SO EP:568 We Had To Shoot It To Get Away!

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and Tina were on a walk near their home. They were about four miles into this walk. As they're getting to the point of turning around, which wasn't far from the Copper River itself, they stopped and were having a backpack lunch that they had brought with them. They were both armed. They're both very bear wise wise. They believe in protecting themselves, so they were armed. They didn't specify what they just mentioned. They were armed. Tina also had

bear spray. Now, they found a little open area to enjoy their backpack lunch. As they were sitting there eating, about halfway through, Tina needed to relieve herself, so she went just a short distance easily within eyeshot of Patrick was handling her business. As she was finishing up, she said she heard whispers behind her really creeped her out.

She jumped ran back towards where Patrick was sitting. Patrick jumps up, of course, and was like, what the hell, and she commences telling them, hey, I heard whispers over there in the woods. Patrick was very upset because, of course that's his wife. How dare someone be nearby and not announce themselves and start whispering about his wife doing her thing. So he starts looking around, and he's probing the area and there is literally nothing around, no sign

of anybody. He backs back over to where Tina is. They have a short conversation about it. He said, I don't see anything, and there's no sign of anybody. There's not even trails over there for someone to be. So they got a little spooked, and they weren't thinking Harry Man or anything like that at the time. They were thinking maybe they were followed by some weirdo or something.

Strange things happen in the woods, So they're basically reasoning away what it could be, trying to find whatever reason may have been for the whispering. Patrick to this point had not heard the whispering, so they decide to put their backpack lunch away and start heading back home. Along their way home, they have about two and a half miles before they get to their nearest neighbor, so they start hiking back home with their backpacks on. Patrick Katina

walked in front of him. They got less than one hundred yards from where they were eating their lunch. Patrick started hearing the whispering and started hearing branches break off to his left hand side. Tina heard it at the same time, and they both stopped and turned in the direction of the noise and were looking at each other, being quiet, trying to listen to what was being said.

The whispering they couldn't make out. They could tell it was close, but they couldn't make out what the whispering was. It was jarbled. It was like gibberish. They couldn't make it out. Nothing was enunciated. They really couldn't make it out other than gibberish in a whisper. So they stopped. They're watching that area for a minute, and they continue to hear movement just out of eyesight, and it gets a little louder, this gibberish sound, so they're like, what

the hell. They get a little worried because there was an ominous feeling in the air once it got a little louder. At first, it was just curiosity on Patrick Contina's part, but then once the whispering and the movement got louder, it took on an ominous tone, which freaked him out. Patrick said he clearly remembers the hair on his arm standing up. He was pointing in the direction he was hearing the sound, making sure Tina's eyes were on that direction, and he visibly saw the hair on

his arm stand up when it got louder. From what Patrick was saying, Tina immediately was motioning him like let's go. According to what she said, she got a very sickening feeling in her gut. They start walking, and Patrick had drawn his firearm and had it at his side in his hand as they continued walking. Now Tina did not She had gotten out her bare spray and they were

walking along. They were having a hard time focusing on the trail because as they were moving along, this whispering in the woods was pacing them at a distance just where they couldn't see. It was really starting to bother them. So Patrick, after about another twenty yards of this whispering and pacing beside them, yells out says, hey, stop following us. I have a gun. I will use it. Back off. It gets dead quiet. There's no animal noises around, so

they continue walking. Patrick didn't want to announce he had a firearm. For whatever reason, he felt he was showing his cards, so to speak. If it was some weirdo in the woods, the weirdo would know he's armed. Potentially it could get uglier. He continues walking. They hear this pacing and it sounds like it's getting ahead of them off to their left hand side. Tina is verbalizing it as they're walking. She goes, I can hear it. It's starting to get into a front of us, just out

of eyesight. Now they have a good mile on this trail before it starts opening up at all. It's fairly dense. There's not a lot of large tall trees in this area, but it's a lot of black spruce, some pine, and of course willow and aldershrubs, various other ferns and what have you. It's dense, you're not going to much even if it's right up on you. And they're very concerned because they could hear this movement getting ahead of them,

so they're concerned about them potentially being ambushed. So they paused for just a moment and Tina says we should jog. Patrick agrees, and they start trotting along. Now they're carrying backpacks. They weren't overly heavy or anything like that, but the backpacks were making a lot of jingling and jumbling noises with the zippers and all that stuff. They initially started jogging along the trail, but they weren't able to hear the surrounding noise because of all the noise they were making.

