SO EP:580 Get Outta Here!

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just processing fish. After five years of that, he had been saving his money decided I'm going to live in Anchorage. He was doing well for himself. He had went to a trade school. One of his good friends was an Alaska Native guy that he met at trade school. His buddy was always talking about Bush, Alaska. His friend happened to be from the Yukon River area. His friend told him one time, this is about twenty five years ago. He said, Hey, my cousin just got his pilot's license.

He's itching to go a flight seeing. Maybe we can do hey, moose hunting trips. Since you've never been hunting, I'll take you moose hunting up in my home stomping grounds. We'll make a goul of it. Since my friend's willing to fly stare for free. All we need to worry about is our own provisions. Radolpho was like, yeah, but yeah, definitely. What is up happening is they leave Anchorage. They had to make a couple of pit stops for fuel along the way. Their last pit stop was an aviic. They

got fuel, his friend took off. They started heading north on the Yukon River. It worked out that as they were going north, they noticed this little valley running parallel. It was Grayling Creek. They've seen that and they're just like Rodolpho's friend was like, yeah, let's go, let's go down there. There's big moose in that area. Let's go, We'll go there. His friend did thing on the plotter, made sure he knew where he was going to have to go to get them back, because his friend had

other stuff to do. He had just gotten his license. He was itching to do his own working for an outfitter. He was going to be transporting people. He was anxious to make money. He had just gotten his license. Takes them to the spot, the landing location, Rodolfo. He was not familiar with the area. It's an approximate whether camp is around the bend, a couple miles away up Grayling Creek. Well, once they get back up in there, that's when they realized, hey,

we're at the bottom of its relatively steep. It's not like super high mountains or anything, but it's relatively steep. Coming down into this little valley may not be the best for moose. They gave it a couple days. Way back up in there, they went further than three miles to camp out. For the first night, they weren't feeling it.

It was really quiet. There wasn't much wildlife sign. As they were coming back down the creek towards their landing area, there were still a couple miles away from it, they started seeing fresh moose sign. Rodolpho's friend was like, Hey, this would be the good spot. We'll pick a camping spot near here. We'll go glass. There's a lot of thick vegetation. They literally spent half a day too, because the first half was packing up their original camp and

moving down and setting up camp second time. But they had to hack down a whole bunch of stuff just to have a place that wasn't directly on the creek. From what was told to me, the creek bed was relatively dry. There was water moving through there, but very little. They didn't want to be down there because obviously there there's no vegetation growing in there's obviously it was an area for rainwater runoff, snow melt runoff. It just wasn't a place where his friend wanted to be. Rodolfo honestly

didn't know better at the time. He wasn't well versed at hunting at all. I had to borrow a rifle from his friend all that stuff. Anyway, at the end of day too, they had camp set up. It was roughly thirty five feet above the creek bottom. As they were camping, they had a fire set up. His friend made something to do with cariboo. There was a little bit of loss in translation, but it was cariboo.

creek bottom. It gets on in the darkness. They got this fire going. They got lucky there was some dead spruce, some other dead vegetation really nearby. They were lucky to have a good amount of firewood. From what Rodolpho said, it was just after it got completely dark, no light over the horizon, couldn't see the top of the mountains around him or anything. That's when they started hearing a weird whistling sound coming down from the creek. They keep

looking around. His friend would turn on a spotlight every once in a while, looking for whatever is making this whistle, because at night typically you don't hear a bunch of birds whistling stuff. It was really odd. They listened to this, he said, for about three four hours because his native friend was unsettled. Rodolfo didn't understand at the time. You got to remember, he's less than six years away from the Philippines, where he's still really heavily speaking broken English.

He's not understanding a lot of the stuff because of that cultural clash. It wasn't bad, he just didn't fully understand his native buddies distress. His friend said, wait here, I'm going to go down there with the flashlight take a look around to see if I could see this thing. Rodolfo didn't know any better. He didn't put up any kind of argument to it. He was like, okay, I'll wait here. His friend reiterates, Hey, that's the safety on the gun. Rodolfo understood firearms. He never used a bolt

action rifle, but he understood the mechanism safety. He wasn't an idiot by any means. His friend goes down the path Ridolfo was watching. He's just seeing the light. That's all he's seeing is the light what he's shining on. Just as his friend gets down to the bottom of this there are thirty five feet aboves had to have been at least seventy feet eighty feet to the creek bottom. He's watching him, watching the flashlight going back forth. He's

just standing there watching. When his friend gets down to the bottom at the creek, he sees the spotlight go out of view, but he could see his vegetation lit up across the way from his friend. Going back forth, he saw a huge shadow. He was thrown off because it was quick. His friend was swinging the light. He saw a shadow on the vegetation from whatever his friend just beamed. All of a sudden, his friend comes scrambling

up the hill and the light's just bouncing around. From Rodolph's perspective, all he's seen is the flashlight coming back at him. Was like, whoa, he's this standing there no cause for alarm at this moment. His friend was coming up real fast. He knew nothing about what the big shadow was until afterwards his friend gets back up to camp. Rodolfo said his friend was in tears, panicking like he'd never seen. He had known this guy through the trade school.

