SO EP:574 Bigfoot And The Bush Pilot

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bush isilot, reputation is everything, especially in those circles. I'm not in that circle, so I couldn't tell you who were the reputable ones at this time, because there's so many air services that have sparked up since nineteen eighty three. We'll leave it at that. It spoke to one of his friends after it had happened, and his friend relaid a couple things that made him feel a little better, but he still just packed it away. He retired some

years ago now lives in a warmer climate. He loves Alaska. He shared photos, but he wants to remain anonymous so that those are for my viewing only, not of this incidence. He didn't have a camera or anything. All he had with him was a shotgun and a twenty two little six shot Ruger single six. That's what it was. He was basically out flying around. He had landed in Dillingham refueled. He had time before he had to fly back up the New Sheigak and pick up some clients and then

bring them back to Dillingham Airport. As he was just killing a little bit of time, he decided to circle around, so he left Dillingham Airport started flying due east back towards the New Sheigak River, and he saw the Withlaw River, which is the headwaters in between these two small little dome like mountains. I don't know if they're tall enough

to be mountains. I think they're marked that, but it ends in there, and he noticed a little valley in there that was just beautiful, so he made a mental note, Hey, I want to check that place out. He had been flying in the area for a couple of years, but it was all a grind. He was just going here to there. He didn't have a whole lot of free time because the season was short and he was trying to pack in as much money as he could. So he was actually going to have some free time because

there were free of clients. He did his job. He went up New stew picked up to people, and then flew him to Dillingham Airport, dropped them off, grab a little more fuel. He was in a little piper cup he takes off. Anyone wondering how he carried two people. He was able to carry two people in their two backpacks. That's all he had room for in that little piper cup. He wasn't packing a bunch of gear or anything like

that was coming down in the skiff. But the guys had a fight to catch, so they just had personal bags in themselves and got out of there. Anyway. He takes care of business and there's still about eight hours of daylight left, so he heads over to the wila. As he's circling around, he's got tunder of tires on and stuff, so he's looking for a little place to land, and he search us for a little while and finally

finds a nice little spot. He's basically facing due north at this spot, right next to a creek at that point, not that far away from him. He decides, I'm going to go hike up onto that little dome shaped mountain over there off to my right. Just take a look around. But he has his shotgun. He make sure he has extra ammal for his twenty two and all that grab a little day pack, had himself a little lunch earlier in the day, but he also had some survival food

in case he had to camp out overnight. He left his piper cup. He said he got about a mile into this hike and as he was going along, he broke through some willows and alderbrush, and he came out onto a little patch of tundra as it was starting to gain elevation on this little mound. So he's looking and he's like, ah, I don't want to hike up right here. I'll circle around and find a little bit of a gully and just go up that, and you take a look around like that. So he continues around,

heading due north, basically wrapping around this little mountain. He said. He got about halfway to where he had visualized cutting up to, and he took a break. He started eating his lunch. Now he's just above the willow line. There wasn't a lot of huge trees out that way. A few black spruce here and there, but it was mainly alders and willows and scrubbrush and very brush. He was just above it to where he was free and clear of any obstruction, and he's looking down into the vegetation.

He said that as he was sitting there, he was trying to figure out how long he wanted to stay because he didn't have a whole lot of daylight left. He had been almost three hours into this. Because of the grueling hike, it was far more than he had anticipated from the air, and so he decides, I'm gonna go a little further and then I'll turn back. He commences to enjoying his lunch. From what he was saying, he kept hearing a very loud squirrel. He said, the

squirrel noise was unreal. He was like, this has got to be a world record squirrel. If I see it, I'm gonna shoot it with my twenty two and show people look at the size of the squirrels up here in Alaska. Right. So he's looking around for the origin of this squirrel sound, just to chatter. And as it's going on and he stands up, he's looking around. He's

enjoying his sandwich a little bit. He notices brown movement and it was real low to the ground and just out of view because the rise fell away from him, so whatever was back there was obscure. But he saw a little bit of brown movement and he was like, okay, the squirrels over in that direction. Let me finish my sandwich. I'll keep my eyes over that way. I'll go get the scroll after I'm done eating. As he's sitting there, he started thinking back, and he was like, that squirrel