They stopped. They reassessed and decided to walk at a fast pace without making as much jingling noises with their backpacks. Once they got their game plan, they continued on this whole time. The whispering, the gibberish sounds them being paced has not stopped when they started running. For the brief moments that they did, this movement was consistent. They couldn't hear running or anything like that, but the sound itself was moving through the trees on pace with them, which

really freaked them out. Now, after running, Tina, she said about twenty five yards into that she stopped abruptly because she saw something very dark. The trail they were on was twelve o'clock. It would have been at the ten o'clock position, approximately fifty yards off to their left. She stops and assess what she could see and what she could see is this darkness in between these two trees.

At first, she almost dismissed it because it looked like just a tree blowing, but there was no wind, and that's what caused her to focus on that one movement. Very dark. It was just at the right distance where they couldn't really make anything out, but just something big and dark moving between two trees, almost like a tree

blowing back and forth in the wind. Now from Patrick's perspective, he had to come up a couple paces to join Tina on the trail for her to point out, and then finally he got a fix on it and starts yelling again, hey, stop following us, leave us alone. Before this turns ugly. He's just yelling this stuff out. There's nothing in return more whispers and gibberish. A moment later after he was done talking, so they carry on. They continue down this trail. Tina says she started feeling very

ill to her stomachs. She said that she felt like she was in imminent danger. Patrick, however, he didn't feel the same. He felt nervous, but he didn't feel like he was in imminent danger. So after a few paces of Tina feeling that way, She stops and tells Patrick, hey, I feel we're in serious danger. Patrick didn't dismiss it. It's just he didn't have the same feeling. He was nervous and anxious, but he wasn't in fear of his life, so he said, just stay calm, we're armed, let's be ready,

Let's keep moving. They continue on. They went up from that last little conversation. They went approximately fifty more yards, and there was no sound whatsoever. As they were walking. All of a sudden they hear the whispering, and it sounds like it's just on the other side of the trees, just out of view, a lot closer than it had been the whole time, which immediately caused them to stop, and Patrick panic fired about three rounds in that direction

into the trees. Just bam. They heard scurrying in the brush, some branches breaking, and the gibberish talk got louder and louder. Going away from them, they heard other movement from nearby, not in that exact location where they heard loudest whispers, but from various points just a little ahead of them and a little off the trail. They heard multiple movement. They couldn't tell if it was two or three, but it was at least two, so at that moment they

didn't know what it was. But whatever, the two things were moving away. So with Patrick's ears ringing Tina's as well, these things were making enough noise to be heard moving away. Now they continue on down the trail, basically running. At this point they weren't quite sure, but from the adrenaline, dumb and everything going squirrely, it wasn't very far before they had to catch their breath because they wed already been holding their breath and freaking out the whole time.

Patrick said, one thing that stood out is once they took off running full board, he said, about half the distance that they were able to keep up a really fast paced so about half that distance point he started hearing thrashing in the brush off to their left, just behind them. He was guestimating about sixty yards back behind

them off the trail. So once they stopped, because they were out of breath and starting to really hyperventilate and freak out, he said, they stopped, he had Tina squat down, get her firearm out, and he stood guard over her, waiting for whatever to show itself. Because once they stopped, they heard the movement still moving towards them, but just out of sight. Patrick said that where they happened to have stopped was very tight part of the trail, very

dense on both sides. Damn near impossible to make anything out other than the noises. It couldn't see movement. It was just damn near impossible. So he whispers to Tina, we got a little ways to go before it starts opening up. Let's get into the open so we're not so closed in, and she agrees. They took a moment, she said, let me catch my breath. Meanwhile, that noise had stopped. The movement anyway of the noise had stopped,

but the gibberish whispers continued. He said at that point he could tell the whisper was coming in two different tones, so he would hear weird gibberish whisper and then a response not too far away to the whisper. He said, it was very creepy. He had a very hard time standing focused. His head was on a swivel. A couple times he thought he heard movement behind them. They were feeling inclosed real fast, getting real claustrophobic. On this tight trail.

