said immediately he was too scared to lip that shotgun because this thing was the same fifteen feet away, just inside. It didn't quite break free of the tree line. It was just inside, obscured partially by another black spruce tree. He said the fact that he saw it stop moving

was the only reason he knows noticed it. He said it was so seamlessly camouflage into its surroundings because of it, he said, when he got a better look at it, with more daylight on it, he said he could tell it had grizzled hair, like that grizzled color where you got a mixture of black, white, brown, gray, you know that kind of stuff, So it blended in seamlessly. He equated it similarly to a spruce chicken or a spruce grasp.

So he's looking right at it, he said, he could see the face, but it was almost like a tanned leather, a dark tanned leather looked to it. He couldn't make out a whole lot of detail because he said he was freaking out. He said, there's no hair around the eyes, in the nose area, and around the mouth. He said, what really stood out to him is the look in this thing's eyes. He said that the eyes were black, but there was a glimmer to them from the daylight.

Light in the eyes, so to speak. He said he wasn't quite sure what its intention was, but he didn't feel like it was anything good. I asked him, how tall do you think it was? Simeon was not good with sizes, so he said it could have been anywhere from eight to ten foot tall, maybe a little taller, but he wasn't really good about that. As he's sitting here staring at this thing in eye contempt, he said, it it was like slow motion. It seemed like it

was taking forever for this to happen. His wife had already made it back to the skiff, screaming for help from their other relatives. They had three other people on the skiff, two males won female. They didn't want to give names of the people, and Simeon didn't want to share.

be rushing me mode or vibe. It put off and it's looked at them both sized and bolt up and just made a grunt sound and then just backed away from them, almost like it was floating, he said. And then it just moved off into the brush and just immediately disappeared because of its coloring. Then they turned around once it was out of you, and they I tell them back to the skiff and they got out of there again. This just happened a little over a week ago,

something like that. I've only had a chance to talk to him a couple times, seeming. If you're watching this and I left anything out, I don't believe I did. Because of all the other stuff we talked about as far as the skip riding and stuff. You know, as we talked about, it doesn't pertain to the actual encounter. So they retreat out of there. They get back to the skiff. The others in the skiff not to laugh,

because me and Simmy laughed about it too. They had already untied from the shore and they were idling in the channel. So they get Today's and they're like, hey, you know, get back over here or whatever, and so they pull back up and they jump on. Simeon's wife is just going on about what the hell, what the hell was that thing. Once they were in the skip and they were taking off back down river, they got

to a little sandbar place. Simeon had his relative beach up on that sandbar or gravel bar just to catch his breath and tell everyone what happened and explain to it to everybody. And he explained to them about the harry Man, and he thought it was just folklore from the past and just a way to keep control over kids and women found out differently that day. He like a lot of people are now on our journey to

figure out more, which is understandable. There's so many unanswered questions and so many theories out there, damn good theories. But until we have something a little more solid, it's going to be very difficult. I'm going to thank Simeon for reaching out. He didn't really want to share because he didn't think there was much to it, But I mean, there's plenty to it. This thing was using a stick to brush against them to get their attention, which is odd.

Normally you would hear that there'd be an aggressive making noises to alert the people coming to scare them out of the area. And just the fact that it was using a stick to kind of mess with them, it's contriguing in itself. Was it being playful? I had no clue me personally, I don't trust these things for nothing. I asked him, did you feel like shooting? He said, I had slugs in the shotgun and I did not feel I will do enough with it in order to make it worthwhile.

The eyes were black and beady, wide set. The nose was flat to the face again that dark tan leathered look. The hair wasn't around the actual face. In the mouth area, it looked like it had a protruding mouth. He was just giving the description again. I want to thank him. I want to thank you guys for joining me. We'll catch you guys on the next one.