noise is so intense. There's no way, even if it was a large squirrel the size of a badger could have been making that loud of a noise. So he started second guessing his thoughts on going after this squirrel. Craig said, as he was sitting there. He just finished up his sandwich and he was putting in his little tupperware dishes and stuff back together into his pack. That's

when he heard a click and a pop sound. He said it was just one click, one pop, but it was it was crisp, it was loud, and it was in quick succession, quickpop, and he was like, what the hell is that? So he starts looking back the direction of his airplane because it sounded almost like something hit his plane. The pop sound almost sounded like something whacked into his piper cub right, but it was a lot closer.

But just in the moment, it was so odd. He looked back and he could barely see his plane through the brush and stuff, but he could see part of it, white and red piper cup. It was all right. That sound happened again off to his right hand side as he's facing his back trail. Now, as he's facing his back trail, it's downhill to his right to the brush, and that's where he heard it again for the second time. But it was click pop, click, pop and then pop click,

just a weird cadence of clicks and pops. So he's really intrigued he said, he wasn't scared in that moment. He was concerned that he couldn't recognize what the sound was. So he decides, all right, I'm gonna walk to the edge of this rise where it drops down into this brush and see if I can get a better bird's eye view. Because the way it was sloping down, there was a horizon line where it dropped down a little further before it started the brush, and he couldn't see

past that. So he was going to go up to that horizon line there right in front of him and look down into the shrubs and see what the hell. So grabs his shotgun, slung his pack on. Again. He wasn't scared at that moment. As he gets up to that edge. Up behind him on that mountain, he was attempting to climb up in a little gully. Up at the top of it, he saw this black thing. He said. The distance was probably half mile away, but it was big and black, and he heard a scream, so it

caught his attention and he said, what the hell is that? Now? As soon as that one screams on the other mountain just right across the way, not that far what fifteen hundred yards maybe a little more. At this point where he was at, there's a return scream. It was scream caught his attention by time his head turned to check out where the noise was coming from and saw the black figure up there. Couldn't make it out. A return

scream came from across the way. Initially he thought it was an echo because it so happened where that other mountain was. There was a little ravine, and he thought maybe it echoed back right until he saw a movement towards the top of that one big and black, very large. It wasn't a bear, and the scream, he said, was horrifying. He's never found anything quite like it. Air raid, siren type, murdering a woman type death scream. Right, so he's really perplexed,

and he's really concerned. Where he was at was between the McClung River and the Cockwalk River, and both those rivers have a history of sightings. Where he was at was dead center. He recognizes after that second scream, that follow up scream, and sees the dark figure moving, now large in comparison to the distance he was looking. Keep that in mind. He didn't want to guess maya, he said it had to have been very large in order

to be that pronounced. It was not close enough for him to get features or anything else but other than a black dot, right, He said, his attention first of all, was drawn away from that little ravine, little drop off where he was going to look into the willows for

this clicking and popping sound. Right. All that went out the window with the screams, So he's totally not even thinking about that as he turns to head on his back trail to go back to his piper cub to get out of there because he wanted no part of whatever the hell was happening. He said, he sensed it had to do with him, and he didn't like it. As he was turning around to go on his back trail off to his right hand side, as he started along, before he went down into the willows where he came

out of, he heard movement in the brush. He got really concerned because he said his spidy senses was going off and he felt in danger. At that point, feeling like he was in danger, he didn't want to waste any shotgun rounds. He thought it might be a bear. He pulls out his little twenty two single six right start screaming and hollering, Hey bear, he's calling out for bear.

Has no idea what these things are. They're far enough away where the screams came from that he feels he's in a safe distance, so he's not panic stricken by anything just yet, right, but assumes there's a bear over here. So he fires a single shot up in the air, just over the brush, just to make a snapping sound or to startle this bear out. It startled whatever it was, and at that moment he didn't know, but it started thrashing in the direction he was heading and not away.

