SO EP:539 Get Outta Here or I'll Shoot!

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Island on another little remote island. This particular cabin his uncle built. He built it in stages. The first part was just a very small shanty shack just big enough for an old drum, converted into a wood stove, basically just dried in enclosure. As he built onto it, it ended up having slab wood on the outside. What slab

wood is how it sounds slabs of wood. When you have one of those portable sawmills and you've cut them into the dimensional lumber, you get pieces of slab and what ends up happening is you stack them like this, and then you stack other ones to fill the gaps. He's been at the place going on fifteen years, spending a lot of time except winters. Winters he would go out of state for his regular job, work that regular job, and just spend the rest of the time back up

here in Alaska. It was approximately in his tenth year there, that strange thing started happening. He noticed that when he would get there in the early spring in the mornings, he was greeted by these scream type howls off in the distance, and he just thought it was odd, and he was like, I've never quite heard that before. It's probably just some random animal cut in a trap. It's mating call at spring or something. He was just excusing me away. So Joanah's uncle just continued like that for

the next couple of years. After a couple of years of that, he'd hear those screams in the spring and then again in the fall, just before he was getting ready to head back out of state for his regular job. His uncle was an independent contractor. He didn't get into what, but that's how he made his money working independently out of state. After about two or three years of that, his uncle said, the way he set up his cabin, it was a little bit l shaped, and what I

mean by that is it stattered. He said. It was fourteen foot wide twenty two foot long, and then if you're facing the front door, off to the left hand side, on the back side was an addition made as a bedroom. So that's why it had an L shaped to it. Over the years of building on it, from starting one size and then expanding out, and then expanding some more, he ended up with a few nine inch window panes here and there to allow light in little windows, simple ones.

One of these particular windows ended up being in a spot where he ended up putting a wood stove, so the window was partially obscured by the stovepipe going out through the roof. From what he was telling me, his uncle where he would sit at this little table. So if you go inside the door, first, you had to go up about six steps up onto a very small deck, a big enough for a launch air type chair and a tiny car table for setting drinks down or whatever.

Very small. So you get up, you go inside the door, which was centered. There was two of those nine inch windows on the front side. When you go outside, there was a table immediately to your left, a sink to your right that just drained straight out into the floor onto the ground. Straight ahead would be that wood stove, some cabinets on the right, and that little doorway on that left to that little bedroom of his. Behind that

wood stove was one of those nine inch windows. He said, his uncle had a spot where he would sit at that table and eat his meal. Now, outside of the nine inch windows, there was a bigger window in the bedroom and a bigger window on the right hand side just past the little sink area, but before the back corner. The other windows were just two foot by two foot, not very big. His uncle had curtains over each and every one except the nine inch window behind the woodstove

because it was obscured all the time. There was no need. Plus he was so isolated he didn't have neighbors at the time. He had no neighbors. Jones said. His uncle would tell the story that his uncle's eating he's hearing a weird almost like rain dropping on us one spot, just but just like a weird drip noise. He's confused by it, and he's just looking around. What's leaking? I took my time doing the roof. I know the roof is good. What's leaking? So he gets up and he

starts looking around. Now it's just before dark as this is going on. As he's gone around looking around, he's trying to figure out where's this leak coming from. He passes by the window on the right hand side, just past the sink. He's crossing the cab and going back into the bedroom area to look for this league. As he's gone by, he passes right in front of that woodstove and out the corner of his eye he notices something move out of that nine inch window space. So

immediately he startled. He jumps back, is trying to look out the wind or what the hell was at trying to look to see if maybe it was a tree, and just by his movement made it look like something was moving, but there was nothing there. It was just part of a little hill that was just back behind

the cabin. So his uncle immediately armed himself, went out down the little steps, went round the back of the cabin looking for whatever was in the window, seeing nothing, hearing nothing off in the distance or moving around, just irreally quiet. He comes back inside, looks out each window again, it just shrugs it off and continues to eat. The dripping sound stopped after he's done eating and he puts

his stuff into the sink. His uncle told him that he kept feeling like he was being watched, and he got hyper paranoid about that little window in the back behind that little stove fight because that's where he saw the movement and that's where the feeling of being watched was coming from. But every time he'd look, he wouldn't see anything there. So he decides on to get one of these old dish rags, one of these hand towels, and pin it up over the window as getting in

the dark. At this point. It was early spring when this happened, so it wasn't quite landed the midnight sun yet it was working towards it. We were gaining daylight during those times. As he's tacking up this hand towel, he started hearing that dripping noise again, and he could hear it coming from his left off into that little bedroom area. Because of what he dealt with earlier. With that dripping sound and there's something moving, he was putting

two and two together. It started feeling like he's being toyed with krittish tacking up the little hand towel, turned around, walked into that bedroom. He said his uncle used to always pause for a long time when he was telling this portion of it because he walks into the bedroom immediately it was overcome by fear and dread. Knelt down, squatted down and was leaning in the doorway against the doorframe. Now,

remember the only exterior walls. All they are is some old rough cut lumber, dimensional timbers, first studs, these slabs nailed to it. But that's all it is outside of the main living area where there was some plywood underneath. But the rest of it was built with the slab wood because he had brought a little portable dimensional lumber saw that ran on a track. He had bought it, used and used it up until it died. Used those pieces of slab to make the exterior for that little cabin.

So as he's sitting there and feeling sick, just this hillacious banging starts just below the window. The window he had in that room, this two foot by two foot was above the bed. That banging was just below it. Now, that portion of the cabin is pretty close to ground level at the flour it was elevated a little bit just because down to southeast there a lot of the

properties there immediately goes from beach to elevation Instantly. He happened to have a place that had a little less of the feord like steepness, but enough to where it was still on the pilings in the front like little stilts in the front for the very front of it, the first ten feet of it or so. The rest of it was right back on this type of landing like a little step shelf. And as he's leaning against that doorway, the banging started. Every time it was banging,

his uncle would say, he got scared. Finally he crippled from fear for a moment. He snapped out of it, got a shotgun, went out the door, stepped onto the little deck, knocking over his little chair and card table to get to the edge of the deck to see around the corner towards that little space from the outside, he just started pumping rounds into the air. Boom, boom, went right back inside, shut the door. His uncle would say,

he couldn't stop shaking. He sat at that table and was just shaking and didn't understand why, just couldn't understand something was oppressive towards him. He gets calmed down after a little while. It's on in the dark, and he knows he needs to light his lantern so he can have some light to see. He gets up, crosses the little room and grabs the lantern off the sink area. He lights the lantern, sets it on the table, sits it there for a minute as he's trying to figure

out what he's doing. His uncle was confused at the time. According to what his uncle was saying, he felt like he had ten things to do but couldn't figure out what they were. It was the type of confusion he was dealing with. He realized, I just ran rounds to my shotgun. I should reload it. So he starts looking around for a shotgun shelves. His shotgun shells were right

on the table on a bowl in front of him. However, being in this confused state, was wandering around the cabin looking at all these obscure places where the AMMO would never be. After doing that for a little bit, it dawns on him it's right on the table in front of where you were sitting. So he sits back down. He calms himself down and reloads the shotgun, attempts to go back into his room, and again, as soon as he crosses into that little doorway, he's immediately gripped by fear.

