SO EP:599 Bigfoot Destroyed My Snowmobile!

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cutting up his wood. The weather was supposed to clear, so he decides, you know what, I'm gonna do this tomorrow. He comes back the next morning at daylight. Basically that ranges in the wintertime. This occurred late December, a year before last. That time of year, you're not getting rise until ten granchy, you get daylight before then. Let's say it was between eight and nine. When he had it out on a snow machine. With the sled, he had a scandic white track. He no longer has that, and

that'll come into play in a minute now. He had an old sled that was his grandpa's and it was a work sled. It had no side runners. It was just basically a big slab that he could strap down to basically a hauling sled. The hauling sled was twelve

foot long. So with that wuid track he had no problem telling it along is non issue when it came to that now that second morning, because the first day, he had heard some weird stuff, but the wind was blowing, so it was like he had an eery feeling, but he chalked it up to I'm out here long, there's weird noises, the wind's blowing. It was an eerie day, so he chalked it up to that, no harm, no foul. The next day, he goes out. There's not a whisper

of wind at all. There was light snow falling, but it wasn't not in major you know what I mean. He gets to work, he goes back into this area that's approximately thirty five forty feet away from the snow machine, just out of you. If he was to turn around, his trail kind of zigzag through the trees and stuff. But he did not have a direct line of sight to the snow machine because it was obscured by trees.

He said, when he was back in there, he went right back to the spot he was the day before, circled around a couple times because there was a little extra snow the night before, and he was just packing the trail kind of deal. He's back up in there looking for the last tree he cut down. He didn't buck it up. He'd just dropped it and figured I'll get to this tomorrow. So he comes back to the identical spot. That tree isn't there now, this is a

forty foot tall spruce tree. He's looking around. Maybe someone came after I left. Okay, someone else got it. Good for them or whatever. So he gets back down to business. He spots another one that he likes, and he goes and he starts cutting it down. It was approximately another twenty five or so feet away going back into this dense batch of trees. He said, once he got about half the distance going from where the tree was missing that he dropped the day before to where the new

one he was going to cut down. He covered half that distance, and he said, all of a sudden, everything within him was like, I can't be here. It just came out of the blue. He doesn't know. In that moment, he had no clue what the hell. He was, just like, something's really off. He carried a forty caliber handgun and a shoulder holster, just in case he came up on a moose or something like that, because moose will stop

you to death. So he unzips his coat. He had dropped the chainsaw down, unzips his coat and he draws the gun out. He doesn't know why, he said, it was just in that moment, he felt like I had to have my gun in my hand. So he's sitting there and he's trying to figure out why all of a sudden he's so spooked. He said, if the snow wasn't so deep, he would have ran off already, but he had to make a tactical retreat because the snow was up above his knees. So he's trying to assess

why am I freaking out? Because he had never felt even being around bears, he never felt that. So he's trying to make sense of why he's dealing with this. So he's looking around through all the trees and stuff. He's not seeing anything. It's dead quiet, it's still snowing lightly, and so he stands there a minute and he chuckles at himself, gosh, Mark, you coward, get your firewood. This is ridiculous. Fire up the chainsaw. Whatever wild animal will

run off. So he tucks the pistol back in his coat, leaves it on zip though for easier access, and goes over, fires up the chainsaw, looks around again, and as he's warming up his saw. He's just looking for any movement that the sound of the running saw may have made the game animal whatever it was, move away to where he can get eyes on whatever's going on. Nothing was

going on. It was all quiet. So he drops his and he's in the middle of limbing portion of it and then bucking it up into carrying pieces which he cut him about ten foot long roughly in with that on the shoulder and pack it out right. So he's doing that portion of it, and he's got a good couple pieces ready to go, so he kills the saw. He decides he's going to have a cigarette break while

he's sitting there. In essence, the whole time when he was cutting it up and bucking it up, cutting the limbs off and stuff, he was laughing at himself for being so scared for nothing because he had nothing to go on at this point. Yes, the one tree was missing, but someone could have got it easy fire with. Oh hey, look, someone already dropped it for me and got either there

with it. He's just chuckling at himself for being so hyper paranoid as he's smoking a cigarette and he's feeling the teeth on his chain to make sure he didn't have to sharpen it and stuff like that, just pitdling around. He hears a weird noise coming from back over by the snow machine. It sounded like the cowling of the snow machine. The cover over the engine was flopping against it. Something was opening and closing it real fast, clump clump, clump,