He's like, crap, I just scared it into my path, you know. He assumed he scared a bear into his path. So he's like, crap, it's probably going to backtrack right on me. He was beating himself up. Yeah, smooth move, Craig. So he puts aways twenty two and gets his shotgun in a ready position pointing down. Made sure he was ready to go with the slugs, and he said something odd happened as he was just getting to the brush line where he would have to duck and push willows

out of the way to break through. Because he was smart enough to backmark his trail where he came out of the brush, so he put just a little tie. It was an old piece of handkerchief. It was red and brown, and it blended in perfectly to the area. But he was able to see it because of the way it was moving in the wind. So as soon as he gets to that area and he's untying it, he notices something dark just off to his right hand side, down in the brush, and he said, he thought, black bear. Okay,

it's a curious black bear. All right, I'm good. I'm not worried about this black bear because it's gonna make its presence known before I have an opportunity to shoot it. I don't want to, so let me just pick up my pace. He was trying to think logically. He didn't want to hurt animals. He just wanted to go on outside of the squirrel. He continues on down his trail, and he's making no qualms about looking over and watching

this blackness. This darkness off into the brush and it was just out of you to where he couldn't make it up. But he said, initially he thought it was fur, but every time he was looking he would look a little longer. You'd take a few steps look a little longer. He said, it looked like black hair that was about four inches long. And he was like, that's really weird for a black bear. I wonder if it's just a hold over Jeane or something whatever, because it's Alaska. Maybe

they're a little longer hair and they stay warmer. Whatever. He said. He continued down his trail and he augmented his way back just a bit. He had to make an elongated sea off to the left hand side, because he said something told him don't continue down his trail. There was no mind speaking, it was just something he felt within himself. Change your trail a little bit, and

it just so happened. There was a game trail on the tundra in between the willows and stuff that he was navigating through to go off to the left just a little bit, and he said it was like an elongated sea. And he said, about halfway through that point, which was about fifty yards long, before it cut back onto this kind of main game trail he was checking through.

He said, at the halfway point, he heard that squirrel sound again, but this time it sounded like it was right on top of him, so he swings around, pulls up the shotgun looking he's not seeing it. He's looking into the brush. He sees darkness down there, but he's not seeing really anything. He can't make it out. So he takes a step back or two, and then he notices above the brush, which is well over seven foot where he was standing, he saw shoulders in a head

because of the sunlight. So he looks up sees this thing, and he said it had all black skin. The skin looked really tight to the cheekbones, sparse hair around the lower part of the jaw, real wide jaw, black eyes, had pointed head, but looked almost emaciated, skinny. He said it was making the scroll sound looking right at him. He could see its wide mouth making this sound, and he yells at it, get out of here, Get out of here. It turns and drops down into the brush,

and he's trying to look into the brush. Now there's leaves and stuff, so he's not seeing much. But here's it moving away. So he continues down the path. But he knew immediately what he was looking at it was a big foot. He didn't realize they had black skin in certain places, so he was only familiar with the paddy footage everyone had seen at that point, so he was shook. He was like, that's got to be a bigfoot,

and so he picks up his paste. The other two dots I must have seen and heard are also bigfoots, so there's at least three. I need to really get moving. I don't know what they're doing. This one seems to be following me.

was getting the hell out of dodge, he said. When he came out of the game trail down by the creek, the upper end of the Lowhititlaw River, the brush got thick again, real dense, and he knew that the one part was bigger rocks that were slippery that he came up initially, he knew a little further down to his left, there's a more clear way, and he chose that way

to go. He said. He cut through the brush and he got caught up a couple times because it was just spaghetti web just laced in there, all the branches growing every which way. It was hard to just push through it was so thick. He said. He made his way through. He lost his hat, lost a pair of work gloves out of his back pocket somehow, doesn't know how. So he gets out into the clearing. There's still brush.