He's like, something mat right, So he backs out, goes, sits back at the table, and he's contemplating why is this happening, just going through it in his mind what is this? Is this some kind did I eat something bad? Am I having hallucinations from bad food? Some kind of food poisoning. Up till this point, he's only assumed he saw something move in front of a window. There's banging

going on, and he's basically freaked out. He has nothing seriously tangible outside of potential hallucinations because he's second guessing everything going on in his world at that moment. According to what Jonah was saying, his uncle stayed like that for at least today, sitting at that table. The lamp eventually went out. He just sat there in the dark in a confused state. After that evening had passed, about midday the next day, he is finally coming back into

his arm senses. As he was doing so, he got that overwhelming sense of fear again. He stands up, he looks around. He's not saying anything. So it being light outside, he started flipping the curtains over, which were just old towels and old pieces of cloth that were just tacked over the window. So he was just taking them and tucking them over the top so light could shine in.

He goes and opens them all up right. As he's doing so, he keeps noticing after he passes each window, almost like a dark shadow was moving as well, but he just chopped it up as you're just paranoid from what's been going on. There's nothing following you around this cabin to each window that you're opening to make a shadow right after you pass it. Very confusing to him, so he ends up back in his bedroom no fear

this time. When he gets through the threshold, goes over, opens that window up, is just looking at it for a moment instead of turning and walking off like he had done all the other previous windows. He'd stood there just looking out. As he's doing so, this figure comes in front of him and then immediately cuts back out. According to what his uncle said, the figure was so large that it took up all the window, and he only saw hair and then no hair. It was so big.

He stumbles back, falls down, scurries out of the little room, grabs a shotgun and runs outside to go and get this whatever he was assuming he was probably a bear stalking him to heat him, and that's why he was

so scared. He gets outside, nothing around. As he gets up to the backside to where that little extended room is, he hears thrashing through the trees going off and up the mountain, but he calms down a little bid goes, Okay, the bear knows I'm willing to defend myself, it'll probably stay away, and then to him in his own mind, that makes sense. There's a big bear, big predator around the one a. I'm feeling antsy. I'm used to seeing him,

and I don't feel his antsy. But I guess me not seeing it and just sensing the predator is what made me scared. So he chalked it up when inside felt a lot better. Was a lot Calmer continued on with this day, doing his stuff and.

He's basically beachcombing, and periodically they'd come across the glass balls from the Korean fishing boats with the brailer mesh over him and stuff like that. Sometimes he'd fine washed up dead marine life. He was enjoying the whole reason he had built a cabin there. He's going about this happy, go lucky, no issues, no feelings, a dread. He always

had a shotgun with him. He gets about one hundred yards down the beach, tid's starting to come in, so he knows he's got about twenty minutes to get past a certain group of rocks to where the shoreline cuts up in further where the tide doesn't quite reach. So he has safe walking as he's going back towards this spot. These rocks that are the marker for him to know that, Hey, once I get past these rocks to my left, I will be above high tide mark and I won't have

to worry about getting caught out in the tide. Half in the hike through all this dense crap, a lot of devils clubs and some other stuff in the area. As he comes and cuts back around these rocks. The bank, it's got a cut edge where it's dug underneath, and some of the vegetations hanging over, and there's some trees leaning out and stuff like that he had cut off, and there's just some stumps and stuff there. As it comes around the rocks, he notices a bigger stump. Then

he knows is there, so he stops. He notices it out of the car of eye and slowly turns and looks. He said the stump was very large. It was a cinnamon brownish color. It was very large. It had the appearance of a tree stump. At the distance, which was less than fifty yards. He hesitated for a moment and just continued walking, thinking, Okay, bears don't look like tree stumps. Bears will just sit there and look at you. They don't try to mask themselves in any way. Bears aren't

that cunning. So he walks down and he knows he's got roughly one hundred yards or so before the trail that cuts back up to his cabin, getting more and more paranoid by the step and getting more and more fear amplified. He's walking along out of the corner of his eye everyone saw this glance and not fully turning his head, but just glancing off. At one point he glanced over he saw this thing in the tree line walking along, not stripe for stride, because it was far

larger than him. It was keeping pace with him, just offset behind him a little waist. So he makes it up to the trail and he knows this thing is there. So when he comes around the little corner of brush and stuff to get up on the truck, because he had to climb the bank a little bit, he had put some old drickwood stuff up against that little part of the bank to make like a stair way. Wasn't the best, but it worked for what it was. He's

negotiating that going up. He gets up it. He knows this thing's going to be right off to his left. So when he gets up to the top, he's pointing the shot in that direction. Nothing there, absolutely nothing, because once you break past that initial thick brush at the shore line, it opens up a little bit, you know. So once he got past that point he had the shotgun ready, nothing there, no sign of anything. So he's, holy crap, I'm driving myself crazy with this crap. Kaya

chuckles to himself. I'm imagining stuff I need to I just need to take a break. I'm going to go visit relatives Prince Well's Island. I'll go over there and go visit for a little while and clear my mind of this stuff. So he walks up to the cabin, gathers up a bunch of stuff. He made a short list, grab some of the containers he'd need for the gas and stuff with the lantern fluid and all this kind of stuff. So he's making his list. He's doing his thing.

He's at the table, gathering everything up, going through the checklist, make sure he has everything. He sees dark shadow on the floor from the two foot by two foot window next to the sink. He's looking and doing his thing. He noticed it's like a man, silhouetted, moving back and forth, doing this little sway. The shadow sway on the floor. He just thought it was the oddest thing. Again, he amped up, immediately scared. However, he kept his cool to try to make sure he was saying what he was

seeing and not just seeing things. He gingerly reaches down, grabs a barrel of the shotgun that was leaning against his little table, pulls it up keeping it obscured from whatever is in the window, because it was still swaying back and forth. The shadow was. As he's getting the shotgun in the position to turn around and point out the window, the shadow disappears just as he was getting ready to turn. All of a sudden, the shadow was gone.