He had known this guy really well. He never seen him this freaked out. It made him concerned. Where he was clutching the rifle. He was looking around. He was like, what's going on? What's going on? His friend kept saying, the Harryman's down there, the harryman. Rodolpho didn't understand what the hell is a harryman because in his mind's eye, he's just thinking like a mountain man, big beard, that kind of thing. That's what he had envision and goes no,

like a bigfoot, starts asking questions, what's the bigfoot? What's this? What's that? His friend gets a little annoyed because he just beamed this thing with a flashlight. He told radolphel when he got down to the bottom of the hill where Rodolphul couldn't see, but when he saw that old shadow in the beam of light, the shadow that was cast from the light, his friend said, when he got down to the bottom, he heard a grunt off to

his left. He turned immediately started flashed around, didn't see anything at first, and then this thing stepped out, looked at him. Said when it looked at him, it looked really angry. That's when his friend retreated back up. They're both standing up by this fire. His friend's loading up the fire, warning him, Hey, don't stare at the light the firelight too much because you'll lose your night vision. We need to keep an eye out for this thing

because it's just down there. The last place they saw it was just below them. He was too focused on what the hell is going on down below because they were hearing movement. They would hear brush move his friend would hit the flashlight shine. They weren't seeing anything, but

they heard movement. Because of where they were elevated above the creek bed, it was harder for them to determine pinpoint where the sounds was because any cracking brush or whatever would also echo from across the other side of vegetation back at them. Even though it was muted, it was still obscuring the sound. They couldn't pinpoint. His friend was hyper vigilant with flashlight trying to figure it out. He said it must have gone another hour of that

going on. Rodolfo was getting tired. He didn't understand fully what was going on. It just wasn't in his wheelhouse. After about an hour that he told his friend, I'm tired, I'm gonna lay down. You let me know if you need help or whatever. But he didn't realize the potential danger there. His friend was just like, yeah, go ahead, I'll let you know. Rodolpho said he crawls into a sleeping bag and had the rifle down by his feet,

though pop up tid he falls asleep. He said he didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but when he woke up to gunshots, there was light on the horizon. He could see the upper ridge by the mountain they were on. All of a sudden, he woke up to three gunshots, bamm and screaming, go get out of here, get out of here. He thought his friend was yelling at him to get out here. He was saying get out of here. In those moments, being freaked out, he thought his friend was calling him out of the tent.

He rushes out with the gun and he's trying to open his eyes figure out what was going on. Rodolfo said his friend was in tears. He could see the tears streaking down his cheeks because he was just freaking out. He was like, what happened? What happened? He's got the rifle, but he doesn't know what to do. He's just there. He's an extra set of hands holding the gun. At this point, his friend tells him it was just next to me. I didn't see it. It was next to me.

I didn't see it. That confused Rodolpho. He goes, what do you mean you didn't see it? If it's there, how you not see it? What it was doing was looking from the brush just outside of the area they cleared for their camp, less than ten feet away. This thing was slowly part in the brush, staring at his friend, who was not even looking damn near at his feet in the brush. He was trying to beam down towards a creek bed. He's literally overlooking this thing until when

he was bringing his flashlight down. At one point, cut eyeshine, big eyeshine looking at him just feet away. That's when he freaked out, started shooting and brought Rodolpho out. From what Ridolpho said, his friend told him that once he started shooting, out of being just sheer startled, this thing just nonchalantly walked away, got onto the trail they had just busted coming up, and walked down to the creek bed, he said. For the rest of that morning they sat there.