There's tall grass and stuff around, so he's not out of the woods, but he's not that far from his plane. He can see it. So he has a little bit of relief, and he looks up the creek back to the direction where his original trail cut up. He looked back to see how much distance was between where he chose to come out and where he had actually gone up. He said it was about twenty twenty five feet. He was taking a moment to be proud of himself for

recognizing his back trail. So as he was having his little moment and looking up that way, he said, this thing slid down the rock came out in the full view twenty five feet away from him. He said it was every bit of nine foot tall, real skinny, and did the squirrel chat just chattered at him. At that point, he said, he turned the gun and pointed it at

it and said get out of here. He said, this thing just looked at him like what This thing obviously had never dealt with firearms before or was not intimidated at all. He said, he wasn't going to shoot, he was bluffing. Maybe this creature sensed that and was like, yeah, you know, maybe that was it. Who knows, It's speculation. He said it stood there and just kept doing that As he continued. He started peppin his step getting across there.

He said, when he got up to the piper cub, he knew once he fired it up, it'd make a lot of noise and that would probably get him to back off. He makes his way, gets up on his back trail, constantly looking behind him. This thing, he said, it stayed right where it slid out onto that creek bed, and every time he looked at it, it would do the squirrel chatter at him. Real odd didn't try to follow him from that point. Fourth he gets in the cub, fires it up, He's got to let it warm up

and get up to operating temperature. So as it's doing that, he's angled up. You got to understand, but he's looking out. He had the door open, still in the upper window

clicked up in the place. The direction is just off to his right hand side, just underneath his wing, off to his right, and the thing's standing there, he says, about forty yards away at that point, and it just was standing there looking at him, just giving weird looks, like, what the hell's that weird noise coming from this thing? He said. Once he was at operating temperature, he gunned up,

turned around and took off. He said. Once he got airborne and got enough altitude, he circled back and came in low, real low, and it was gone. He flew back. He gained altitude and went up to where he'd been, couldn't see anything. Circled around to the mountain to the left, come back around, and he said, as he was coming back around, he was gaining altitude as he was climbing.

As he circled around that the mountain, he chose to look at first where he saw the first screen from, and as he came around it, he said, up in that little that gully going up to that second mountain. He said, it looked like they reached a small rock face and disappeared into it. From his vantage point, he couldn't see if it was a cave or what, but he'd saw all three, one after the other, disappear into

this area. He banked he was going to fly up to a new studia hawk, decided better of it, turned around, flew back to Dillingham, landed, stayed the night at the Bristol Inn, got a hold of his employer figuring out when the next run of clients and stuff would be for the hunting lodge that he happened to be working for at the time. Kept the whole incident to himself, shared with a couple people, and left it at that.

I appreciate him, I guess his daughter, fan of the channel, pointed him this direction for him to come out and share. Craig is not his real name. After that point he stayed a bush pilot for many years. He retired around two thousand and six seven range somewhere in there. Moved back down south about ten years after that, just to get warmer conditions. Also, thank you to his daughter. You don't have to dox yourself by responding to people's comments

or anything like that. But I appreciate the people that are making the effort to get a hold of these people and get them to share. Who knows who will have that little piece of something in an experience that don't make everything else make more sense. Who knows? It's all a guessing game right now, because there's no experts. I sure ain't an expert. What I wanted to share with you today comes from the Hollocok River. Now this is due north of Dolling him quite a ways. It's

outside of the wood Tikchik State Park. Daniel his nicknames Danny prefers that was a pilot for the Navy in Vietnam. He got injured a couple times, was medically retired. Decided I'm going to go north seek my fortune. Maybe bush pilot this type of thing. So Daniel was inspired by Craig sharing. This is another gentleman who wanted to share his experience before leaving us. He's older, he has some health problems. He felt it necessary that people understand exactly

what you could potentially be dealing with. However, the difference between Craig's experience where he heard screams and then had the siding and basically unmolested outside of being freaked out. Danny had a totally different experience, very similar circumstances. How it plays out, so him and this guy Christopher, who at that time, this is late seventies, was still active military. Christopher has since passed, so we'll just leave it. Ask Christopher.

Daniel was very detail oriented, which I sincerely appreciate. I had to get him to tell me the meat and potatoes of the story, and then I asked the details because he was giving me approximate wins. Very detail oriented, which I appreciate. He was again fired by Craig's experience. However, this happened approximately seven eight years prior to what Craig dealt with him and Christopher. They happened to be with some free time and Christopher was on leave from the military.