Finally they take off again. He says he doesn't remember how long it took for them to get to that where it opens up more on the trail, but they did not stop. They weren't full blown running. They were trotting along because he was head on a swivel trying to keep track of where the noises were coming from. It was hard with the backpack noise and all that stuff, but they were motivated to move. Patrick said, as soon as they came into that clearing, Tina was spent, and

so was he, damn near. They basically had been hyperventilating, like panic stricken. He looked at Tina when they got into the clearing, when she turned around where he could see her face outside of just profile now and then of her looking off the side of the trails. She was pale, and he was really concerned for her because she did not look good. She looked very pale, peaked, almost grand tone. She was really getting freaked out.

firearm ount he had his out. He heard the noises. Now they're facing back on their back trail now, so the noise is coming from off to their right. He said that this clearing they were in was probably a fifty yard radius. It was egg shaped, and they were more towards the top of the egg if their trail out of there was the top of the eggs. They're further away from where they had started in this egg

shape opening, right about fifty yards in diameter. He said that as they were standing there and he had his pistol raised and he was just looking back and forth at the trees and stuff, the movement off to the right had stopped and he didn't hear anything, But all of a sudden he saw something peeking his head above some brush so he started focusing on it, trying to figure out what it was because the shape of it was weird. He was trying to make out what it was.

At first, he was like, is that a bear? What is that? He's getting Tina's attention, and she sees what he's seeing. They're trying to assess what they're looking at as this dark thing that's all they could make out at that moment, was up and down behind this bush. Patrick decides he going to shoot around in the air. He tells Tina, plug your ear closest to me. It doesn't ring as loud, I'm going to fire in the air. He just says, don't don't do that. We don't know

what it is. It didn't do anything last time, save your So he stands down and he's just standing there for a minute, trying to assess what the hell to do. And as they're talking about backing out of there, they hear more movement. They can't place where they're hearing it from, but it sounds real close, and they were distracted for the briefest moment off to their left. In that brief moment where the thing had been bobbing up and down

to their right, it stood up. Patrick said that out of his peripheral he saw the thing stand up, and it stood up not too far from at least a twelve foot black spruce. He said, this thing was damn near as tall as that and very wide. I asked him if he saw any kind of facial features, eyes, whatever, and he said it was just dark. They saw that,

and immediately it got their attention. They were both looking in that direction, and as they started to try to figure out what the hell they were looking at, this thing dropped back down below the brush, and they heard it moving from the right towards their left, but keeping its distance inside the trees. They start backing away, going back down the trail. Now there's approximately thirty yards distance between where they saw this thing and where they were at.

So they got to the top of this egg shaped clearing where the trail continued, and they knew it wasn't too much further before it really opened up wide and would have plenty of field of view, So they decide they're going to bolt for it. They turn around and haul ass. They get to the bigger opening. From what Patrick said, as they were running that direction, they were motivated because they could feel in the ground by pedal footsteps behind them. He didn't know how close. He could

feel it in the ground, and it was motivation. They could hear it, they could feel it, and they were just hauling ass now. When they get into the bigger, wider clearing, Patrick immediately turns around because he's already almost winded again, points the gun and there's nothing behind them. They had been hearing this noise consistently since they took off running, and when he turned around there was nothing there. So he's panting. He's panic stricken. Tina's at his shoulder,

she's got her firearm raised. There's nothing to be seen now. Just inside the trees. They start hearing movement off to the right. As they're paying attention to that, all of a sudden, couple of pine cones get thrown at them. Not directly at them, but they landed right in their field of view. Little pine cones being thrown from how far they weren't sure because it had to have been a high arc to wait for them to be falling.