His friend was just shivering, not from the cold, but from just the adrenaline. He said. Once it got fully daylight, because they sat there quite as church mice, just listening as the sun was getting ready to come up, the scream just echoed up down the valley, real loud. Ridolfo based had to cover his ears because it was reverberating everywhere, he said. After that, his friend was really spooked. They

had a handheld VHF little runabout radio the rover. He turned it on starts trying to radio for any local air traffic because his friend wasn't going to be due back for at least a couple more days according to their game plan, weather permitting. He knew they were a couple miles from the landing area, where his friend said that he would come and meet them when it comes time to be out there. They could signal each other or whatever, but there are a couple of days before

this is supposed to happen. Regardless, his buddy gets on the handheld, starts radio for local air traffic. Not a peep, nothing going on. It gets a little lighter. His friend goes let's pack up. We got to go to the landing area. Ridolf's not arguing. His friend's telling him there's this monster. All Rodolfo is seen at this point is a big shadow cast gun shots, his friend telling him what happened. He didn't see the eye shine, but he's just literally a participant in this. He says, Okay, yeah,

we'll pack it, we'll go. They get everything packed up. When they get down to the bottom of the creek that he left because he said it reminded him of the pink panther. Don't looking around doing all this kind of stuff. Rodolfo is kind of holding his rifle, just what are we doing? Because he wasn't as freaked out as his friend because he hadn't seen anything. He wasn't mocking him. He just said it was comical. The way his friend was moving was this hyper vigilant when the

wind would blow Russell leaves. His friend was just heam and the gun. He said. Going down this creek, it's a low grade going downhill and it hooks off to their left coming from their camp. He said. When they were just coming up to the point to where they were going to have to curve around, he said, his friend stops dropped down to one knee. It's pointing the rifle just straight ahead because the creek curves. But he's pointing into the brush. Rodolfo's not seeing anything. His friend's saying,

it's standing there. It's standing there. Rodolfo doesn't see anything. Then he sees this sing move. The color brown, some of the sandy looking color in the dirt, like a carmel kind of brown, and little darker hues along with the boulder stuff. And once this thing moved, then he was able to see it because when it moved from where it was squatted down, it stood up and he could see the green behind it. He could see the silhouette a little better, but it was still a couple hundred yards away.

little bit, all the brushers moving. They continue on down very slowly. According to what Rudolpho said, his friend was really shaken again, didn't know what to do. Kept saying, there's no shortcuts. We got to take the creek bed because we can't cut through the vegetation, and Ridolfo's agreeing with him, yes we can't. Let's just go. He wasn't as freaked out as his friend. I asked him. I was like, it was it because you didn't know what to expect? Or was it just what caused you to

not be as freaked out? He goes, I only saw it way way far away. I didn't see it staring at me less than ten feet away or whatever. I was like, hey, fair enough, that's your feeling on it, that's you know what it is. But he said, once they got down around that bend, his friend started walking behind him, always turning around looking back up in the direction which would be directly in front of him. At this point, when they turned around looking up the hillside,

the mountain side there whether saying had walked off. They got back to the general area of where the plane landed, basically set up camp. He said. For the first night his friend didn't sleep at all. There was no more noises, not even birds. They were in an open area, literally on the creek bed. As he went to bed, his friend was still up. He had to relieve himself. Halfway through that night, got up. The campfire was dying down.

His friend had fallen asleep sitting up next to this little backpack some other stuff that he made a lean two chair to sit on the ground, lean against next to the fire. He didn't want to disturb his friend, but his friend was holding the gun. He wanted his friend to know, Hey, I'm stepping over here to relieve myself. Didn't want to accidentally get shot. Wakes his friend up, lets him know. His friend startled a little bit. God

starts stoking the fire as Rodolfo relieves himself. Rodolfo said, when he came back to the tent to crawl back in, as the fire was rebuilding, putting off more light, he was having a short conversation with his friend about, Hey, you need to get some rest. Buddy, you're tired. We got another day or whatever for the plane's supposed to be back. Maybe get some rest. His friend was just like, no, man,

it's still out here. Freaked out, Rodolpho said, just as he was getting ready to crawl back into the tent, the fire there was real dry branches that lit up real fast. Lit it up brighter than it was when he came out, because it was not smoldering yet. But it was a real small fire at that point when he first came out, short conversation, those branches caught it lit up more. Off to his left, he noticed eye

shine right. I asked him about how far. He said, twenty feet maybe it was just a short distance away in the brush. About halfway up the brush which from the creek bed there was a little bit of a rise to the edge of the creek bank and the vegetation started. He said it was probably ten feet high. Where he saw the eye shine. Immediately was like, oh, I pointed at it. His friend had seen it almost the same time he did. Stands up, grabs a rifle, starts pointing and saying, get out of here, Get out