He had a couple weeks for this particular trip that they wanted to get out and really go to the middle of nowhere, Alaska, And it so happens they just kind of sat there and just dropped a finger right there on the map. They decide, Hey, we'll go out there. We'll just check it out. They were going to just see what was out there, just kind of figure it out. After searching, they finally found a little spot to land. Basically, gravel bar wasn't horrible as from what he was saying.

They landed the small bush plane. I believe it was a stall one seventy two or something in that range. He named three or four different crap that he had flown, but I believe this one was the stall. They get there. From what he said, they decided just right off that grab there was brush and stuff, and there was a little bit of a clearing where two valleys branched out. They found it perfect because wind would come down the valleys, but at this particular point there didn't seem to be

a whole lot of wind. Perfect. It was in the fall. The mosquitoes were still out, but with the winds to just being strong enough, not overly forceful winds, it was enough to keep the bugs down. So they set up their camp. For the first two nights, they stayed right near camp. They were just hanging out. They were both armed with M fourteen's. Daniel had COLT nineteen eleven forty five. It was his service weapon in Vietnam. So was the rifle. Actually, we won't get into the ins and outs of how

he kept his gear. They were both armed substantial rifles. Nothing to worry about, they said. The first couple of nights they had noticed bears coming and going, very large bears, grizzly bears. They weren't overly concerned because from what they were seeing from the bears would win them and be gone, Just tear on out of there right again. This approximately seventy eight to seventy nine. Now, on the third morning, they decide they're going to go up this valley. They

go up this valley approximately a mile. They get up in there, and they're staying to the camp side of this valley, off of the point they get up in there. Once they got about a mile in, they heard a weird noise. It was a loud growl, but it was reverberating from a distance, and it totally threw them off.

He thought, maybe, just by the way the sound was traveling, that maybe one of the big grizzly bears got caught and wedged in between some rocks from just bellowing growl, you know, that's the closest thing he could approximate to that sound at the time. So him and Christopher, let's see if we can check this out. Let's see maybe there's a bear that needs to be put down out of his misery or something. So they continue a little further. He said, they got maybe a one hundred more yards

and the brush is pretty thick. Where they were pushing through was about waist high, and it was really starting to get tangled up and really hard to move. And off to there as they're facing it would be approximately west southwest. Going down this valley, they noticed this smaller not quite a full blown valley, but it's hard to explain. So they see the smaller valley that's where the sound

was coming from. And Daniel said that as they got to a point of screw this, there's no way we're going to make it through this brush to get up in there. Their rifles are getting caught up, their packs are getting caught up on all the brush, and they're just making a whole shit ton of noise going through this brush. The growl happens again, but a lot closer they saw a dark spot approximately one hundred and fifty yards off to their left direction they're facing them was noon.

It would be at their ten o'clock position that they noticed this very dark spot up in the brush, and they could tell from that distance it was very large, and that's when the scream happened, right, he said. The scream was a pretty standard air read low pitched up into a real high squeal kind of sound. No sooner than they were in shock. What the hell is that, they got their rifles up immediately. These are both combat veterans. They had no qualms about getting busy with their firearms,

none at all. Not knowing what the hell that noise was, They're immediately on point Chris, should we put some shots on it? And Daniel and I'll kill that noise. But we don't even know what that is because at that distance they couldn't make out exactly what it was. It was as dark and black at that point and in

the brush. Now, right after their brief little conversation about shooting, off to their right across the little valley, up into another little crux of the opposite side of this little valley, comes the second screen, identical to the first, but the tone was higher pitched and not as low as the one that came from their left, so immediately They're like, Okay, something's going on here, far beyond what we were expecting.