As he turned around, there was nothing there. He's motivated. He grabs his stuff. He loads it up into the old army duffel bag style, slings it over his shoulder, has a shotgun, and goes on down to the beach. Now, he had some outbore trouble, so his outboard wasn't attached to his skiff. He had worked on a little bit and it was up in a barrel on a little stand to where he can operate it and make sure

it was functioning. And he had fixed it, he just hadn't transferred it from the barrel back onto the skiff. It was just a little twenty five horse motor. It wasn't super heavy or anything, but he had to use both arms to take it down to the skiff, and he wanted to keep it upright. Being very hyper paranoid at the time, he's looking all around. He's not seeing anything, so he loosened up the little cleats that dig in.

He lifts it out. Now he's got his bag and the shotgun slung over his shoulder, and he's carrying this outboard. He gets down to the shoreline and all his shoes, climbs down that old driftwood dunnage that he made a little stairway out of, and gets down onto the beach. Is just set the outboard leaning against the skiff to attach it, to push it out to watch it. Basically, he's packing a heavy Duffel bag a shotgun around his neck.

Basically he's taking stuff off to make it a little more comfortable to do what he has to do with the outboard. According to what he told Jon Night, at that point, when he leaned the outboard against there and unslung the shotgun first, then was in the middle of taking the duffel bag off. As soon as the duffel bag gets cleared, his uncle got hit in the back of the head with a rock a little bigger than an eggcorn, and he said it hurt bad. Didn't understand

what the hell. He turns around and looks and sees nothing, grabs a shotgun, shoots a couple of rounds up into the trees, like quit throwing stuff kind of thing, because he didn't know what was going on. Just confusing as hell. He reloads it. Immediately after he shoots those two shots. He throws a duffel bag into the skiff. He's having a very hard time reattaching the twenty five horse, which there's a couple of cleats on the back that hook onto the transom, and then you have these little dials

that he turned down tighten it down right. So he gets it on there and he's tightening him down, but he can't focus fully on that because he keeps looking behind him because he was just hitting the head with the rock. Now, according to what was said, he got it fully attached and was getting ready to attach the gas line from the fuel can to the outboard so he could fire it up once he launched it. So as soon as he gets this gas line hooked up,

there's a loud scream from behind him. The way Jonah expresses, his uncle's eyes would get really big and he would imitate his chest vibrating from this growl scream thing that was going on. It sounded like directly behind him. He said, his uncle turned around, scared of shit, saw nothing. Whatever made the noise wasn't as close as it sounded. It was in the tree line. Still. His uncle suspected because he had been popping shots anytime something got super crazy,

wrong or indifferent. That's just what was going on. Scared to death. Make sure everything's attached, make sure the outboard's tightened down to the transom. Starts to launch this gish. It was about twenty five feet from the tie where the water was at that point, but he starts pushing it.

He had already dropped the anchor line, so once he launched it would go out, catch that anchor and then swing the ass in around and he'd pull it back in to where the outboards in the deeper water and he could drop it, start it, get the bottle line, and get out of there. So he gets it launched. The whole time it was really hard because he kept getting distracted by what's going on around him. He could hear thrashing at this point, he could hear weird noises

he can't account for. Once he's got it launched, got it turned around and everything, he pulls it back up the shore. There was about ten feet of this rope that he had a bowl and tied to another bowlin. Because he kept one anchor on shore veried deep the other one. He would just tie a bowlin just to keep it so he didn't have to pull in eighty feet of line every time he was coming in going He could easily do it from in the water. He can untie it, bring it back out, and not be

worried about keeping track of all this line. As he gets in the skiffs, he hasn't dropped the kicker down into the water yet because he hadn't had a chance. He just launched it. He makes everything's good. It was a nice slack tide, so he didn't have waves pushing the boat sideways onto shore or anything like that. It was just sitting nice and steady where it was at. He unties that line and throws it and goes back and drops the kicker down and starts pulling on it.

Anyone who's been around an outboard knows exactly what I'm talking about doing that. Every time he pulled it, he heard what he thought was an echo of that from the shorelines. He was assuming because it was so quiet, he was able to hear an echo from pull starting this two stroke right blah blah blah blah, and then he would hear blah blah blah blah. It was identical to the noise the outboard was making. The third pull, it sputtered a little bit and then stalled out. There was no echo.

So he stopped, and he's like, that's weird. So he turned and look at where the trio comes down and meets the beach, and where that driftwood dunnage was that he made in a kind of like a stairway. There's this thing squat down looking right at him. He said he felt like he was having heart palpitations, like he was going to have a heart attack. He couldn't believe what he was saying. He said this thing was squatted

down and was still taller than him. Couldn't make out the face because of the way the sun was hitting everything. This thing and part of the trail was obscured, silhouetted. It was light out. This thing was in silhouette, and he only saw part of the hand in clear daylight. The hair was that cinnamon kind of brownish orange color. He said. The hand was huge. However, the thumb was further set down, very similar, but not the same as a human hand, and said they just looked monstrously large.

He went up and down this trail so many times over the years. He knows the width of the trail is three and a half foot wide. The brush starts another ten foot on each side from that, and he said this thing was filling a good portion of that area. Squatted down looking right at him, he redoubles efforts to start at the kicker. One thing he didn't do was prime the little ball on the gas line. He basically got in, dropped it and started pulling. Because of the

weirdness going on, he totally space priming it. He pulls the choke and then it dawns on him, oh, I need to prime it. But he turns around and starts squeezing a little priming ball right as he's doing so, he's trying to ignore what he just saw up on the beach. Just he's trying to deny the existence of what's going on over here so he can start the boat and get out of there. He's priming the ball

and start throwing little tubbles at him. In a weird case, it would be one two one two, so it was like throwing two pausing, throwing two more, and he can catch the motion and not the exact everything going on. But he was catching the motion out of his peripheral vision of this going on, and it almost felt like this thing, he said, was playing a game with him, a game of let me scare you. Of course, it's all subjective. It's what he felt at the time, so

we're just by that. He prims it, starts the out board, puts it in reverse, and backs away from shore. Its stalled out because it hadn't warmed up, so he put it back in neutral, started it back up, fired right up. He let it idle a little bit and says he gost some distance from shore. He felt more comfortable looking back at this thing because after the initial notice in it looking at him and whatnot, and noticing the hand

and all that, he immediately averted his eyes. He felt like he didn't want to engage it in eye to eye contact. As he backed away. He gets back up to the bow of the skiff where his shotgun was and picks up the shotgun and is holding it looking back. This thing wasn't exactly where it was. It had backed up the trail a little wayste to where it was more obscured in silhouette of the shadows of the trees and stuff, the way the sunshine was coming down. He

yells out, leave me alone. Now, after he does that, it's dead quiet. It's still there, but dead quiet. Then all of a sudden, he hears his voice come back at him, leave me alone. So this thing imitated his voice. He said it sounded like himself, like he was listening to a recording of himself. He said, it was the oddest shit. He's already offshore, the kicker's warming up. He just dozening to hear and heads back to see family. He had since long ago sold this property. Couldn't go