making this noise, and it's a distinct sound. Anyone who's had a snow machine knows that you're dropping the lid down. So is someone messing with my machine? What the hell? How dare someone come and mess with another man's machine out here in the woods, because you don't do that shit man, And then gets your ass whooped, so of course he's pissed. He leaves the saw there and stuff,

and he's tramping on out. Now. He had this big, long kind of s curve trail that he had to trump through because he was kicking over the snow as he was making new tracks, just to pack the trail and pre ready it for easier packing, so he's not tripping over himself trying to get these logs out to

his sled. Gets back over to the snow machine, and it looks like someone with snowshoes on had walked around the snow machine, and he noticed that these snowshoes walked straight back from the machine, straight back in the direction where he was just cutting, while his trail zigzagged back to the place. So, in that sense, while he was out focusing on the snow machine, whoever was in the snow shoes was just basically walking past him and he didn't even see it. So immediately his hair is up.

He's what, the who and the hell? So he pops up the counting to make sure nothing of the motor was messed with real quick, because he starts yelling out loud, Hey, my machine, there better not be nothing wrong with it. He's just yelling out loud because whoever was on the snow shoes is somewhere in these trees right over here, and they're bound to hear him. He's cussing the fuss and telling them, hey, you messed up. Wait till I come over there. He looks, he doesn't see anything outwardly

wrong with the snow machine, still cussing him. Fuss into usob you don't mess with a man's gear. He's chastising whoever this is as he's walking back this little s curve kind of trail back to where he had cut the tree. He said, when he was almost back, he was just coming around a small group of smaller trees

with some poplar and alder or whatever it was. As he was coming around, remember there are snowfalling, so that a lot of the brush there's no leaves on it, but with a heavy snow, it'll all lean and it'll have the snow built up on it and stuff. So he's coming around this particular bush and where he had cut. He can partially see through this tree that's obscuring his vision.

As he comes around, he says, he's looking up because the tracks look like they're coming straight back there, right, So he's looking around, saying, hey, where are you come out here? Let's talk about this. You don't be touching a man's machine. He's listening and it's dead quiet, so he's what the hell is going on here? Stop playing games. He's calling this person out. He's calling him every kind of bitch in the book, just to get a reaction from whoever it is, because at this point he doesn't

know where this person is. He's really not happy now as he's cussing of us, and all of a sudden, he hears this grunt, this deep guttural grunt. He said. It shook his guts and it was coming from behind him. So here's the grunt. He's spoot, startled, whatever you want to call it, shit in the gold brick. As he's turning around, he's drawing that pistol out. He assumed the time, maybe it was a bear that didn't hibernate because it was too hungry, and he's in serious trouble if it is.

So that's what he was initially going on as he was turning around pulling his pistol, he said, when he turned around and pointed, it took him. He doesn't know exactly how long because everything on tunnel vision real slow motion. He's trying to make out what he's looking at. He said, you could see snow on the hair. It wasn't fur, it was hair. It was about six inches long all over it, he said. The portion of the chest that he saw there was an underhair and then an overhair.

It almost looked like belt on the body, but longer hair over it looked to it, but it wasn't real dense like bear fur or moose hide. Or anything like that. He said he could see the skin when it moved, and he said it was squatted down and it was just looking at him. He explained to me, the face was damn near pitch black, a lot of wrinkles, beady black guys. But big head was really big, wide set jaw, real wide mouth, nose flat to the face, pretty standard description,

he said. The thing that stood out most was this thing, how it was looking at him. He said he felt like this disdain and anger towards him. He's standing there in shock. He's got a gun in his hand. At this point. Mark said he didn't even realize he was still holding the gun. He's literally pointing the gun at this thing and trying to figure out what he's looking at. He takes a step back and starts yelling get out of here, but he didn't know what else to do.