So they're steadily backing away. Patrick said, when they got about sixty seventy yards from that tree line that they had just came out of into the bigger, wider opening. That's when this thing showed itself again. And when it showed itself, it went from their right to the left to the trail, just looking back their direction. He said, that's when he was able to tell it had an ashen gray look pitch black hair. Couldn't make out the eyes or whether it have whites in its eyes or

anything like that. Couldn't really make out too much facial feature other than the complexion of the skin was different from the blackness of the hair. He said. He could see the same colored ashen gray throughout the body. The way the hair was it wasn't like mange, but just like a human's hair when it parts or whatever, you can see the skin underneath. It was in that context, he said, they continue to walk backwards. This thing walked over to damn near the trail, but then cut back

off into the trees. Now as they were backing away, the pine cones eventually stopped at some point. He doesn't remember when because they were trying to focus on this creature. He said. They got a little further away, then turned around and started walking because they felt there was enough distance they would hear or see this thing coming, which they were regularly looking over their shoulders, but they wanted

to create distance. They end up getting up back by where one of their neighbors were, and when they got to that driveway, they noticed their neighbor's truck wasn't home, and they knew that person lived alone and wouldn't be home, so they continued on walking. They ended up making it

all the way home. No further instance at that point. However, that night, Tina said that just as they were getting ready to go to bed, still reliving the moments that had happened earlier that day, off in the distance, they heard a air raid siren type scream that ended in a very high pitched, almost whistle like sound. That was the last noise they had heard since then. I want

to thank them for sharing. They didn't want it public at first, just because of the size of their community, so I told them I would just leave it general as far as Copper River Valley and just leave it at that. So finally they agreed. Now they lived here their whole lives mid late forties, never had anything like that happen until this instance. They thought all the bigfoot stuff, Harry Mann's stuff they had heard over the years through the Copper River Valley was all trash garbage. They didn't

believe any of it. I want to thank them for being willing to let me share publicly what I wanted to share with you today. Benson and Terry started there what was supposed to be an adventure about twenty years ago. Now. They were basically going to do some fly fishing for trout. They wanted some brookies and some other stuff. They made their plans to get an Alaskan adventure. They both used to live in Anchorage. Now I believe one is in New Mexico and the other ones in Arizona. They didn't

move because of this. They moved for jobs and family after this situations. Keep that in mind. So it started off. It was supposed to be a week long adventure. They got dropped off on the cusco Quim. They had firearms. One had a lever action forty five seventy, the other twelve gage, and they had a forty four magnum pistol. From what Benson shared with me, it started off their first day. They were so excited. It was early fall. There was still some mosquitoes, not a whole lot, so

they were basically finding ways of combating the mosquitoes. They didn't bring any bug dope or anything, so they had biting flies and mosquitoes to deal with. They were going along just mitigating the train, trying to figure out the best possible movements. Now, in that map, that topographic light, it shows a dry creek riverbed running from east to west, real squiggily at this point in time twenty years ago. So it was not dry. It was anywhere from ankle

to knee deep going on through there. Now understand, it's not that we have crazy rivers up here. What happens is during breakup, when the ice is moving out, it'll dam up, and at those dam up spots, overflow will arc out, come around and continue on down the main channel. So that's why you got all these little loop de doo's and stuff on the cusca Quid River. It's from ice backing up, ice damming and the water finding away. They start their journey and they're going down this creek bed.

The initial point of it. From what Benson was saying, there was birds an other wildlife sign for the first day and a half. Now they were not in a rush. They were going to take their week actually just ten days, but they ended up being a week. But they're going to take their ten days and make the most of it. Do their things, see Alaska, get some adventure in. As the second day started, they got up to absolutely no

sound whatsoever. It was dead quiet, and they both got the hebgb's and A felt like they were being watched. Now Terry had gone to look around, Benson told them don't go too far, jokingly says, if you see anything interesting, just let me know. Little did he know what was about to happen, because Terry walks off and he's gone twenty minutes. He makes his way through brush and stuff, and it starts to open up into some tundra, probably

seventy five yards away from this creek. Terry said that as soon as he bus threw the shrubs into where it opens up, one hundred and twenty yards in front of him, this figure was standing looking at him dumbfounded. He said he couldn't make out the full expression on

a creature's face because it was silhouetted. The way the sun was coming up, he could tell it was looking right at him and just kind of tilted its head to the side, like what am I looking at while he's tilting his head like, what the hell am I looking at? So Terry said, he cuts back, follows his back trail, gets back over there, yells for Benson. Benson is tidying up camp and stuff, trying to be bear safe,