back to it. Went back twice after this incident, just more of the same high strangeness. No more visual sightings, but slapping of the walls, all sorts of stuff. The last trip there. You remember, I was telling you that he used a slab wood siding at about the ten foot level off the ground. It was like every two feet something came through and just punched a hole through

that slab, which takes a lot of force. He said, it looked like a small wrecking ball was just boom every two feet, boom, all the way around that place, and that was his last trip there. His trip was very short that trip because when he got there he noticed the damage immediately when he got up there, looked at it and said no, and just walked out. Didn't grab any more of his stuff. He had not of real value. He was just going to go through and

double check on that trip before selling the property. He lets people know there's some craziness going on over there. Just know what you're buying. Whoever ended up buying didn't seem to give a flying rats but about what he was talking about probably didn't believe him. I'm going to thank Jonah for reaching out initially last year to share that I wanted to share with you today cuts from. His name is Jack. He used to work for the Geological Survey. They were up in the Brooks Range. They

were doing some kind of sampling. He didn't get off into that. He just wanted to share what they dealt with their middle base camp where they were camping out of which he asked me to leave that anonymous because there's still work going on there. So what happened with them? It was Jack and four others. One of the people was a designated camp person at stay in camp. Well, they went out, they were collecting samples, doing their thing. When they came back.

they couldn't find the camp person. They kept shouting out looking for this person, and well and behold, this person was underneath their little cot in the tent, because they had some big campus tents they were working out of, tucked up under their hiding with the shotgun. They had a shotgun around camp. They actually had three of them for bears. Grizzly bears up in that area can be aggressive at times, especially when food sources low and so on.

They coaxed the person out because at first this person was just wielding shotgun from underneath that petrified. They got the person calmed down. He came out in the mid twenties began to explain to him once he calmed down that as he was prepping the meal, he had set out some pork. He had to go where they had their food cash away from bear safety. They were going by all the rules. He came back with some pork.

He was going to make some kind of pork meal, like a sturfry or something for the people, just trying to be creative in the bush. Had set his pork down on the end of one table where he had his little kitchen area set up. This worker as he was prepping other stuff because the court with you know, the pork would cook a lot faster than what he was making with it. Or there was like some roasted potatoes or something along those lines. As he was doing all the prep work for the other stuff, the pork

was laying out. But he always kept the shatkun nearby because there's always bear sidings. So they saw about four different bears over the course of that three days, all off at a distance, but still to be aware, be ready for any potential bear coming into camper whatever. As this poor guy was getting the potatoes wrapped up in foil and putting them by the fire, had all that done, had a whole bunch of the prep work done. Was in the middle of dison up some onions and stuff. Hey,

here's a grunt. This grunt came from small patch of trees not too far away where they had their food cash. Immediately is all crap. A bear is getting into our food cast. So he grabs a shotgun. Also some bear spray heads off to the cash to run the bear off. He figured, shotgun in case I need it, but I'm gonna bear spray this thing, run it off and teach

it a lesson. That was his initial plan. So according to what this kid said, he went down this trail which you know, their food cash was about roughly seventy yards away from camp, good safe distance, give or take. As he gets closer, he notices big brown movement. The wind was in his favor, so he figured, okay, I'm going to spray from here and that bear's going to

get a whiff of it and take off. So he just burst this big cloud of bear spray, and anyone who's ever used those canisters, they bought out a big cloud. He burst the cloud, the wind blowing hooks, it takes a right in that direction. All of a sudden, this thing takes off through the woods, so he assumes, oh, okay, it worked, We're good. Nothing was touched, heard the thrashing moving away. Okay, good, did my job on going back, The kid gets back over there, his table was overturned.

There's some strange tracks on the ground, and the pork was missing. Says shit. I chased his bear off, but a circle back. It took my pork. At least the food stash is safe. Hopefully it learned a lesson and is not going to view it as oh, I'll just come back and eat again. As he was explaining how when he was cleaning up the mess basically starting a

different meal, he was really nervous and couldn't focus. He kept feeling like he was being watched from that path that led to the cash, so he kept looking over periodically. Nothing was happening. He had to get another of meat from their stash, which they had a very limited stash that was only going to be for so long because you can only keep meat good for so long in the bush, and then you got to have the freeze

dried stuff and all that. But they had it lined out to have some good meals for the first few days and there was still some stuff frozen that it would thaw over it. So he goes back and retrieves some burger meat because it would thaw quickly. He could cook it as it thought that kind of thing, So he figured he would dice up those potatoes, mix in the meat on just make like whatever a skillet basically

shotgun bear spray goes back towards that cash. He gets about halfway down the trail and was overcome with fear as he was gaining his composure because he was just like, okay, you're just nervous because of the bear incident. It had some meat, it's gone, there's no noise. This kid goes up, drops their thing from the little stilts a head it up on it, but he lowers it down. He gets the burger meat out, raises everything back up and heads back to camp. So when it gets back to camp

this time, nothing was turned over. Everything is as it was, but there was a very weird smell and some more weird tracks he couldn't make out. So his crap, I'm being stalked by this bare ice berge as he's doing his cooking thing. He's trying to stay focused on that, but he kept feeling like he was being watched in front of his little cook area. It was about forty to fifty feet before the small shrubs and stuff started.

It liked black spruce. It wasn't very big trees, but there was trees around, but they were in a nice open area. So his focus kept going to the tree line, back behind his little cooking station he had set up. He's trying to ignore it. He's trying to get things done because he knows the people, the surveyors are stuff to be back in an hour or two something along those lines, so he wanted to have something done for

them because you know they're going to be hungry. As he's focusing on what he's doing, he keeps seeing movement off to his left him facing straight. Was noon, it would roughly be off at the ten o'clock position where this movement was going on, approximately forty fifty feet away in the tree line. So he's noticing it and he goes in his mind the kids saying, Okay, it must be a bear. This bear is going to circle around because the wind's blowing that way. He's going to circle

to where I won't smell him. But he's going to come in on me. Smart kid, realizing that something was circling or whatever. So he stopped what he's doing and calmly grabs his shotgun and goes, okay, I'm going to stand my ground. Automatically, he knew he sprayed this thing. It ran offs, it came back. Obviously it's going to be an issue. I'm going to have to do something.