He tried to treat it like he's going to run off a bear. Again, it was no bear, he said. It was obviously humanoid. It was squatted down. He couldn't see the hands at first because they were sloped into the snow. Again, this snow is deeper than his knee. Okay, so this thing was squatted down, and he said, it squatted down was still over six foot tall, like big. So he's assessing my escape plan, right, but he doesn't know shit or go blind. He's literally stuck in the

trees his trail out. Whichever way he chooses, he's got to go through knee deep snow to make his retreat, and he doesn't even know what the hell this thing is at the moment. So as he took a step back, he yells at it again, saying, get out of here, get out of here. I'll shoot you. I'll shoot you, he said. At that point, he was no longer pointing the gun at it. He was holding the gun up, showing the gun. I have a gun, I'll shoot you that type of thing, he said. This thing was unfazed,

he said. Once he was yelling and showing the gun like this, he said, this thing its head started doing this number. It looked like it had no neck, so when it was moving its head, its shoulders would naturally go with it. He said. It slowly was rocking back and forth, and then it stood up, and as it stood up, it really started swaying more. And that's when he could see the thing's hands. It had snow stuck to the hair on the arms and stuff because it

had his hands in the snow. But he said when it got up, it did this number once or twice to shake the snow off the hands and got into a more hunch position, looking at him, almost like it was about to rush him. Once this thing stands up and is doing that, it appears to him that it's about to start charging at him. He again points a gun right at it and says, I will shoot you. It's dead quiet this thing. It didn't move. It's just standing there and it's given him this death glare. He said,

it was like it was staring through him. It wasn't scared to mark one iota, not even a little bit. So as this little standoff is going on, this thing is like maybe twenty feet away, maybe something like that. And this is all guestimation from a terrified mind in the moment. It could have been a little more or a little less, but it was right there, he said. When it stood up, he had to look up at it. Because of how things were, he couldn't give me a

very accurate description of its height. He said it had to have been over ten foot. So we'll just go with that, because a terrified mind sometimes things get a little distorted. So he was just being conservative on his guestimation.

to all fours and then really started moving. He said it bumped into a couple of trees on its way through, just going by them or whatever, and he said it sounded like he was just breaking and ripping the branches off as he went through, because when he initially hit the trees when he was making his way out of there, there was no tree snapping. A moment or two later, he started hearing cracking of branches and limbs and stuff. So he's standing there in shock. He's trying to assess

what the hell did? I just see what the hell is going on here? And he starts looking around in case there is more right, because he didn't know what the hell was going on. Mark said that he left his chance off right there and backed out his trail that he had gone down just a couple of times,

backed out, looking in the direction. This thing was still making noise somewhere off in the distance, but it was constantly moving, so it was no way to pinpoint exactly where it was at any particular time, he said, when he got back to the snow machine. When he got back to it, the tunnel had been shifted, like the rear of the seat we called the tunnel where the track runs underneath. The tunnel had been twisted in such a way that it was basically almost separating from the

front portionroom that holds the engine. And you got to understand, there's a clutch wheel in there, a centripical clutch that once you reach a certain rpm, the clutch tightens down on the belt stinds the track. It had been twisted in such a way, but that snow machine was no longer functioning. The engine ran, but it would not drive. So he's sitting there at the snow machine like he doesn't know what he's gonna do now. This thing is

still over there, maybe hundred feet away, maybe a little more. Again, he was in fits of terror, so it was dicey. He's a few miles from where he parked his truck and trailer, just under five miles. He immediately starts down his path. He had no cell service and no one would even start looking for him for many hours from now. He already knew this, so he started trekking, and he chained smoked a whole pack of cigarettes within the first mile, trying to calm down. He was shaking. He couldn't stop

looking around. Every few steps he would stop. He said he was smoking like half of the cigarette, throwing it out at of nervous ticks that were kicking up hard. He got about two miles into his almost five mile journey to get back to his truck when he started hearing something following him. He said, I could not run. The trail was packed, but the times he tried running,

he started breaking through and sinking down. So he didn't want to injure himself, so he was just gingerly walking along because he didn't want to break through and then have an injured knee or something, and then take even longer to get out of He was trying to be as tactful and safe in his retreat as possible, he said. However, when he started hearing this thing off to his right, moving paralleling him, he kept hearing a weird swishing sound,

like a tree. So he kept looking around to see if there was a tree wiggling, because that was the sound of was making, like tree branches rustling against each other. And he kept looking, and he had his gun in his hand and stuff, and he couldn't see anything. So he just kept going. He would look around and keep going, and this noise was a constant for about a mile, he said. He was yelling out. He was saying, I'll

shoot you for real this time, all sorts of stuff. Right, So, as he's going along, he said, all of a sudden, he hears a weird noise like a big stick flipping through tree branches. He could hear something, but like something hitting branches wailing through there, right, he said, from his right, all of a sudden, about twenty five thirty feet in front of him, that tree that he had cut the day before came flying out like a spear. He said. It just bum and stuck just on the opposite side