of here. Rodolfo retrieves a rifle from the tent that he had next to sleeping bag, steps out beside him, is just holding it. He didn't want to point a rifle. He didn't know what was going on. He was just standing there in case something bad happened. From what Rodolfo said, as he's standing behind his friend, just off to his friend's shoulder, about maybe five feet this thing stepped out onto the creek bed. They're sitting there. He sees the

eye shine. His friend stands up, starts yelling, get out of here, get out of here. This thing steps out, he guess makes it Roudolpho says it's about ten foot tall. Scared him. Scared Rodolpho very badly because when it stepped out onto the creek bed, it starts showing its teeth. It was making gestures using the back of its hand, brushing dirt on the ground. It would squat down, do that and stand up, putting on a display. He said

it looked like it was trying to show dominance. No one was arguing with this thing about who is dominant. He said. It only lasted brief moments. Then it stood up screamed at him, not very long, not super loud, because it was basically standing over him. He said it was about maybe twenty feet away doing this, turned around, walked off into the darkness. His friend. Obviously neither one of them slept, built up the fire real big. Basically, they stayed there until a little bit later on in

the morning. His buddy with the plane was supposed to be back that day or the following day, but either way, he said, his friend was on the handheld calling. Any time you'd hear a plane buzzing anywhere nearby, he would get on handheld relayed a message to his friend because the one plane he tried to get a hold of that was nearby said he was busy, he was doing a run for someone who needed to go to the

hospital or something. But through relay, his friend was gotten a hold of let him know that they needed to be picked up by the end of that day, the morning after or later on in the day from this thing stepping out doing this display, his friend ended up coming in and getting them out of there. I want to thank Ridolfo for reaching out. There was a little bit of misunderstanding it times talking to him, because he still has a very heavy Filipino accident. Some of the

words were hard for me. To understand. He totally understood. He wasn't like, you know, thinking I was trying to be a jerk. He lost track of his friend some years back. He's not sure where his friend is. He gave me his friend's name where he's from. I would have loved to have gotten hold of him. But the inroads I made trying to reach out back channel wise what not. Nothing came of it. Couldn't find a guy

anywhere on Facebook or anything like that. I'd love to hear his side of it, because from what Rudolfo shared, it seemed like the display was more get out of here versus I'm going to get you, which, hey me, I'm biased. I don't trust him. But if they're not attacking, they're not attacking. It is what it is. He was pretty sure it was just showing itself to be the one in charge that they had to leave or whatever. It's super cold out the last couple of days up

here minus twenty six. It's just misery. What I want to share with you today comes from Marcus Davy, former military many deployments to the Sandbox. As Marcus puts it, it works out that Davy was actually one of his underlings. Marcus was in a leadership role. Davy was one of his squad members. They deployed the different spots over a number of years that got split up, but eventually came back.

Two thousand and nine, Marcus started getting out of the military, which I guess is a process I wouldn't know military guys would. During this time, he had some leave. He took a vacation to Montana and learned how to flyfish. Loved it really therapeutic form. When he came back, Davy was getting out too. They ran into each other. He told them, Hey, you should check out fly fishing. It really helped me. Davey went with Marcus to Wyoming. They

did some flyfishing there. They digged it, loved it a lot. They go back to their perspective places. Because they're still getting out of the military, it had to find different housing. Shit like that. Marcus reaches out to one of his buddies that had gotten out a few years before, said he was going to Alaska to look him up. He tracked him down. He happened to be doing some work out at Connakinack Hospital when Marcus got a hold of him. His friend had been living in Dillingham a couple of

years acquired eighteen foot lund, a thirty horse outboard. His friend was like, if fly fishing fishing in general is what you like, dude, I'm in Bristol Bay, the largest semon return in the world. You need to be up here. Marcus gets stoked, you know. He reached out to Davy. Davy was like, sure, I'll go to Alaska with you. Hell yeah. They end up getting up here. Meeting with Marcus's friend in Dillingham in twenty eleven. It was early June,

lots of mosquitoes, lots of daylight. There was a lot of activity on the bay, but that was for commercial fishing. Of course, the lodges on the river. They got it all figured out. They used his lund. Marcus had learned how to read channels when he was in Montana. His buddy felt comfortable enough to let Marcus, He's a responsible guy, take his skiff. They went way up the New Sheigak. They looked for the furthest cabin they could find, which works out to be off the Newshigak River, off the

Chichitnok River. It's way up the Nushagak River. Now, from what Marcus said, it was a journey. I had to stop grab fuel in New Studia Hawk to make sure they had enough fuel because they still had a good ways to go. They got a guy to guide them because in that particular spot, if you look on Google Earth around Klignik, there's all sorts of different It's like a maze. It's easy if you don't know the area, it's easy to get mixed up. Just go in circles.