They had been there a couple of days and didn't hear anything except some bears and saw a moose at a distance, but there wasn't a whole lot of wildlife activity outside of the couple bears they saw on the moose. They couldn't pinpoint what the hell these noises were, so they both had a quick powow right there on the spot and said, well, just backtrack. Daniel said, they turned around and started heading out now on their way back, retreating, not fast, just going through like they did on the

way in. That marker is where the rocks and brushing stuff started coming in. Daniel said the rock throwing was very accurate. He said that they were not hit. However, it was evident that this thing throwing the rock was intent on making it clear that they could be gotten with the rocks. I asked what gave you that feeling, and he said it was just how accurate the rocks

were being thrown. He said the first one they noticed, but they couldn't tell what it was because it came in low and through the brush and landed right in front of them. It was what the hell? He thought, maybe a bigger rock had tumbled down, and then it broke apart, and then one of the pieces came tumbling.

Reasoning it away, he said, however, the second rock that came in damn near hit the first rock as they got closer so where they were, the first rock was just about twenty feet in front of them, busted through the brush and stuff and landed damn near right on the trail in front of them. That same one they

came in on old game trail. Then the second one a moment later when they were about ten feet from where that first rock hit, and that's where the second one came and dam near hit the first rock, and that's where he gauged the accuracy part of it. He said. He couldn't have thrown a baseball any better. And they didn't know the exact distance these rocks were coming from, but they were very high velocity when they came in.

So once that second rock hit, Daniel said, Christ first started yelling out loud and was turned around facing away from him and had his rifle up. From what Daniel said, when he turned around at about sixty yards, this thing was standing up in the brush and was looking at them and looked like it was trying to stretch what little necket had, But it was sniffing the air and was licking that the air and sniffing. He said it

was the damnedest thing he had ever seen. He said it looked Neanderthal had real wide jaw, real pronounced brow. The skin looked to be real dark, like a tan color, like a real old baseball mint. Right. He couldn't make out the eyes at that distance, but they appeared to be just black, and he said it had to be every bit of ten to eleven feet tall, very wide, Very aggravated is the word he used. He said it looked to be a very dark brown, like a chocolate brown, into a like a black almost.

had landed. Turns around, gives Daniel the signal that he was in position or whatever, and Daniels started walking backwards, and he said he got about three steps walking backwards and tripped over some of the brush. Because you got to understand how dense this particular area was again thick underbrush. They weren't in any trees. It was all shrubs. It was all willows and whatnot, right, little alder, shrubs, berry bush's, things of this nature. Where they were nothing was over

wasiste height. Trips back and as he stands up, he notices the one was still there, didn't move. However, there was a second one about one hundred yards from him, and it would be approximately at the one o'clock position in front of him, the big one at the eleven o'clock position. So he's got them both inside. As he stands back up, so he takes a deep breath, and he's trying to calm himself because it's not computing what they're looking at. So he figured they were cavemen in

the moment and was like, this is weird shit. He starts backing up. He gets to a certain point where he's almost tripped again after a couple steps backwards and realizing he's got to watch the trail and trust that Christopher is going to be on point if they try to rush him or whatever from behind, so he turns around and walks. When he gets to Christopher, he says, let's not do this back and forth thing like the

leapfrog deal, right, He said, let's just stay together. One of us will pace backwards while the other one kind of guides the way so we know we're not tripping over anything, and so someone will keep a beat on these things. Low ready, not pointing directly at the creatures. So they got a distance to go. At the point of where the rocks started getting thrown and things turned to an aggressive nature, they were still almost three quarters of a mile from their camp, they go along and

these things stayed where they were. They didn't come forward. They stayed where they were. After some distance and they were out of sight because of the train and stuff, they stopped the one walking backwards thing, and they both try to made their way back got the camp decided to move the camp down onto the gravel bar. By time they got back down to where camp was, it was getting too dark for them to take off. They felt more secure back at camp because things had calmed down.

The hair birds chirping, so things calmed down. They moved their camp. Basically, they had set up their tent right underneath the wing of the plane, so the planes right beside them. They got a nice fire going a little ways away from the plane, you know, to where they can heat up coffee and what have you. He said. As they were sitting there discussing what had happened earlier in the day, some hours had passed. They got back. Things were calm, you know, they weren't ant see anymore.