of his little trail. And at this point he's in a pretty narrow cutway through from a trail, a snow machine trail, right, so he said, it was probably about fifteen feet wide of clearing it going through there, just seeing dug into the snow and then sat there and then claps down because quite enough snow to keep it upright, but it had impacted in the snow, and then slowly sunk down in essence blocking his trail momentarily anyway, because believe me, you turn into Carl Lewis and hurdles and

would be nothing at that point with your gentleman dumb. So he's looking in the direction it came and he hears that grumble again. He feel it in his guts, he said, and he started yelling, hey, I'm leaving, stop following me. It's the only thing he could think to say, and trying to reason with this thing. And he doesn't even know what it is, right, he said. When he got up to where the tree was and stepped on it and stepped over it, he heard thrashing and crashing

going away from him. Back in the direction where he had left his chainsaw on a snumb machine. He said, as soon as he cleared that it was gone, it was moving, so of course, it startled the shit out of him to hear that much commotion. He said, he could feel some of the movements in the ground, and it was so unnerving. He said. The first couple thumps on the ground was triggering his reflex on the bottom of his foot, making him jump a little bit. He was just soone shock over that he stood there for

a moment. He's pointing the gun in that direction, even though he can't see shit, but this thing is just going so once it's almost out of earshot and obviously not near him, he started. He broke down a little bit. He sat there, He fell down to his knees and was sobbing for a little bit, just stressed out, he said. Once he collected himself, he lit himself the last cigarette he had in that pack, because he was chained smoking

like a bandit. He said that he was crying so hard that every time he was touching the cigarette to his lips, it was soaking up more tears to where it was almost like sucking water through the filter. To get a drag of the cigarette. Eventually it sooggied up the butt end of the cigarette just because he said, the tears were pouring. He couldn't stop it. He was shaking really hard. He dropped the gun several times because

he was shaking. His hands were shaking so hard. He said he felt like he didn't have control over that reaction, that visceral reaction to this thing. He said, after a moment and he was able to calm down, he made sure he had his gun turned around and started walking out that trail, and he said he got maybe one hundred yards or so into the continuation of the walk, and at this point he's head on a swivel. He's

barely making forward progression because he's constantly looking around. He's listening, he's looking. He's freaked out for obvious reasons. Right, So, he said, about one hundred yards going back into his walk out of there, he hears this grumble again, but at a long distance away. He said it was with such volume. It started off low and at classic it went up like an air raid siren, up into a super high pitched squeal, and then when dead quiet. He

said that he continued his journey. Of course, he's picked up the pace getting hell out of there. He made it to his truck safely and stuff. Ended up going to a friend's house. His friend was at work and wasn't home yet, but he said he sat in his friend's driveway scared shitless, had his pistol on his lap his friend. Where his friend was at was other houses real nearby, but he was so spooked, so freaked out that any movement he was like twitching, like he had

shell shocked. Basically, every movement, every sound he was just freaking out from. He said he wasn't sure how long he sat there in his friend's driveway before his friend showed up. His friend showed up with one of his co workers, and they came up. They're like, oh, hey, did your snow machine break? Because his sledge usually on his trailer, but when his friend came up to the vehicle,

it startled him. He ended up pointing the gun in his face because he was so lost in these thoughts of what the hell is happening that he initially didn't see his friend coming up. Even though he was highly spoop in that moment, he did not notice his friend coming up until his friend was right there, and he basically pulled a gun on his friend. And when he immediately recognized that he dropped the gun, he was like, I'm sorry. His friend's like, whoa, what the hell? Mark,

what's going on with you? Dude? He gets out of the truck and he's like, give me a cigarette. Please give me a cigarette, And so his friend gave him a cigarette and he starts smoking it tells his friend what's going on. His friend started asking, oh, were you at XYZ place? And he goes, yeah, that place we went to a few times, because his buddy had went with him a couple of times to this particular area. His buddy was like, Hey, I've seen that thing back there, man,

I believe you. And his co worker from work was like, what are you guys really talking about here? You're talking about bigfoot. He wasn't mocking, he was just trying to understand what he was hearing. They both did.