This guy showed them, got them to a point to where they're pretty much full proof, sent them on their way. Marcus avy when they get to this cabin. They get up to this cabin, on the way up, they would periodically throw the anchor fly fish. That's why they were there. They're having a great time. Marcus said, the closer they got to this cabin, the energy was different up there.

It was way different. It was beautiful, but he said the energy made him feel like they were getting ready to clear a small village looking for Taliban fighters, which I can only imagine that kind of ominous. What are we going to be in for? But he said it was really weird to feel that in the wilds of Alaska. They get to the cab and he said, when we're unloading. First they got out of the skiff, went checked the cab and make sure it was usable, all this kind

of stuff. As they're looking, they were armed. They each had an AR platform five five six rifle also deve. Marcus's friend sent them with his forty five seventy elever gun with plenty of AMMO. For the forty five seventy, he goes, look, you don't know about bears. He broke down some things. This a you want something with some thump. Your ars are great, but that's not going to stop a charging bear. It's going to really piss it off before it gets to you. He took his advice. They

went to the shooting range. He got it on point to where he was very comfortable with the forty five seventy before this trip. They get up there, he has the forty five seventy with them, baby has his AR. As they go inspect the cab and stuff. Just a shell. It's a dried in cabin, a survival shelter basically, no wood stove, nothing like that. Just a shelf, a door. There's a window next to the door, a window. As you're going into this little cabin, the cabin faces towards

the Chichitnok River. If you're standing at the front door looking out towards the river, actually it's a little askew. It's a little cattywompus. It's actually facing it due north the doorway. If you're at the door, the window will be over here on your left. They inspect around, make sure there was no bear hanging out and there stuff. They're chuckling because for some reason they felt really nervous about what the hell. It's as weird. They gather up

their stuff, they're making trips. They're being very vigilant on looking around. This is their first time in the wilds of Alaska. Sit it is drastically different than Montana. Some similarities the Wyoming and Montana, but just the sheer isolation and of everything. As they're unloading, Marcus said that it was their last trip to the skiff. At that point, they were relaxed on packing the guns. He had a

nine milimeter pistol on his hip Davy's side arm. He had a forty five, but it was still packed away. They were getting the last of the stuff. They were coming back up to the cabin. There's a little bit of a dog leg on the trail, because you got to understand, it's a brushy river bank where they were. When they got up there, they had to clear a little bit of an area. There's an obvious game trail, and I used it to where the trail was because this cabin, it appeared to them, hadn't been used in

quite a while, but it was still standing. It was dried in. On their way back, they reached that dog leg that cuts back over towards seeing the cabin straight on, they heard a whooping scream off to their He said, if twelve o'clock was the direction he was facing, would be at his two o'clock, just off the corner of the cabin back behind. Whooping scream, thrashing moving away, freak them out. He draws his gun. Davy breaks into the cabin right us in there to grab his gun, comes

back out. They're listening. They hear noise just breaking away, just thrashing, and this weird noise they never heard before. They were trying to rationalize it away. But it must have been a bear in heat or mating season for bears, or something new to Alaska. They didn't know. As they get back into the cabin. They're looking out that window. They're trying to assess what the hell is at Well, this sounded really big. They could hear the breaking thrashing

as it moved away. They just assumed it must be a huge bear. The first couple of days they stayed near this cabin, just around just casting from shore. They went out in the skiff down on the Nisgak a little ways once or twice just for the first three days or they were just sticking near the cabin. On day four, the morning of at four am, Marcus was woken up by Davy. Davy had a little harder go of it during his time in the service. He would

periodically have nightmares. It was something Marcus was aware of because they had dealt with it on deployment in the past. He was well aware of this issue that Davy was dealing with. But what was weird is at four am when he was woken up by Davy, sitting up, he's yelling at the window that's directly off to his left. He's yelling at it. You're not going to intimidate me. I'm not scared to you. You're not going to intimidate me.

I'm not scared to you. Marcus is, hey, you're okay, buddy, You're okay, You're safe, and he notices dark movement by the freaking window. He's holy shit. He jumps up. He's scrambling and grabs something. He gets a hold of his pistol because it's not pits black in there, but it's dark enough to where everything isn't easily visible. But he happened to bump his pistol and grab the hold of it. He points it out the window as this dark figure

moves away. Now it's land of the midnight sun. Let's not fully dark outside, it would be along the lines of the sun. Was actually up pointing the pistol at this, saying Davy's still screaming, I ain't fucking scared of you. You're just yelling. Marcus is like, hey, he puts his hand on his shoulder. He goes, I'm with you, buddy, and he's still pointing the gun at the window. The figure's gone. He can't make it out. He's looking around.