He checks the shotgun, takes out the round he had in the chamber, and puts in one of those little bar rounds bare bomb rounds they look like little five hundred pound bombs or whatever. Puts one of those rubber slugs in there, commences to take a few steps away from his station to get a better look because they had tarps and other things hanging there and stuff. He wanted a clear view of the tree so he could see where it was moving. Now, this is middle of

the day. This is not at night, at dusk or any of that. It's middle of the day, late spring beginnings this summer. Roughly in that timeframe. Jack couldn't recall exactly when because he had made so many trips that it all bled together. So again he's watching this tree line looking for the movement. He hears nothing until about two minutes later, he keeps feeling like he's being watched. He turns around to go back to what he's doing because there's no sound, no movement. He figured okay, it

lost interest and backed off again. But he went back to what he was doing, and he planned on letting everyone when they got back, Hey, we need to run this bear op. That was his initial plan. He gets back to what he was doing, he notices this big, dark thing off to his right hand side. He noticed it when he turned around and sets a shotgun down because it wasn't moving and it was really big. He dis dissumed it was a group of trees. He gets

back to what he's doing. As soon as he sat down the shotgun and started stirring the stuff and doing what he was doing, this thing started moving from his right to his left. According to what Jack said the kid, his eyes were biggest saucers when he was saying it was huge. He's under a tarp that's about seven foot off the ground, with enough room to where with the heat from the little camp stove he had little Coleman stove, the heat wouldn't melt the tarp and that kind of stuff.

So he had seven foot roughly of visibility immediately seven foot height. This thing was bigger than that. It was at a distance, and this thing walked from his right to his left. He couldn't see the face. He could only see up to just the beginning of the shoulder from his vantage point. So seven foot tarp. His vantage point is looking up and he can only see the shoulder.

So this thing eleven twelve foot maybe more. And it moves, He said that it moved methodically, slowly, purposefully, slowly across his field of view, roughly half the distance between his little station and the tree line. Once it hit the tree line off to his left, because he froze. He just was in shock of what the hell is this? He was basically frozen in fear. But watching this scene, gets over to the tree line, and he's just so

scared to term, but he forces himself to term. And it's actually two of them, one smaller one and a big one. And all he saw was the backside of the bigger one, and the smaller one was kind of running a half moon behind it as they both moved off into the trees. He grabs a shotgun ended up under that cot. That's where they found him. They hear him out, they call him down. They're running to every scenario. Sure wasn't a bear for this reason or a bear

for that reason. One of the people in the group he was I believe Jack said he was a UAA student, was from one of the villages. This guy commences to tell him, that's the hairy man. We should probably move camp. Let's move camp a mile away from here. We got to be doing studies down over here. Anyway, Let's move it a mile Everyone agrees, So they decide in the morning, we'll move camp a mile down. We got to do survey over here as well, so it's no big deal

that we move camp. They all agree. They don't know what to make of it. They're all still kind of Oh the kid's freaking out, still still holding the shotgun, won't give it up to anybody. Told them they need to arm themselves. He was very adamant about someone else needs to help me keep an eye out for these things, because I can't do it alone. I don't know what they are. They left it at that for the moment. Uneventful evening, first thing in the morning, everyone was up

very early. He said the kid probably didn't sleep because he looked exhausted and worn out. The kid was percolating the coffee for everyone. When everyone was standing around, they heard this scream sounding about a half mile off. He said. It wasn't immediately honest, but it was loud. It reverberated to everything. Everyone who's wide awake doing their thing to get things packed. As they're packing, the coffee gets done,

everyone was nervously trying to sip off coffee. Coffee gets cold pretty quick if you don't have a thermal mug, and no one happened to have one, and they had a thermos, but their cups were those little aluminum ones, so everyone was able to drink their coffee pretty quick, and no one was hungry. They just wanted to get everything moving. They get everything broken down. There's five of them. They have to work in a team because they have big canvas tents. They had two big campus tents and

the other smaller stuff and this little fold table. They gather it all up. They create a sled with one of the smaller tents that they were using to drag. He didn't say why. They were just trying to make it as quick as possible. They get moving as fast as they can. Some of the stuff was falling off the tent as they're going along. They were picking it

back up. Everyone was working together, one solid unit. This particular clearing they were in, and once you get out of that, the trail led off to the right of this little camp area. They go down this trail, he said, it's approximately three hundred yards roughly before they're out of the black spruce and stuff, and then there's a little bit of open muskeg runs down a length to the bottom of this basically foothill to the Brooks Range, and they skirted it. They skirted the marsh, and they were

dragging it along. He said. It took a good couple hours for them to make it to their destination. But once they got to that far side of that initial muskeg, the scream happened again. This time it sounded like it was coming from where they had just left their camp. They were motivated. They kept moving along to people with shotguns were in the rear to cover their retreat. Basically, they find another area. They went a little further than that one mile, just because they were scared of shit.

As they were doing that, You got to remember ten years ago, SAT phones were not in their infancy, but you had to have the paid service, and it was a little bit of a getting used to using them type of thing. What are the people in the group Once that scream happened that morning, they had steadily been trying to get this phone to work rag and it continued the whole time. This person would periodically trying to

It wasn't a matter of signal. It was a matter of something to do with the numbers they were dialing. They had them all written down, but it didn't seem to be working at that time. So once they get to this further place, finally the person got through to their people to let them know, hey, there's some strange activity. We're not sure if we need to get out of here, but you know, be aware this stuff is going on.

That's where that portion ended because Jack ended up going with one of the other people to stand guard on their back trail to make sure they weren't being followed. Because they went back a good half mile to make sure that nothing was following them. They get back over the camp. When they get back, just as they were clearing this little trail to get into this other little clearing. All of a sudden, the group started screaming and yelling.

As they're screaming and yelling, they come running over to see what's going on. This thing was approximately one hundred yards away. It was peeking out from behind trees doing the saying, and it was bigger in the tree, so it was hunched over and just doing this little peaky thing like you can't see me type of deal. They're all freaking out. They get back on that sat phone because the person had figured out what they were doing wrong. Initially they were able to get through ended up calling

in to say, hey, we need to get going. The person on the other side, I guess from what Jack was saying, was like, no one's going to come on us as a medical emergency. We have a set time. If it's not a nine one one emergency, we cannot make this retreat happen or whatever. One of the people straight lied, So I think I'm having a pinacitis. I've been throwing out. My gut's hurt. It's off to the right hand side, YadA, YadA, YadA. So basically they had to lie to whoever they were calling to get the

cavalry to come and pick them up. See, they had to do it in a couple of trips because the first people to come were basically a life flight crew to pick up this person who had lied about the penasitis, and the rest of the group along with Jack was telling them, hey, we got these things around. One of the pilots in that initial trupper that came in for the metavac noticed something big off in the distance, but chocked it up to a large grizzly bear and.