putting away their breakfast stuff and their clean utensils. Terry comes pale as ghost saying, hey, there's a big dude over there. Let's go talk to him. Because where it's in open tundra, there's nothing to assess its height. There was no little trees or shrubs near it for him to get a good guests mint on height. He just assumed it was a big dude and assumed he was

in furs. Now, when Benson and Terry come back through the same path, they get into the opening and there's nothing there, right, So Terry's I'm telling you it was standing over here, so he goes show me. So while Benson stood there watching looking around, Terry started walking over that direction. It started dawning on him how far away

it was and started to mentally assess its height. Once he starts realizing, wait a minute, this thing was much bigger than I thought, he stopped going forward and turns around and comes back meets up with Benson. Benson's laughing at him, like, what's going on here? What did you see? Was it a bear just standing up looking at you. Terry, not wanting to be made fun of, was like, probably that's probably what it was, with the light and everything, which it was clear that morning, but he just went

along with it. Must have been a bear stood up, looked at me, freaked me out, whatever, so he let it go. They continue on about their day. They continue hiking that creek. As they're hiking along that creek, they make it between and halfway distance between the first marker with the red dot and the second marker with the red dot, and that's where they camp for their third night. Now, from what Terry said, as they were getting ready to strike camp, he kept feeling like he was being watched.

It ended up to where he got so creeped out he moved the tent as close to the water's edge as possible while Benson was doing other stuff. Benson was setting up a little cooking area, so he wasn't really paying attention to what Terry was doing. And then I guess they got into a little bit of an argument once Benson saw how close to the water he was putting these tints up, so hey, hey, we can't be

that close. If the big rain happens overnight, we could get potentially flooded out or whatever, and we could lose gear. And Terry's look, I feel like I'm being watched. I'm getting the creeps over here by this brush. Benson assures him, Hey, look, it's probably just that bear being curious. It's already seen us. It's probably just young and following us around. If it comes in on us, then we'll take care of it.

If not, then we'll leave it be. Terry agrees, goes on with what he was doing, changes the area of which he set up the tent. What he ended up doing was taking some of his fishing line, taking empty cans, and making an early alarm system, early warning system, a little trip wire, if you will, with cans attached to the end of it. He had it laid out so whatever tripped on this in coming out of the brush,

it would jingle cans right next to the tent. So while Benson was cooking, Terry was setting up his little early warning system, and Benson gave him, shit, He's looked that bearer gonna come in on us. We'll wash the food trays. We'll be good. So that night they're sitting around the campfire. They're both pretty tired and beat up and bug bitten. They want to call it. Just as it was starting to get dark, probably between eleven and midnight,

they decide they're going to crawl into the tent. No sooner than the tent was zipped, they heard the cans jingle. So immediately Terry is jumping up to unzip and stuff, and Benson says, hey, we just got in the tent. We probably bumped it and jingled the cans calmed down, Terry calmed down, and from what Terry said, he had an ominous feeling. He couldn't explain it. He didn't know why, but he just kept getting this ominous feeling. Now, of

the two, Terry smokes. A little bit later, Terry makes the excuse, I'm going to step out and smoke a cigarette and make sure that fire is dying down or whatever. And Benson was already half asleep and said, all right. Terry gets outside. He's on high alert. He's sitting there trying to figure out what made the cans jingle, because they didn't bump the tent enough, and the way he had it set up, he knew that them getting in the tent wasn't going to jingle the cans, and so

he was real curious. So he's sitting there watching the tree line. Behind him is the little creek and it's running. It's making a little bit of noise, not a whole lot. It wasn't very fast moving, so he said. As he was watching the trees in front of him in the brush, he was looking at every shadow, studying it real hard. He had the forty four magnum. His rifle was right inside the tent, but he had a firearm and he felt secure, he said, on the little log and was

smoking a cigarette, just studying real hard. He realized he was hearing a weird noise and it was coming from like in the water, and.

yelling and stuff. Didn't flinch, didn't make a move, wasn't intimidated in the least bit. He said. It was about eight and a half foot tall, from the best he could guess because it was in the water and he wasn't sure exactly how deep the water was there, so eight eight and a half foot out of the water. As he's sitting there dumbfounded, Benson heard him scream and holler he's making a fuss. Because Benson's a little older than Terry. Didn't want to be dealing with Terry and