Davy gets up that thing all night was trying to talk to me, and Marcus is disturbed by this because he's wait a minute, but wake up, wake up, Davy looks at. He goes, I'm gonna wait, dude, I've been awake for hours. This thing has been trying to get me outside.

got the whoop from a couple of days before. He was hyper paranoid, but he said this thing was gradually showing itself just in shadow for out the window, silhouette motioning him outside. Marcus asked them, Davy, what do you mean motioning? He goes, I could see it holding up a big hand, motioning come outside. Davy said that he was whispering at first, go away, I ain't coming outside. Screw you. You're not going to intimidate me. I'm not scared of you. It gradually got loud to where it

woke Marcus up. Marcus saw Davy sitting up, and that's how that went down. He felt out of place in his own skin when this was happening, because his rifle was over by the door, which was approximately ten feet away. This thing was there. It was massive. He wasn't going to be intimidated by it. But he didn't feel safe enough to go for the rifle because he would basically have to go past this thing to get to the rifle. He's felt he needed to stand his ground. They calmed down.

They kept looking out the window, they kept looking around, They kept trying to figure out where this thing go. Davy said, screw this, I ain't gonna be intimidated. I don't know what the hell that thing was, but it had a big ass hand. They start debating what is it? After a little while, going back and forth, it wasn't a fair The trail took him to bigfoot. They figured, Okay, this is a bigfoot. What the hell do we do?

Do we know anything about a big foot? As they're debating that, on the side of the cabin on the far back where there's no windows or anything. Bam. The whole place shakes. It was hit real hard. Bam. They immediately looking out windows. They both say, you know what, we're not going to be intimidated. Let's deal with this train tactical. Marcus said he was in the lead because he had the larger gun. Davy was behind him, one hand on his shoulder. He had his car being in

his hand. They come around, They come down the stairs and they come around the side of the cabin that has the window on us. If you're facing the cabin directly at the door, because there was a well used game trail on that side versus more brush on the other sides, pat the least resistance. They come out. They

tactically go around. They're not seeing anything. They get around to the back, he said, on the back wall, there was a huge, muddy looking handprint, five fingers, just massive, but the thumb was further set back on the hand. It was big. He said. He touched it because there was a weird smell. It was real greasy feeling. It wasn't mud, it was this greasy type substance. He smelled it a little bit and it was just god awful

in the stench. He wiped his finger off on the wood to try to get it, and he was sticking his fingers in the dirt to get that smell off because it was pretty pungent. Marcus said, after he was knelt down, getting the dirt on his fingers, rubbing it around stuff. He wasn't focused on his surroundings, but Davy was. Davey started tapping him on the shoulder, saying twelve o'clock,

twelve o'clock. Immediately, Marcus jumps up, grabs the forty five seventy, swings around, gets it up in the position, and he's looking. He said, what did you see? What you see at av points to some shrubs off in the distance. There's this real dark figure in there. Marcus starts yelling out, commands show yourself for I'm going to fire, not as pete, not a sound. He fires a shot, not directly at this thing, but to where it would get its attention. It did. He fired the forty five to seventy into

the brush. This thing immediately stands up. They're now looking up at this thing. They were just at the distance where he guess maybe forty feet because it's still not full on. It's daylight, but their impartial covered canopies, it's dark. He said. This thing stood up. They're looking up at it. It let out this god awful scream and took off running. All this happens real fast. He shoots it, pops up,

gives this god awful scream. They're startled by it. This thing takes off, it starts making that weird whooping sound again. They're befuddled. They look at each other. They said, let's get back inside. They retreat back into the cabin. That's when the conversation of getting out of their starts. So it's approximately five going on six at this time. Because they weren't keeping track of time, they were just dealing

with the shit. Marcus confides to Davey that he doesn't feel they have enough anything a gun or otherwise to deal with this thing. Even though the forty five seventy was a very large caliber, big ol'd lipstick grounds, big old, long, heavy bullet, he didn't feel confident with it just by the sheer size. He said. It had to have been every bit between ten to twelve feet tall at least.