The follower, he figured, Okay, there's more people, let's just go get it right. So reluctantly he agrees, just because he knows it's best to let's just do it. So his buddy goes in, gets a high powered rifle, gets a firearm for his coworker. They got the snow machines. They got two snow machines loaded, and they went back out there. As they were going down the trail, Mark was riding with his friend because his friend had a

two up sled. He was telling him, we're coming up on the place where it threw the tree across the trail, so be aware when you come around this corner on that straight away, you'll see the tree block in the way. When they get around that corner, they're not seeing anything.

They get up to the area with the disturbed snow, where obviously there's broken little pieces of branch and bark and stuff all over the trail, but the tree is gone, and his buddy believed them, but seeing that physical evidence of the tree and everything lining up to what Mark was telling him, he started getting really spooked himself. His bravado was leaving them real quickly, and let's get on

with it. Let's get over this. And so they make it about another mile further down the trail and off to the left, just inside the trees was that one tree that was across the trailers, leaned up against some other trees, and they looked over at it and just continued on. It's okay, that's where it was moved to or whatever. Now he said when he got to his loop that he made a couple of loops around to

pack the trail. His snow machine was not sitting where it was before, so his friend looped around, came back facing heading out direction, and killed the sled, and their flashing flashlights trying to figure out where a snow machine was. They're looking around and they notice disturbed snow from where the sled was going back into the woods where he was cutting trees. And now the woods are fairly dense.

None of them wanted any part of going into those woods in the dark, right, So they're sitting there talking about, shit, are your chainsaws back there? Maybe, because at this point they're starting to doubt where'd the sled go. It had a twelve foot utilitarian sled attached to it, you know what I mean. It is not lightweight. So they're looking at the disturbed marks and they're trying to make out is that the direction of the snow machine. So they

start looking around elsewhere. They noticed that sled that he was towing behind. That utility sled was across this meadow behind them, on the opposite side of this metal from where he was cutting up in the trees sideways, and at first they couldn't really make it out until he saw he had a couple of little orange reflectors on along the sides of it, along the rim of it, right, just so when he was out on trail, someone could see that he had a sled attached. So they noticed that,

and that's what caught his attention. The one guy on the machine ripped over there to take a look. The tongue was all bent up. It was basically taken and twisted, but it was basically no good. So the guy just took a quick observance of it and came back over on the snow machine. Was like, that thing's cooked at this point, marks, I don't need a chainsaw that bad. We don't need it that bad. Let's just get out

of here. Once he told his friend, let's get the hell out of here, he fired a pistol machine as well, because the other guy had his still running. He wasn't killing shit. He was like, hey, let's just cut it. Let's just get out of here. So they vacate the area right. A few days later, he had a different buddy that had some experiences and what not go with him to see what's salvageable during the day. So him and his buddy they get back out there and where

he had last seen that sled. It was driven into the snow, approximately where it had been parked before, and the snow machine was just off of the edge of the trail where if it had been there that night they would have seen it. It was right there, but it was twisted even more than what it was. He said. It looked like something took the front of it in the back of it and had a twist the opposite directions kind of thing. It was even more twisted when

he last left it. So he's looking at this stuff and he's like, shit, they cut the belt so hopefully maybe the track will spin a little bit so they could tow it out of there. They were having no luck with their so essentially what ended up happening is his friend brought a sled and he had a lonor snow machine. So there are two sleds trying to extract

all this stuff. So what they ended up doing is basically wrenching the track off of it, placing it on this sled in two different pieces from strapping it down. He said it was a struggle getting it out of there because it was unbalanced on his buddy's sled. It wasn't a very big sled, but they wanted to get the debris out of there. They didn't want to plute

the place or whatever. He said. There was no gas in it that he could tell, because it must have sat upside down or something like that for a while because the tank was dry. They're limping it on out of there. Before they take off, him and his buddy walked back in the trail. Some more snow had fallen, since you could still see his tracks, but they weren't divid and so they walked back in there, perfect daylight and everything. There were some songbirds there, a lot more relaxed.