to him happened about fifteen years ago. This particular outfit he was working for had just moved their camp from one area to a different area. Where they're doing placer mining. The tank farm for fuel was approximately a mile and a quarter away from their current operation and only a quarter mile away from their former operation. So there was a transfer truck that they would use. But this transfer

truck broke down. They used the fuel in it, but it being broke down, they weren't able to refill it and come down. He would have to watch his gauge go get fuel before he ran out and then come back and continue his job with the loader and all that. He was approximately two and a half months into his contract. There was a nice bonus for those who stuck around the whole season. He wanted to get his bonus. He's a hard worker. They worked twelve hour days, sometimes fourteen

hour days. He just loved his work. He's out in remote Alaska. He doesn't want this place put on blast. It's off the Yukon River. We'll leave it at that. So this one particular morning he got down to his loader. They had started an overnight shift and the overnight ship was just running material. So what they would do is during the day they would stockpile a bunch of extra paydirts near the tromel and the night crew would just slowly feed the tromol. So that way it was always

maximizing production. Calling gets up in the morning. The guy that he relieved didn't refuel the loaders, so it was red light on. He had to go a mile and a quarter to fill up his loader to get his day started. Everyone else headed down to the pit. He went towards the take farm. Now this is in the wee hours of the morning. It was the beginning of August ish. He gets up to the tank farm. He just starts sputtering out of fuel. Shit, good thing, I

just got hit. So he gets out. He goes over he realizes, oh shit, I don't have the key to unlock the little thing. He left it back at Kim, So he has a mile and a quarter walk to go retrieve the key come back. There had been bear sightings. Smart guys. Everyone had some form of protection, whether it be bear spray, pistol or a rifle. He had a forty four magnum pistol in the cab of the loader,

and he went and retrieved it for the walk. He gets roughly a quarter mile away from the tank farm, and from the way he explained it to me, this road is an elevated high crownd it's about six foot elevation because they just packed in the gravel and just kept building on it. Because they're running big, heavy equipment on this thing. They needed it really well built, he says.

It snakes through and it cuts through a bunch of trees at about the quarter mile mark, and then once you break through the trees, then it opens back up down towards where they were doing their mining. He gets almost to that tree line as he's walking down the center of the road, and he can hear the equipment going off in the distance, and he's like, crap, they're going to be so pissed. I'm running late. So he starts trotting. He starts jogging. He's just about to get

to the tree line. He sees something big and dark go across the road, and immediately he's, ah, shit, bear okay, so he slows down. He starts assessing, all right, that was a pretty big bear. It looked like a black bear because it was really dark. So he's, man, do I want to continue going and risk it, or do I want to retreat back to the loader wait for someone to realize I'm not there and come find me.

So he decides, you know what, a bear attack is not worth I'd rather be late than attacked by a bear. He only had six shots in his forty four. He didn't have any extra ammal with them. He decides, I'll just go wait back at the loader. The foreman's bound to realize I'm not there and come look for me. He retreats. As he's jogging walking fast back towards the tank farm where his loader's sitting, he hears thrashing back behind him off to his left. He says it was

getting louder. It sounded like it was almost making a bee line towards him. So, being paranoid, he starts screaming, hey, bearon, let's a shot, fly boom, just up in the air. That happens, it goes dead quiet. He's got a ringing in his ear. Now. He decides, I'm going to book it to the loader now, calling amts. He's a little heavier around the midsection than he had liked to ben because of the years of sitting in a loader and

just not really getting all that much exercise. He just exercising his arms with the levers on the loader, not much else. He's winded pretty quick according to what he was saying. As he gets back to the loader, he's looking back because the sounds continued. A few moments later, after he made it about another fifty yards, he heard the movement continued. Now that they're out more in the open and it's just brush, he was noticing movement, but it was always so fast he couldn't make it out.

So he said that once he got back to the loader, which was quite an ordeal because he was out of breath, just out of shade. Life sucked at that moment for him. So he gets into the loader and he's sitting there and he doesn't know what to do. He's just got to wait and hope that when the farming finds out he's missing and taking too long, he comes and looks for him. So as he's sitting there, he's looking out

the windows of this loader. He's got a little higher elevation there he sees this black thing stand up and he's thrown off because he thinks it's a black bear trying to put eyes on him and just standing up at a distance. But this thing turns and is walking from his left to his right at about fifty yards out clears the brush's just out in the open. Then he realizes what he's looking at. He's looking at a sasquatx harry Man. He was shaking uncontrollably in the cab

of that loader. He said it wasn't acting aggressive. He saw it and it was moving. It crosses his field of view and back behind the tank farm there's another batch of trees. Now there's three tanks on this tank farm, two laying down on the ground, and then one vertical tank. The vertical tank had a ladder on it. It was the tank that everyone drew from to load up their heavy equipment. There was a hose that came from it up to a little what you would call a register

or a pump station. He watches this thing and it crossed and goes into the trees back behind the tank. He doesn't know what to do. There's a handheld radio in the cab of that loader, but no one ever uses them, so the batteries were dead. He tried to turn it all and try to look at this fair batteries nothing dead. Great idea, but unless you keep up on it, useless. He sits there twenty minutes passes or so.

In Mother Nature's callings. He's got a tinkle. He's looking all around, no sign, no, nothing, doesn't hear nothing, opens the little door, climbs out, gets on the ground, starts relieving himself on the tire. He hears this low, rumbling growl kind of sound, and he said it sounded like it was on the other side of his loader. He freaks out. He's stumbling around, tinkled on himself a little bit, trying to get re zipped. He left a pistol up

in this little cab with the loader. As he's trying to get up into the loader, he slipped, banged his knee, heard it. He gets up in there, grabs a pistol, comes out. He wants to chase this thing off. He felt like he was stuck right this poor guy. He's about a half hour into this whole ordeal from getting back from his little attempted walk, about a half hour forty minutes in this loader and the tinkling situation. So

he's looking around. He sees nothing. From what he was saying, he walked around to where he thought the noise was coming from, and there was nothing. He's looking up into the brush. He sees absolutely nothing. So he turns around and looks back at the tank from the vertical tank to the two laying down. He sees something move. However, his vettage point he couldn't fully make it out because the trees were dark behind this thing, and he couldn't make out a full sell of what he just saw.