This is a rough estimation, at forty feet massive, just massive, because all they basically got out of it was silhouette. Scream startled them, it took off. They're back in the cabin discussing this. Davies, I want to know a part of this shit. I love Alaska. Alaska's beautiful buff Let's go. Marcus can't argue that he wanted to know part of it either, because just it was obvious something was off with the whole situation. It wasn't curious. It was actively

stalking them. It was actively doing things to lure them out, what have you. Even though it was just Davy at that point, it was still ill, actively trying to get him outside. I asked, I was like, do you think it was curious trying to be friendly? Davy said no. He said it felt more like a bully calling out a kid to the school yard. He's like, yeah, come out to recess. I got you, come on out. That was the feeling he got. That was his analogy, not mine. A bully at recess. I was like, Okay, in my

mind's I'm thinking territorial kind of thing. Especially if the cabin hadn't been used in a long time, it totally makes sense what they end up doing.

Davy was on point, was grabbing at his rifle times, just shaking his head because Marcus is standing in the doorway watching him, looking around at the same time. Finally, after a few minutes of that, Davy smoked like three cigarettes in a row. Marcus says, hey, but let's gather up our stuff, Let's cut our losses. Let's just slowly drift back down the river. We can fish on the way. Let's just get the hell out of this area. Yeah,

let's do that. They take turns. One was keeping guard while the other was helping move stuff back to the skiff, getting all their stuff out of there. At the same time, when they went in to get their stuff together, all the extra mags all the extra ammo all that stuff. They turn their fishing vests into tactical vests with extra mags in it, extra ammo, loose ammo in the pouches.

They both did that because they had those little breast kind of holders for fly fishing where you could just open a compartment and got different flies to pick from. Similar to that, they just made do mcguibrid that shit into a tactical vest for holding extra mags. They start moving the stuff. They couldn't quite get it all in one trip. They tried the first trip. They were both loaded down. But still, these are military guys. They were used to eighty plus pound rucksacks hiking from miles. They

were well ready for packing a bunch of shit. From what they said, awkward because a couple of them were double bags backpack this kind of stuff. They stuffed a couple handfuls of MRIs into one of the backpacks. They had a tote that was completely full of MRIs. They left that there. They get to the last they just had one more thing or two more things to grab from inside the cab. Davy's watched my six, I'll grab

that stuff. They were always on point. One would be focusing on the surroundings as the other one was loading up the skiff, because they don't know what this thing is really trying to do at this point. So far, it's just been real weird shit happening. It's runoff each time. When they get back up, Davy goes into the cab and Marcus was leaning down getting a low looking underneath the tree line because the way the spruit s bouse hanging,

if you get low enough you can see that. In a little further he saw two legs and moving to his left, going towards like the back side of the cabin. He yells, hey, I got movement. I got movement. Davy is immediately out. He has the other items, He's got his ar. He comes out, gets off the steps, turns around his walking backwards, checking his back trail to make sure he's not going to trip. He's keeping an eye. When Davy gets back to him, he touches his back.

He knows he's behind him. He steps off to the side, lets Davy continue back because he has a heavier rifle. Marcus is facing directly at the cabin. He said, this thing came out off to the left, which was really obscured hard to see it, but he could see it leaning out, just getting a view of it. Because it was big, he could pick it out easily above the brush stuff and it went back. He's staying on point. He's waiting for Davy to get stuff loaded before it

poked out. He told Davy to fire up the engine. He hears outboard fire up, but he starts backing up slowly. He reaches a dog la point of the trail, stands there a moment. He doesn't want to turn his back. Something I's telling him, don't turn your back. He has to step to his left to continue down off this dog leg path. At the apex of the dog leg is where it starts going down downgrading towards the river into the thicker brush where they had to hack it

back to get the skiff in there. It wasn't far. Maybe thirty five feet from off to his left is where Davy's got the outboard now running, saying up, we're good, is warming up. He takes a step to his left. Just as he steps to his left, scream happens directly at his three o'clock. He said, this scream, he said, was powerful. It startled him because his focus was at the cabin. All of a sudden, this scream comes. He said.

It was about twenty five feet away. There was a smaller one down on all fours looking at him, doing that word spider kind of crawl. It freaked him out. He said. The back legs were moving like this along with the front ones, but it was like a back one in the front one, back one in the front one. But he said, immediately he turned, put a beat on this thing, popped a shot at it. He said he wasn't sure if he hit it or not because he was just making basically noise, but he was attempting to

hit it. Wasn't sure if he did because as soon as he fired, this thing took off. It went away off to his left, was making a weird noise. All of a sudden heard thrashing coming from behind the cabin. He turned his attention to getting closer to down where Davy was. He said, he got maybe three steps, was knocked forward by basically eight foot black spruce tree, knocked him down to the ground, knocked the wind out of him.