Shenanigans are bullshit, you know what I mean. He's cussing of fussing, And as Benson starts moving in the tent, basically coming out of the tent, this thing hears that, and when Benson comes out, it turns around and walks away from them. Benson was only able to see the back end of this thing going up over the bank into the brush. From what Benson said, he did not see what Terry did at that moment. All he saw was something dark going into the brush line, fair enough,

He didn't full on see it. So Terry's telling him what he saw. He said, this thing is huge, at least eight eight and a half foot tall, standing in the water there. I yelled at it. It did nothing. You came out and tell him the whole thing, Benson is, his curiosity's peaked, and he doesn't fully believe that's what Terry saw. He believes Terry saw something. He's just not sure if he was misidentifying a young juvenile bear standing up. That's what Benson had stuck in his head, right, He goes,

I had a bear stuck in my head. As he's chastising Terry a little bit, he tells him, next time you see that bear, you fn't shoot that thing. It's obviously stalking us. It's a good enough reade. We'll just we'll shoot it. We'll report it whatever. Terry's okay. I didn't want to do that, but I will. As they try to go back to sleep, which was very difficult for Terry, Benson wasn't as startled as Terry's Benson said he went right to sleep, and so he decided I'll

just I'll crash out. In all honesty, from what Benson said, he was exhausted, biting off bugs, trumpling through the water. It was taking a toll on him. He wasn't used to backpacking around with a bunch of gear, so I was catching up with them. So Terry, once he did fall back asleep, he woke up hours later with those cans rattling. He jumps up. He's in a panic. He comes stumbling out of the tent. He's trying to drag his rifle behind him, and Benson accidentally tripped over his

trip line and spilled breakfast. Benson was not happy. He was cussing Terry out. They had a little bit of an argument. Benson had to remake breakfast and wasn't happy about that. It was a bad start to their morning. As they're getting what is left of their breakfast done that, they start hearing weird noises off in the distance. They're like, wow, that's weird. They couldn't make it out. They were suspecting maybe a coyote, but there was a lower tone to it.

They couldn't quite place, so they just left it at that because it was far enough away it wasn't of immediate concern. Now, when they continued hiking, they start coming across these strange tracks that they could see across the creek, and the particular part they were on, they just got over this tight bend. They could see impressions in the gravelly dirt at a cutbank, and they're like, ah, it

looks like that bear was walking this way. So they didn't go and examine the tracks, but they were large. Benson was going with bear, and Terry wasn't going to argue it because he know what he saw. He figured the way this thing was showing itself from what Terry said, Benson would have aually see it. They continued on the beginning of day four is when they saw the tracks on the creek bank across from them. Uneventful, very quiet, they said, for day five and six, until going towards

the end of day six. Now they had made some ground, they retired. They said they got two good nights of really good sleep just from the hiking that they were doing. Very terrain from sandy muddy to rocky pebbly cobblestone, light and threw brush sometimes when they had to find a way around the creek because it just wasn't conducive for hiking through. Just as they were setting up camp on day six, Vincent had to go and check some things out.

It had been hearing a weird whistle click sound, and they said it seemed like it was directed at me. He kept thinking Terry was trying to get his attention, but Terry was right in front of him when he's hearing this, and the noise was coming from Benson's left, So finally he he's I'm gonna go check out over here, and Terry sat down and lit a cigarette becau. They were in the middle of popping the tent up and

they're taking a quick break. As Terry smoking a cigarette, Benson walks off to his left, which would be approximately due south. Now. As he's walking due south, he gets maybe fifty feet away from where Terry was sitting, and Terry could see him clearly. He hadn't gone into the trees yet. Benson hears that kind of a weird chatter, kind of sound like click popping, a little bit of

a whistle, slightest whistle, and it was really intriguing. He doesn't know why, but it really struck him and caught his attention, and he was so curious about it, he said, reflecting back on it, he felt like he was almost hypnotized as strong, but enchanted. He enchanted by this whistle sound. It was very melodic. It had a certain melody to it that was a bit soothing, you know, from what