They were just going away talking each other about wow, that's crazy. And Daniel had brought up one of the guys he served with talking about the rock apes in Vietnam. He was sharing those stories with Christopher, he said. It came to time to go to sleep. They were both getting real tired. They were still amped up from the experience and not knowing what to make of it. His last thought before going to lay down was he had

mentioned to Christopher, Oh, the rock apes were violent. They were called rock apes because they were throwing rocks and what have you. They chuckled because this thing was just throwing rocks earlier. Christopher couldn't sleep. He was way too amped up. Daniel says, I'm going to catch some winks. Once you start getting tired, let me know. I'll get up and i'll take watch. We got firearms. We're good

to go. From what Daniel said, he no sooner laid down in his rucksack and was just starting to relax enough to fall asleep to where ba a mag dump started. Christopher started shooting. He had kept the door of the tent open. As he opens his eyes, shocked, he sees Christopher standing on this side of the fire, closest to him, firing off into the darkness. He jumps up, retrieves his rifle and starts yelling, where's it? What are you shooting at? What are you shooting at? What is it doing? He says,

it came in. It was on all fours. I watched it as it started getting closer. It showed its teeth. From what he said, Christopher told him, this thing showed its teeth and kind of took a couple quick trotting steps to him, covering like thirty feet like that, and that freaked him out. He stood up and started firing over it a couple shots. Then it stood up, turned and ran off into the darkness, and he just trailed a couple shots over there, just to keep this thing back. Immediately.

Daniel's on point. He's looking all around. They're not hearing anything. There's no brush movement. It's well on in the dark. So they stoked the fire. They keep themselves from steering at the fire so they don't lose what night vision they had. From what Daniel said, they both sat there taking turns stoking the fire, keeping an eye every once in a while, looking around, not seeing anything. Dead quiet.

He said. They were sitting there where they had rolled some rocks over by the plane, right in front of the tent, with the fire in front of them, because they wanted to again keep a field of fire. The plane was basically right beside him, behind them, off to their left hand side. Daniel said that as they were sitting there, they kept hearing the plane making noises like the wind was blowing right, but there was no wind at this point. He said, he'd look around, he wasn't

seeing anything. He wasn't picking up anything. He was looking under the struts and looking around and half so the plane looking not seeing anything right again, it's it's pretty dark. So he sat back down on him a little while later he did it again. So he stands and goes around the front by the prop. When he said he got lined up with the propeller with the fire off to his left hand side, kind of looking off to

the left hand side of the wing. He said he saw it standing there about two feet above the wing, staring right back at him, and as this watching him, it puts his hand on the wing and just pushes it a little bit with eye contact. He said, it freaked him out, and he started putting shots that way.

He tried to make his fire accurate. He said. He put he assumes anywhere between four to six rounds on this thing as it was fleeing, because he lowered down so he didn't tear up his wing, popped those shots off. At that time, Christopher was standing looking all around. Total freakout session, right, which I could totally imagine. He said that the way it looked, he saw the reflection of the fire in its eyes. That's what initially caught his attention,

because he said, this particular one was all black. It didn't seem to be as big as the other one. This one appeared to be eight to nine feet tall. Totally boggled him. He just couldn't fathom what was going on. He said, it was just unreal panic pandemonium. He said he had been in serious firefights in Vietnam where people were dying all around him, and he didn't feel this kind of primal fear. After popping those shots, a little while later, there were some screams off in the distance.

Rocks started falling towards their fire pit. He said these had to have been arc throws because they were coming down almost straight down from the sky and hitting the

fire He said it was accurate as hell. Any artillery men would have been proud to have those kind of accurate shots from a distance, because he said from the noises he was guestimating couple hundred yards distance that these things were at this time, and these rocks were raining down accurately hitting inside that fire pit every time boom. He said that it wasn't a rapid cadence of rocks falling. He said it was more random in nature, but there'd be at least two to three every time rocks were

being thrown. So not wanting to get hit. They were standing back and they were looking out into the darkness, and they would know the rocks are hitting because obviously the sound of the rock embers were getting bounced around. Their fire was basically being put out from a distance. So with that going on, he went right into the plane and retrieved several different types of flashlights. They had