He asked me not to share this particular location on camera. He wants to inform the person that owns land very near there, and the guy won't be back till later on this spring. Eventually, I'll update this once one of the local landowners has the heads up of what was going on or whatever. But out of courtesy, I'm going to leave that portion out for now and I'll re update it in the near future. I want to thank

for sharing. It was very hard for him from man to man, it's hard to admit to another guy, a guy's guy, that you broke down crying. It's not an easy thing. But for him to freely admit that you know, here all these people, I want an encounter. I understand why, because of the curiosity. I get it, but you gotta be careful what you wish for. Up until that point, Mark had heard stories, but it wasn't in his wheelhouse. He just chalked him up as stories, which a lot

of people do until they have an encounter. I'm thankful for him sharing. It wasn't easy for him to come forward. He had attempted to send me an email a few times, he said, and then finally said, all right, I'm going to send it. I appreciate him trusting me to share with me and to share with you guys. I want to share it that you comes from Ramona and Paul. Now Ramona and Paul lifelong Alaskans. They met in an AFN conference many years ago. AFN, for those who don't know,

it was the last Confederation the Natives. Paul happened to be doing some Native art stuff he was selling for his cousin at a table, and she happened to by some merings or something. So they hit it off, and this is thirty years ago. They had a love for everything outdoors, Paul and Ramona. After they were married, they ended up getting a plane together and getting their pilot's licenses. One of their favorite things to do was to just puddle jump here and there in there a little I

believe it's a Sessna. They would just go from here to there. They're based out of Anchorage. They would fly over towards a Elecning gig Bristol Bay. They did the whole Togiak Platinum Tour or the flying round out that way. They had always been aware of the Harryman. Some of Paul's uncles had some experiences, and so they decided, about ten years in their marriage or whatnot, hey let's go

check out see what we could find. So they spent the next ten years going all over the place, found a track things like this, but never really came across anything right because needle and haystack. Because this type of stuff is so random in nature, they had basically given up. We've flown everywhere. We know they're out there, but where that type of thing. They'd basically given up about ten years ago. Now, they were just flying back towards Bristol

Bay area. They went to Dillingham got fuel. They flew out to Electing Gek because it was so beautiful. They had been there a few times before, and they decided we'll just go from here up to Tickchick Lake and to see if they have an opening, maybe stat the lodge up there tick Chick Narrows. As soon as they were flying, they were going from Electing Gik and just

flying due north. And so they were going due north and they were approximately between third and Fourth Lake, and they noticed some fairly large ponds off to their right hand side, and so Paul was like, hey, let's see if we can land and check it out. This was going into the fall, and they're thinking, maybe we find a spot, pick some berries and just have a lunch with berries, moneyuk or whatever. So they go over they find a pond just barely big enough to land on.

He felt he may have made a mistake being a little over zealous when he landed, because he was like, you don't know if the wind's going to be right when we take off. He didn't want to get stranded there and have to wait for the wind to change, because God only know, you can't predict that shit. So they just they're sitting in the plane. They pulled up

the shore or whatever. He had tied off to some brush and he had tried to pound in a steak, but there was a lot of marsh that he wasn't anticipating, and so they're in a stuck situation until the wind changes. So they decide the marsh the bog. You got to imagine like a bunch of real thick peat moss on top of water, and it's like a big old spongy waterbed. But some places are thinner than others. Right with the tundra, it ebbs up and down. He got these little rises,

big rises, small. It's just pop marked right. So there, let's explore. We have to wait for the weather anyway, let's make for the best of it. And they always flew ready to camp at them almost notice they find a pretty place. I can't say as I blame them. They're prepared. Paul grabs his three point thirty eight, his rifle. Ramona has a forty four magnum. They get on their hip boots and stuff, and they're just looking around and they get away from the water's edge and into the

more firm tundra. They're starting to see blackberries and stuff, and they weren't quite right, just enjoying just adventure. Harryman wasn't on their mind, none of that stuff. They had since given up their trek for searching for Harryman. It was about two hundred yards from this little pond to the edge of the tree line. When they get to this tree line, Paul had noticed that there was a clearing just beyond this tree line, a nice little meadow.

He assumed, maybe there's salmon berries. There's some other berries ready, so let's tredg through here and we'll check the berry patch. So they go trapsing through. They didn't bring any marker tape. So what Paul was doing is they were walking through, is he would grab a tree and break the branch, or if there wasn't a tree branch low enough, he would find something and score the side of the tree right,

blazing a trail. He does this so on their back track they can come right back to where they were without a whole lot of searching around or whatever, which they were pretty safe with what they were doing. So they get back into this opening Paul's in the lead and Ramona's behind him. All of a sudden, Paul stops, gets down on one knee, and he's got the rifle pointed.