Benson was saying. So he turns and yells back at Terry, Hey, I'm going to head off this way, just a little way. If i'm not back in two minutes, come looking for me. Terry's I'll come with you now. So Terry puts out his cigarette, grabs this forty five seventy, and starts following Benson. Now, Benson, according to what Terry said, was maybe thirty five forty

feet in front of him, clearly visible. They were approaching the tree line, and as they got closer to the tree line, Terry said, Benson stopped, got down on his knees and had his head turned and was staring into the brush. Terry was confused by it. He thought maybe his friend was having some medical issue or something. He said. He trotted up, set his rifle down and was looking at him and Benson looked like he was almost in a trance. He was slack jawed, mouthed open, just staring

into the brush. Terry nudges him with his knee, Hey, snap out of it. Snap out of it. Shakes him a little bit, and Benson looks at him like, hey, what the hell? And from what Benson said, when he was approaching the brush, everything went blank. He doesn't know what was going on for a brief couple moments until Terry was nudging him, and then he realized he was on his knees and was staring into the brush, so

he stands up. That was weird. They both got the ebgbis, so they decided, Hey, let's not go into the bush. Let's just get back over here to camp. I'm gonna set up my string cans and all that stuff again, and we'll get our sleep and continue on. And they couldn't shake the creepy feeling. From what Terry said, he is usually a calm, collected guy, and Benson even more. It takes a lot to get their pulse rate up.

But from that point they were high tension. They were arguing amongst each other for nothing until they caught onto it and realize, hey, we're hyper sensitive. Let's not take it out on each other. We're here in this together. As they're sitting there by their campfire, they made a habit or not staring at the campfire, but letting it be in their peripheral so they could watch the surroundings.

They said it was really hard to even attempt to go into the tent because they kept hearing movement just out of eyesight, and it sounded like big movement, but they could not pinpoint what it was. Benson, because he hadn't really seen anything yet, reverted back to saying that bear must be back, so let's be ready. Let's just put it down. It hasn't lost interest in us, so it's fixated on us. We need to put this bear down.

Terry knew it wasn't a bear. He had seen it twice, said I don't think that's a good idea that we'll go shooting at this thing unless we need to. Terry reiterates, Hey, Benson, I know you think it's a bear, but look, this is what I saw. First time I saw it was on two legs. Second time I saw it was on two legs. It walked away on two legs. It swayed its arms like a man. It was shaped like a man, a big man. Benson starts to realize that Terry's not

just trying to mess with them. As he realizes that Terry's really not trying to pull his leg aboup this whole man thing, he starts asking the questions about his features and this and that, and again there wasn't much to add other than it was shaped like a man, moved like a man, was on two feet large. They

hadn't seen any details. They had brought one flashlight with them because that time of year, it wasn't a whole lot of darkness, just a handful of hours at night, and they were sleeping during that time, and they only brought one because you know, it's just what all they needed in their own minds at the time. So they get the flashlight out because it's getting on into dark and they're still highly uncomfortable. They can't and fathom going to lay down yet, Benson said something struck and funny.

As he was sitting there facing Terry to stand up and look behind you. Benson happened to have that flashlight. So he stands up and turns on the flashlight beaming in the same general direction that he initially started walking at fell in that weird trance as soon as he turned on the flashlight. They said it had ash and gray skin. It was squatted down. It was just about twenty feet outside of camp, where the firelight wasn't illuminating

it at all. Bright red eyeshine ashen gray skin. They said his face was real, real wrinkly, a lot of fine wrinkles, and I've seen the same thing myself, but they couldn't tell what color the eyes worked because they were reflecting eyeshine right red eyeshine. They said the knees looked like they had some kind of calluses on them, the way it was squatted down, and its hands were hw mongous because it put up one hand kind of trying to block the light a little bit, and started

showing its teeth. They said, big block teeth, like a horse. The jaw looked really wide compared to the top of the head, and the eyes were pretty wide set. They said it almost looked like someone wearing a parka with a rough around it, because it looked like a rounded head, but with a hair rough around, like they were wearing a hood with the fur rough around it once he beamed it and it put his hand up, showed his

teeth a little bit. It stood up, they said. When it stood up, it was all of its massiveness was shown in that moment. Right Terry was immediately on his feet, had his rifle in his hand and was pointing at this, saying and as soon as he leveled his rifle at this saying, it screamed. Benson fell down from the scream startled the shit out him because he was in shock. Terry fires a shot off. The screaming was still going on as all. It was all commotion. So there's screaming,