a couple of the Coleman lanterns. They got those on deck and put the Coleman lanterns back on the tail wings, one on each side to put light off at a distance, not have it right in their face, and had flashlights ready to go. Daniel said he had three flashlights full batteries. Christopher had two. They didn't want to be without light, especially with the nature of what was going on around them. Scream started happening, weird whistles, very crisp, sharp whistles off

in the darkness in the distance. Imitation wolf howls happened, al hoots a couple times. It sounded like a rabbit dying. It was a whole bunch of different types of weird noises that were unnatural. They were way too loud and projected way too hard. Basically, they had to deal with that shit rocks falling off and on. Luckily none of them are hitting the plane. The fire pit was a regular target because there were still embers in there, and every once in a while Christopher would try to stoke

it and keep it going a little bit. That was Daniel's idea, He figured, give them a target that's not us. At one point they did lose one of the lanterns. It was hit by a rock on the little tail winger. It didn't hit the wing itself. The rock came in, he said, it looked like just a straight shot and knocked it off, busted it on the ground, and the rock continued a little ways, almost hitting the strut for the wing. He said that's when he started randomly firing

in to the darkness. Got real worried that the plane was going to be damaged in some way and they were going to be stuck there, so he wanted to mitigate his risks and start popping shots. He said he's not proud of that, but in the moment he didn't know what else to do. Figured, well, there ain't no one else walking around here. It's only them out there, so my chances are good that it'll at least swinging some shots by them will keep them at bay. Randomly

he had pop off shots. He'd have Christopher pop off shots at weird noises off in the distance. The rest of that evening, end of the morning, which he said was just a few more hours. After the lamp got knocked off, the coomb lantern got knocked off the tail wing, he said, a few hours later, I started getting the light out because they were so sidetracked, he kept watch

while Christopher started packing stuff up. And then he started packing stuff up while Christopher kept watch, and he said, that's how they spent the time after popping shots off for a while getting ready, they undid their tie downs. They had pounded some sticks into the ground for tie

downds for the wings. They tended to those had everything ready to go, so as they were sitting there, they both at this point needed to drag the tail from the position it was in and turn it around so they can have enough runway once it got light enough for him to see to take off. However, as it was getting light enough, the wind was in the wrong direction, so what he was going to have to do is taxi down this gravel bar, turn it around, and then

take off. Coming back towards where they had their camp. But once it got light enough, you know, he had Christopher jump in. He jumped in, fired up, sitting there, they're looking around, they're not seeing anything. It had been quiet for a while at this point. He felt a sense of peace. Once he fired up the plane, he felt like everything had stopped. Like whatever weird attack or stalking was going on, he felt like, right then and there, he had a weightlifted off his chest. I was like,

was it that primal fear kind of weightlifted? He was like, no, it was more like the sense of relief because the plane's running now and we can get going. So he did his taxi. He taxied down, He turns around, and just as soon as he was re lined up, he cammered down. He got up to speed, and just as he lifted off, as soon as he gained about eighty feet in altitude, he'd have to bank off to his left, because again they had camped out right at the end

of these two valleys. And so he starts his climb and he starts banking off to the left, nothing hard, because he didn't want to stall out. But as they were banking, Christopher said they're down there. They're down there, so they circle around and they come back over. They're at about one hundred and fifty feet, he said, come across the valley before banking off to the right. He said,

there's two of them standing. He assumes the same two that they'd run across earlier the day before, standing right where their fire pit was, just curiously watching them by a way. Said. When they got back, Christopher reported this incident to his superiors because it was active duty, which later he told Daniel was a big mistake. They put him on medical leave and they had him see a shrink,

which is real, real, horrible. They dismissed him. They assumed it was stress of war caught up to him and he had a little breakout in the wilderness of Alaska. He was based in Anchorage there. That's what they dealt with, Daniel. I appreciate you reaching out. I appreciate you sharing that other stuff we discussed. You know, that's you know, under wraps. I won't get into that, but I want to thank

you very much for one year service. Appreciate that because it's guys like you and all the other vets that allow me to run my mouth and be free. We will catch you guys on the next one.