of it. They couldn't really tell at first because it was just dark. It was just a dark kind of shape over there that wasn't really a silhouette of a figure or not, and it was just a dark shape, like a big dark mound. Paul said, hit his heart skipped to beat because he thought bear, Oh crap, we just walked up on a bear and it looks like it's sleeping because it's not moving, and they have no visual of the head to look at the ears, muzzle or anything that truly identified as a bear. It's just

the assumption because of its coloring. It was a grizzled dark color, and he assumed brown bear. I mean, they're in the wood tick chicks, so obviously it's bear country, big bear country. Watching to make sure they don't want to disturb this thing. But the wind is blowing not in their favor, so their scent is blowing right towards this bear. And so Paul at first was like, all crap, and then he figured out, no, it'll wind us and it'll get out of it. No harm, no foul. Let's

let this bear wind us. He notices movement of this mount and Ramona's right over his shoulder. They're both just patiently watching, just seeing what this bear was going to do. Paul said he stood up, was just holding a rifle, waving his arms, and he said it was about sixty five yards maybe across this meadow, to the distance of where this thing was. It starts screaming, hey bear bear, waving his rifle. All of a sudden, this thing stands

up right. It's coloring and the backdrop behind it it blended in so they couldn't see exactly what it was. So they assumed it was the biggest bear they've seen in a long time, standing up across this meadow, and Paul starts screaming out, hey bear bear. He didn't want to have to shoot this bear. The bear isn't acting aggressive. He tells Ramona get your gun out just in case God forbid, and she already had it out as soon as this thing set up. Now, they couldn't make out

its shape because of the backdrop. It was black spruce and stuff. They couldn't make out its exact silhouette. So he continues, hey bear bear, and then at one moment it comes down onto all fours and they still can't make it out. It's just something weird about the shape. So he shoulders the rifle because obviously now it's facing their direction. Paul said he didn't know what to do

because he wanted to back out of there. He said there was something in the area that the energy wasn't right, and he felt now is the time to let's get out of here. So he's whispering and Ramona, Hey, start backing up. You follow our back trail. I'm going to walk slowly behind you, just keeping an eye on this thing until we're clear. We'll continue on and just leave this thing because again, weird shape, dark in color. Assumed it was a bear, They had no confirmation of exactly

what it was at this point. Now Ramona turns around doing what her husband asks. She's game to get the hell out of there, because she felt the energy as well. From her point of view when she turned around to start going back down the trail, she was just walking along in the trail, whispering this way because Paul's walking backwards and he's keeping an eye and kind of glancing over his shoulder. Everyone keeping an eye, and this thing

hasn't moved, Paul said. Once they got about fifteen feet back into the woods to where it was starting to obscure because of the brush, because their trail wasn't a straight shot. It was weaving in and out of this brush. Once he got to where there was no visual of this thing anymore except just a smidge, he felt a little more comfortable. There was enough distance he could turn his back and focus on beaten tracks now the woods.

The depth of the woods between the open tundra where they landed in the pond and this meadow was roughly forty five fifty yards roughly. This is all guestimation. He wasn't like he had a tape measure out and was scoping it or whatever, he said. They got about half that distance, about twenty five yards on their back trail. All of a sudden, they hear thrashing at the trees behind them. Paul said he never jumped and turned around so quick in his life. He's back down on one

knee waiting for this charging bear. He sees big brown, grizzled kind of color in between the trees, but his vision is obscured. He can't make out exactly what it is, so he pops around off to try to dissuade this charge. It works. This thing breaks off to his left, and he still can't see it. He has no confirmation or visual except he knows that it's big, and it's making noise right over there, and it's moving away. Cool, all right,

the bear knows what's what. Now, let's continue on. They double timed it once the shot rang and this thing veered off to their left, and now it would be back behind them on their right. They cleared the tree line and they get out into the tundra. At least a good seventy five yards and then they stopped to catch that breath. Because you got to understand, if you've never walked on tundra, the force you normally put in

on hard land, you immediately fill that force. When you're walking on tundra, some of it's absorbed, so you're expending extra energy to make the same motions. So they're catching their breath, They're looking on their back trail. Paul's keeping an eye out. Ramona's freaked out. She had a very bad feeling, she said. Once he shot it veered off, she just got this real clinching fear. She called it.