Two legs moves over the two other tanks. He climbs back up into the loader, shuts the door, and he's sitting there and he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't have enough fuel to go anywhere. He was sputtering out. He knows that if he runs it dry, he's gonna have problems restarting it. There's issues with this particular loader because out there in the field they run these things to death. They will beat the ever living shit out

of them. Parts are few and far between, so he didn't want to risk any further kind of issues running the gear down. He's sitting there and he's watching. He opens one of the slide windows and starts smoking a cigarette to cal him down. He's drinking coffee out of his thermis. He's trying to separate himself from what's going on around him, and he starts hearing weird noises, squirrel chatter, different types of imitations of ravens and other stuff. And

he knew right where it was coming from. It was coming from back behind him, off to his right, by those two laying down tanks. So he's just ignoring it. He's smoking a cigarette, drinking his coffee out of his thermos. They have big mirrors up to the side. After a few minutes, he notices something dark in his mirror going behind his rig. He flings his cigarette out, shuts the window, sets the thermist down. He's guy's pistol. He's sitting up on his knees in the chair, looking back behind, looking

at this stable. Where is this thing? As he's watching, looking around, he notices it by the tire, between the tire and the body of the loader, literally just below him, squatted down, looking up at him, just giving him in this real inquisitive look. He said he didn't feel it was aggressive. He felt it was very curious. He starts yelling, get out of here, get out of here. I'll shoot you, I'll shoot you. This thing stands up and is almost eye level with him, about four feet from him, just

outside the cab of this loader. He didn't know what to do. He froze up. He was stuck. This thing starts showing his teeth at him because he's holding a gun. He's not pointing it directly, but he's holding his gun and showing his teeth at him. He said at one point it smacked the side of the loader. That's when it got aggressive gun in hand. Twenty twenty hindsight, he said it was more likely because of the gun in hand. It didn't get aggressive until it saw the gun, and

that's when its whole demeanor changed. Smacked the side of the loader, started pushing on it a little bit, started maneuvering like it was going to come tear him out of that little cap. So he's freaking out. He slides that window open and he shoots three times out the window. Bam, bam bam. Take off just directly straight away from him, away from the tanks, and everything takes off running basically back down the road, went off towards his left a

little bit. This thing just went straight away and was canting away from the road. He was like, I feel trapped in here. So what he does is he gets out, brings his thermos, goes and climbs up that tank. The tall vertical that's about twenty foot off the ground or so. One of the attributes of this thing is it has a fold down ladder with this little draw thing, so you could climb up it and pull the ladder. The bottom of the ladder will swing up and click into

place on this little click thing. So he does it. Took everything he had to get up there because he was shaking so hard, he was so nervous. He makes it up there, pulls up the ladder. He sits there and he's looking down the road hoping someone comes, because now he's shot four of his six bullets. He has two left. So he's sitting there and sitting there, it's quiet. He's hearing movement, but every time he gets up to look for it, he's moving a little too slow to

what's moving around him. He said, about almost an hour gone by from it standing up smacking the loader to him getting up to the top of the tank before he heard side by side coming from camp and he knew it was his foreman's and he knew rescue was on its way. Someone's on their way. He's sitting up on top of this tank. He can't see the movement.

He's hearing. All he could do is hear it. The foreman comes down the road, and as the foreman gets closer, the foreman stops almost one hundred yards out and starts waving. He could see Colin on the top of the tank and he's waving at him. Hey, and he's pointing, and he can't make out what his foreman is trying to say, but his foreman's pointing off to the side of the tank. Colin starts looking. He can't see shit. The foreman's pointing,

gets back in the side by side and leaves. Pear starts hauling us back towards Camp Collins like, oh, great, great. Unbeknownst to him, the foreman didn't bring his rifle. He

went to retrieving. I'll get to that man. Foreman comes back about fifteen twenty minutes later, hauling ass down the road, gets a lot closer this time, just back behind the loader, and stops and hops out, and he's pointing his rifle off to the side of the take right, and Colin's looking down at his foreman, and his foreman's pointing off to his right hand side. But he's up on this big tank. He can't see shit, and he says. The foreman's yelling and yelling get out of here, get out

of here, yeah yeah, and then fires around. He hears movement thrashing off towards the trees, back behind this tank fart, and the foreman starts yelling at Colin, get your ass down here, hurry up, get down here. So Colin has to climb down as quickly as he can. He left his thermos up there, has climbed down, hit this little clickfing that drops the lower part of the ladder, not get tangled up in the little pool string, and then

climbs down. They get in the side by side. They're both looking back and he hands calling the rifle and says, look out, it was right over there. Colin asked him, did you see what I saw? He goes, all I saw was the biggest black bear I've ever seen in my life. It was standing up looking at me, shot over its head, dropped down on all fours again and ran off. His foreman only saw what he wanted to see, basically, because Colin said, there was no mistaking when he saw

this thing. It was a lot lighter at that time. When his foreman came, there was no mistaking what he saw. He thinks his foreman was just it was a BlackBerry. It was big as shit. Let's go, Colins holden rifle. They turn around start heading back towards camp and calls, hey, I got to fill up the loader. He goes, Now, we're gonna go get a couple more of the guys and we're going to make sure that bears run off. They get back to camp. One of the guys that worked with them a real old timer. He was one

of their unsite mechanics. They were telling everyone what had happened, and Colin's shaking still his foreman is shaking, so obviously the guys there initially chuckled, but then it dawned on him, Oh crap, these guys are freaking out. The old timer tells them, do not go We can go up retrieve the loader. Everyone get back to work. Do not chase this thing, do not follow it, and commits us to telling them what an old native I told him about the area, to not chase him into the woods and

follow them. And they kept ask what's them, and he said, harry Man.

they're about three weeks shy of shutting everything down. Production went to a crawl because once everything settled down later on that morning midday, everyone took off until lunch and just hung around camp and was just talking to each other freaking out. Colin said that at midday, when everyone was getting ready to fire back up, they kept hearing noises just off in the trees, and rocks started hitting

their base camp, little structured little atchos. Everyone stayed inside after that for about three days and everything went quiet again, and then they forced themselves to pick up production. He ended up making his bonus. Everyone did. But what happened in that short brief few days of just utter basically locked down and freaking out. Everyone kept to themselves because the owner of the mine would have fired all of them for not continuing production. So they all just agreed that, hey,

this is beyond the scope of our job. We need to be safe. They left it at that colin after the end of that season. This was again about fifteen years ago, off the Yukon River. He quit that job. He hasn't been back to Alaska. He's currently working in a mining outfit down Lower forty eight. Much happier there. He loves it up here, but he just can't reconcile what happened to him at the loader and remote Alaska

for any period of time. He can see pictures of it just fine, but he knows within himself that if he was up here, he would not be able to focus on his work, because he freely admits after that stretch where everyone stayed in camp, he was hyper vigilant. His production went to shit because he could not focus. He was constantly looking for the next rock to be thrown, the next screen, because over the course of the day

these couple days were everything laid low. There was screaming, there was rock throwing, there was all sorts of stuff going on. That was freaking everyone out. They didn't know what to do. No one got a clear shot on this thing. There was multiple sightings of this thing during those few days until it went quiet. I want to thank Colin for sharing. I couldn't imagine what it felt like sitting up on that tank farm. I don't laugh because it's funny. I laugh because it's like the holy shit,

can you put yourself in his feet? Jeez, are looking right at it and it smacks the loader you're in. That's another thing, he said. When it smacked and pushed the loader, he said, he felt like it could tip it over. He said, when it pushed on it, it looked effortless the way it was shaking it. I want to thank Colin. I appreciate you being patient, especially with the stuff going on in the background. I've been busy for days dealing with native allotment land stuff and some

other family related stuff. So I want to thank Colin for being patient. I wanted to share with you today comes from some very pickers. What they were doing was they were setting their net for whitefish. They were picking berries, and they were gonna pick up the net on the way back where they parked their skiff was on the cusca Corn River. They were on a smaller tributary. It's real close to their village. They just asked that I keep it simple, so I'll just say if the cusco