a gunshot fires off. Benson hits the ground, scrambling to pick up the flashlight beams back over there again. Terry's standing next to him at this point saying, holy, I told you, I told you, And Vince was like, calmed down, I seen it. Vince said he thought he was going to have a heart attack. He was struggling to calm himself down so he didn't have a heart attack. He was in his late fifties at the time. He felt that surgeon that adrenaline like a ton of bricks on

his chest. So he calms down and they hear noises way off in the disc they guess to made a couple hundred yards scream, sound like stuff breaking, trees breaking and all this stuff. And they didn't know what in hell to do. It's just them two on this creek bed with a tent on a couple of firearms. They were dumb struck. They did not know what to do.

Their meeting point was days away. They still had approximately four days left before their friend was supposed to be going back and forth on the portion of the river to pick them up. Where their designated meet up point wasn't so. Vincent said that him and Terry sat there back to back after they collected some firewood, shouldered or shoulder with the flashlights, and they kept feeding the fire in the darkest point of the night, back to back

the whole time. They said, three separate times this thing came in on them, almost like probing the boundaries, probing how close they could get. They suspect that Terry really pissed it off. They said it when they saw it these few times, as it would almost like press towards them, they would pop off some shots, not trying to kill it, but trying to wish shots pasted it to scare it away. Every time they would do that, it kept looking like it was favoring one arm. It had one arm, it

wasn't using it like they thought it would. So they suspected that maybe Terry when he fired when Benson fell down, that maybe it struck its arm. They still don't know, and probably never will. There's no way to figure that out. So as this happened, they said three to four times, they were getting really worn out by the last time it happened, they said. The last time it happened, it came in from the backside of their tent, where they

didn't have eyes on it at the moment. They kept looking at the spot where it kept coming from, emerging from the direction that Benson had gotten a little hypnotized and off to their right hand side. So all of a sudden, up to their immediate left, where the tent was, the tent goes flying. Benson said that this thing grabbed it by the top and flung their tent awaif in the direction directly away from them, and it just flew

out of sight. He said. It happened so fast, he said, had they been inside the tent, they probably would have flown thirty yards. It flung and with it being a nylon tent, it didn't go all that far, but it was fast. It was very powerful the way it was just cinched and ripped out of the ground. The guidelines were all snapped in a heartbeat. The can stringline that was attached to a tent went laying flaing after it

into the water and stuff. They stand there shot per second as this thing is standing there as well, looking right at them. They said it was very forceful, like it was challenging them. They said. At this point they opened up directly at it, started firing shots, and after the first couple shots broke, this thing was already hauling ass away. They said. It was heading due south when they stopped firing, and.

Now in the meantime, as they were traveling, and as they got to the river, they heard the screams and weird yells periodically to the south of them. They said, I couldn't tell how far, but it was a loud So as they got to the river's edge and they were sitting there, an elderly man and an elderly lady skipped by, and they waved, and they were trying to flag them down. The elders waved and continued on, and they're like, shit, if there was someone out on the river,

there'll be someone else out on the river. They sat there look a good few hours. And a little while later, a younger guy in the same skiff that the elderly people were in came zipping down river, spotted them, turned around and come up. They told them who they were, who their friend was that dropped them off. They happened to be relatives. Just get in. What's going on? You guys weren't supposed to be ready for a few more days. They tell him what happened. The younger guy just chuckled,

didn't respond to it, left it alone. Benson said that when he talked to his friend that had dropped him off the week before for them to start this journey. It wasn't until he was meeting back up with his friend that he remembered the advice his friend gave him, and he blew it off. It meant nothing in the moment until after the fact, right his friend told him his native friend told him, do not mess with the Harryman. Left it at that. Benson thought nothing of it, didn't

even mention it to Terry. Didn't even think nothing about the Harryman. It wasn't until everything was done he remembered that, I want to thank Bencent. It took a while to get this coordinated because they live in two different states and have two different lives. At this point, they're still good friends. They didn't lose their friendship or anything like that. Thank you guys for joining me. We'll catch you on the next one. They say, you don't gotta go home,

but you can't stay. And I don't want to feel a.