The essence of fear was in the air. So they sit there and they're waiting because they hear noises, but they can't pinpoint exactly where what is right. The wind had shifted, but it was variable, right, They still couldn't necessarily take off. They still had the distance to get to the plane. But also now he's worried about their back trail in this bear. So at one point the wind shifts and blows into their face and they get this weird, kind of funky smell. They said it smelled

like real bad bo with urine. And once they caught that smell that wasn't a bear smell, you know what I mean. So they were like, they looked at each other and then they were like, what if that's a hairy man? And that's when they both got even more freaked out. God bless them. Man, they sat there sharing stories. They're watching the whole time, this tree line, but they're sharing stories. Oh remember my uncle's story when it was up on the cabin. So they're getting themselves pumped up

and freaked out. They don't know what possessed them to share hairy man stories in the midst of an encounter, even though they haven't had a visual. They're getting really worked up. So Paul was like, well, let's get to the plane. Let's stop. Let's get to the plane. Because they said they sat there roughly an hour discussing this, looking around nothing absolutely nothing, heard nothing, got that whif of smell, saw nothing right, So like, all right, screw this.

So they start trucking to the plane. It was about two hundred and fifty yards roughly to where the plane was at the edge of the muskeg in the water. Paul said, once they got within fifty yards of the plane, he got this overwhelming sense of being watched. Ramona said the same thing. They both felt it at the same time because they were almost shoulder to shoulder. Ramona was like a half a pace behind Paul and back behind

his left shoulder. As they're coming up on the plane, and all of a sudden, it just instinctively they both turned at the same time, and they see this thing just outside the tree line, about maybe ten fifteen yards and it stands up to full height and with the willows and stuff with still green leaves and stuff on it. They immediately saw this humanoid outline and instantly it confirmed it was the harry Man. Paul said his initial reflex was to put it down. He said something minim was

just like I should kill this thing. He turns and as soon as he lines up with it and shoulders the rifle, immediately he gets this feeling like, no, I can't do that. We're not in danger. I don't even know what this is. So he that initial thought of I'm gonna kill it immediately fades away. And so they stand there. Since they're close to the plane, they're feeling a little more comfortable checking it out, seeing what the hell is doing. As they're squatted down next to each

other whispering because it's looking back at them. They're looking at him, whispering to each other, what do you think it wants? So they're just going over speculation, right, Paul said, in the midst of this, all of a sudden, it lets out this baanshie like scream, this horrific high pitched kind of He said, it reminded him of a real sick yol because it was like multiple octaves, souper loud and real screechy, but it was this varying kind of

yodel sound. Right, they were both scared of their core.

of here. So they slowly, because the thing is still it stopped making the noise, but it's still standing back behind them and so they make it back over the plane, and Paul's still watching it. It has not moved. It's just kind of every once in a while, lean's a little bit, he said, and was like, eyeball, I'm trying to figure him out. A real curious kind of vibe in the air. He said. They got into the plane. The wind was good as far as trying to take off, so he

got Ramona and he pushed off, fired up. They taxied down and turned into the wind to take off, and he said he was setting his flaps. He was looking off to his left now because they're taking off due south and this thing is squatted down and it's still doing this number, and the plane's running and stuff, so it's just observing them. Right. So they take off. He gains altitude and then banks off to the right and circles around and comes back right towards this thing. He's

trying to keep an eye on it. At elevation. He said he was at about a thousand feet as he's coming in, and he's trying to look down to see if they could make it run. They wanted to see it run for whatever reason. They were safe in a plane, so let's see if we can see this thing moving. Sure enough, it took off running, but it was running right along the tree line, and he was making sure there's no obstacles as he's turning, focusing on watching this thing.

And he's slowly making a bank, turning back north, and they're watching this thing. And they passed over it and came back over on top, and we're just off to the side of it, looking down off to the right. And he said they were moving that damn mirror one hundred and something notts or something like that, roughly, because once they turned, they had the tailwind and they were

looking along and they were passing it. He said he couldn't for sure say oh it was running this fast or that fast, but what he was saying was is it was moving to the point where it was almost it seemed like almost like it was keeping up with them. Once they got past it, he circled back once or twice seen if they could find it again, but it was gone. They continued on. No one was available at the lodge, they couldn't stay there or whatever, so they

take off. They fly back over towards Dillingham. They got some fuel, they had enough daylight to fly back through. So what they decided to do is go up to Iliamna Port Allsworth, and so that's what they do. They leave Dillingham to go up to Allsworth. That's the extent of their adventure. As far as that episode, I asked, you guys are out there, how often have you come across something like that? And they said one time it

was memorable. We will never search for it. Paul felt like they were being runoff, not necessarily gonna be attacked, which is fair enough, but let's be honest. A trail in the trees. You're caught. It's done.