Quinn River. They parked their skiff. They found themselves a little spot to pull up after they set their net on this smaller tributary. As they were cutting back through the woods and the tundra, they broke the black spruce line. Got back behind there and there's some tundra back there, and they were going after salmon berry's. This was third week of August, they said. This year, there was three

of them, two women, one guy. The guy that was accompanying them decided he was going to stand watch and let them pick berries. Basically he had the rifle. So these two ladies, I'm just going to call them the ladies. They didn't want their name shared. They go to picking berries. As the guy is watching, he said, way off across the tundra, it looked like it had to have been a mile away, he saw like a black speck of

pepper just moving across the tundrad, fast as shit. He said he had never seen a black bear move that fast. So it immediately caught his attention. He's watching this thing just hauling ask After a minute, he realized it was doing an arcing kind of slow turn coming around towards them, so he got the ladies' attention. As he got their attention, they all started paying attention into this thing moving. One of the ladies, the younger of the two, really started

freaking out. She never seen anything moving that fast. They were aware of the harry Man. It had just been many years since they heard any stories from the area of any villagers running across one or anything like that, so they were really taking aback for a minute. As it got closer, they said it was pitch black and it was on all fours, moving super super fast. As it got closer with then he said, about three hundred yards,

he started yelling out, hey, hey, waving his arms. He checked to make sure he had a round in the chamber on the rifle, and he had the ladies get behind him because this thing was moving. He didn't want to run because it was moving so fast. He thought it would overtake them before they could get back to the skiff. They were a few hundred yards from the skiff. They had to traverse through the trail back up into

the berry patch. He just didn't feel confident that they would make it back in time before it caught up. So they got back to the black spruce and they all huddled down and squatted down. He had the two of them behind him, and he was a little over them, but still get squatted down, trying to not hide but make their footprint smaller. And you know by the trees.

By the time they got to the black spruce and did that, this thing was maybe fifty sixty yards way and it had stopped, so imagine this thing was all black, and it stopped about fifty sixty yards away and got real low to the tundra and was in this little bit of a depression and kept peeking up over at him. He said that the third or fourth time it peaked, it was getting more and more brave. It was standing

taller and taller each time it get peaked up. But he could tell it looked like he was doing push ups. He was pushing his head up. He couldn't make out features at that distance. It was all black. He said that he contemplated shooting around over it, but he had about three rounds in his rifle, and he didn't want to not have enough, he decided to just sit there and continue screaming, get out of here, get out of here.

This thing to paid no attention to that. He was not intimidated at all, and he said, they sat there it seemed like for a good while it made a weird noise. He couldn't imitate it. When I asked him to, he just he couldn't. So it was just a very weird kind of sound that it made, almost like a pigeon cooing, but much louder. As he was trying to figure out what the hell to do, because he felt it was obviously watching him, It was obviously right there.

He was scared to turn his back on it, so he told the girls, I'm going to keep an eye on it. You guys, head back to the skiffs, and when you get back to the skiff, bang the oar against the skiff and I'll know you're there. Then he was going to retreat from there. So as they're formulating this little plan, this thing is still making that weird like pigeon cooing sound real loud. He said. It was low toned but loud. There was nothing high pitched about it.

And just as the girls were getting ready to head back down the path while he covered them, they heard a similar kind of noise, almost identical, a little higher pitched back behind them, on the other side of the small tributary, basically on the other side of the skiff from where they were. Once they heard that, he did not want to risk them going alone, he decides, Okay, we're gonna go. You guys, go a few steps. I'm gonna come right behind you. So they basically just stare

stepped their way back to the skiff. Meanwhile, this one that they had eyes on wasn't moving, It wasn't coming towards him anymore more or less, was crouched down at this point and just looking at them. It swayed a couple times, he said, but for the most part it was just like almost went statuesque. It just stood still or squatted still and was just staring at him. His hair was standing on the back of his neck. The girls were really freaking out. They wanted no part of

that crap. And as they stare stepped back, just leapfrogging each other. He wanted to make sure that the girls weren't walking into some kind of ambush by another one. They make it back to the skiff. They heard movement once they cleared the black spruce, but they couldn't see this thing because it was fairly dense. But they could hear it moving and it was clanking around to their left. He decided, okay, we'll break out into a run. Since we have no direct eye contact, we have a better

advantage of making more distance faster. They make it back to the skiff, he has the ladies get in. He has one of the ladies cover him while he unties the skiff from the brush. They had a tie too, he said. When he got in the skiff and pushed off directly across this small tributary to the Cuscoquim, he said, at that point it was about thirty five yards across. It was only about four foot deeps roughly in the main part of the channel, he said, directly up across

from where they were. As he pushed off and got into the skiff, this other one stood up. He said. It looked, by guestimation, real young, because it was only about seven foot tall, real skinny looking, fiery, and it was pitch black as well, and it started making that cooing sound. The younger girl was damn near having a meltdown. She was freaking out because she said, it's trying to

get me. It's trying to get me, and he was like, it's over there, we're safe, and he's firing up to kick her as he's doing so she's down at the bottom of the boat crying, freaking out a little bit, not knowing what to do because she kept saying it's trying to get me, it's trying to get me. Kickers fired up. He backs out of there and they scoot on back down to the Cusca Quimen continue on back down to where they set their net to retrieve it and go home. During the ride, once they cleared the area,

she calmed down. He asked her, what do you mean it was trying to get you? It was over there, It wasn't trying to get you. He was speaking logically, and she said, no, it said it wanted me. So I guess this thing told her in her mind that it wanted her. It's cooing, she said, was making her very sleepy. That's creepy stuff, man. I'm going to thank

them for sharing. That's a really creepy thought to think that they possess the ability to make weird noises that we can't necessarily fully hear and either hypnotize or put people to sleep. That's just who I'm glad I've never experienced that. I want to thank them. You got to understand when it comes to natives in the village sharing, it's really difficult. It's just the culture. There's a superstition involved where they don't want to speak its name and

invoke some kind of bad omen because of it. Again, in times past, the elders would say, if you speak about it, or your fish could come missing, or something bad could happen to a loved one. It was superstition on that level. But it all stems from somewhere right Again, I want to thank them for reaching out.