That's when Davey opened fire backed this thing off. Because from what Davy said, when Marcus got hit by that black spruce tree got knocked to the ground when he looked up because it was confusing seeing the tree hit his friend. His friend go down. Once the obstacle of his view being Marcus in the tree got out of sight. He saw this thing behind coming, he said. The way it walked was very weird, almost like an Old West movie when the guy's walking with swagger, like real cocky

kind of thing. Davy said, he just started putting rounds on it. He said, the first ten rounds. He's guessing this thing was just like it was getting buzzed by bees or something. They turned around, ran off. Marcus is getting up at this time, is turning around looking He's trying to figure out what just knocked him down. Catching his breath, Marcus said, he untied the boat, put the rifle end of the bow pushed off. As Davy made his way to the back. Davy fired, puts it in reverse,

backs up. Now. Davy only ran the skip a couple times, wasn't proficient. Knew the general operation, but wasn't proficients. When they were coming out onto the Nushigak River, Davy was still focused back freaked out. He grounded out a little bit on this little gravel bar, which, as Marcus put it, they bang into it. They both lurched forward. They immediately crecked themselves. They're yelling at each other, watch what you're doing, that kind of stuff, high stress. They immediately calmed down

because they recognize they were getting really worked up. Marcus jumps out, pushes him back out. They switch positions. Now. They were only at this spot briefly and just long enough to share a couple choice words with each other. Check themselves. Marcus jumped out, pushed off, He took over running the skiff. He had to back up a little ways into the deeper channel. He hears Davy open up, just dumping rounds. He's immediately looking checking direction of fire.

As they're facing down the Newshigek River just in the brush line. The big one as they called it, was just squatted down. Given this look, Davy at that point said he was going to shoot one of these things, regardless if they were throwing shit or not. They've already showed enough aggression that Davy figured it's on site. He's dumping rounds. Marcus just opens it up, gets him on step.

Now when Davey starts shooting. Davy said this thing backed up a little ways as Mark getting the skiff up on the step heading down river, that's when the rocks started throwing in. He wasn't sure where they initially started coming from, but after they got up on step, they got hit a couple times in the skiff with these rocks. He said, they ranged from baseball sized to about softball size. They were just getting winged in. A couple of them dented the skiff, but Davy kept shooting just to shoot.

They were just seeing the rocks coming in. They weren't seeing these figures in the trees. He said that for a good two miles full on step, they could hear thrashing in the trees. Periodically rocks would become raining in. He said they would always rain in at about three or four for two miles going down the river. He said these things were making god awful noises. They sounded like goblins, like demons whoops at times.

He slowed down. They found an wide open area. They stopped. They dropped the anchor for a minute, he said, he left the motor running. He was paranoid. They hadn't heard nuting or had any rocks for miles. They felt relatively safe. They heard songbirds. They calmed down. Davy must have smoked a whole pack of cigarettes, sitting there, asking what did we do? What caused this? They were just trying to talk it out. Finally, after they calmed down, they get

out of there. They grabbed more fuel in Kalignik. They were both real quiet. They didn't talk a lot to the locals. The one guy that was running the take farm actually was the one that had guided him when he came to help grab the empty gas cans to refill him. He was on a four wheeler with the little trailer, and he asked him. He goes, hey, guys, look a little pale. You know what happened? I thought you guys were going to be up there for a while with all your provisions. They both told him we

had beare issues. Left it at that with the guy in Klignik. The guy in Klignick was like, yeah, we got big bears. Just went along with the baar thing. He didn't know any different at the time. I'm sure they're well aware of the harry Man there. They grab fuel, they make it back to Dillingham. They share with Marcus's friend exactly what happened, because they had to count for these dings in the boat. His friend was just blown away, like wow, he had no reason. These guys aren't liars

to each other. They shared you know, lost blood in the military, you know what I mean. They trusted what each other was telling him. He was just like, wow, that's basically the gist of what happened with them. I really want to thank Marcus for his effort. Marcus was led to me via an interview I did somewhere else last year. It took him roughly almost six months before. He initially reached out then ghosted me when I reached back out to him, but he was moving lost track

of my contact and no big deal. But he got back a hold of me. We talked every few weeks, just a little bits because he was basically feeling me out and watching some of my videos and stuff. But I appreciate him coming forward to share. When I talked to Davy, he reiterated, he goes, I love Alaska, It's beautiful, but fuck that place fair enough, especially with what they

dealt with. Can you imagine being woken up to something outside the window a couple of feet away, motioning you outside, we'll catch you on the next one.