SO EP:609 Our Dog Was Going Crazy!

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a little cabin there. They were there for approximately a week. They had planned on being there for two weeks because he wanted to use up every bit of his paid leave. They wanted to do it somewhere remote and reset. Dylan's job was high stress, had to do with the law

enforcement arena. After a week of just basically milling around this cabin, d compressing, taking naps in the middle of the day, they had a little portable DVD player they would charge up every day with their small generator and stuff. They were just enjoying themselves. A couple days before the incident happened on their height, they had their dog with them. Her name was Rizzo. She was a little pitbull mixed, very loyal, very happy dog. From what they were saying,

Rizzo was approximately six years old at this time. Now there's a smaller little creek. It cuts back up into the mountain and it just gains elevation as it's going, so it's really hard hiking. They were both athletic, they didn't mind. Dylan was carrying a firearm he had himself, I believe he said it was the four fifty four cassule, and also she had a backpacker shotgun slung over her shoulders, so they were loaded for barrisoa speak had they needed

to make use of firearms. So they're approximately five hours into this hike. Because they're gaining elevation, they got steep sides. The mountain directly behind the cabin is only like eleven and thirty feet or something like that. It's not overly huge by any means, but with all the thick vegetation, and they're going up this little draw that kind of hooks back around the back side of this mountain, it

was trying. It was very technical. Train for anyone who does hiking of any kind, it would be up there on the spectrum of difficulty. So basically what they're doing is going up this dried up creek bed from runoffs, and they would have to come off of the creek and go around certain little drops and things of this nature. So it was taking them time, but they were enjoying it. So Dylan said they got to a certain point, and Rizzo started behaving strangely, the same strange behavior they had

witnessed at the cabin a couple of days prior. She would spin in a c bark at them and kind of lunge at them, but not showing her teeth, but barking at them, like trying to get their attention, like jumping towards me in this real panicked way. And she would run in a circle and do it again. And she kept doing that and doing it again. Of course, they got more alert because the dog was acting squirrely, but the dog wasn't alerting anywhere. The dog was alerting

to them, basically getting their attention. They chalked it up to her just being spun ky and being away from home or whatever. They weren't picking up on those subtle cues. Another couple hours in after her little the asshole of running in a circle. After they calmed her down from that and they continued on, Dylan and Christina both said that Rizzo was like very focused in front of them.

She kept going up further, looking around, sniffing the air, and then would turn around look at them, and as soon as they got closer to us, she would do the same thing, So it was like she was going ahead of them a little ways checking things out. She was obviously on alert for something. They recognized it, but they didn't realize what it was for because it was the vegetation was so thick. This was mid July, land of the midnight sun. It's not like it was getting

dark anytime soon. They're looking around. Maybe there's a bear day up in here we're unaware of. Maybe we should back off right, So they decided they're smelling the air, they're listening. They're not hearing anything. There's no songbirds going on or anything, which twenty twenty hindsight Dylan said he should have picked up on that queue. But they were having such a good time, so they decided we'll go

a little further. There's a little bit of a shelf that they could see from where they were coming up. They wanted to get up on that little shelf and have a little picnic style lunch right there. So they get up to that point. While they're up on this little shelf, it's far more vegetation than they realized. If from their vantage point it looked fairly flat level and vegetation free. But once they got up there. The grass

was four foot tall. There's a brush around and stuff, so they kind of walked around peck and the grass down so they could see over back down into this draw to witness the accomplishment. They may coming up that damn thing again eleven and some feet. The trying aspect of it was coming down of the creek up on these steep walls, trying to make a path. They're just breaking trail. Christina starts digging out the lunch stuff, and

Dylan's getting out his little cookie stove. I think he was using some kind of fuel, whether it be sterno or something like that, to heat up water. They had some freeze dried soup stuff they were going to make. Rizzo at this time was laying down next to Christina and kept looking further up that draw and was just fixated on it. Okay, we'll pay attention to her, but

let's tend to what we're doing. The way they stumped on the grass and stuff, Dylan said he felt he had at least enough visible range if a bear did come in on him that he had time to react. Christina, where she was sitting, she had that backpacker shotgun right on her lap, it wasn't technically a backpacker. It was a Maverick eighty eight twelve gage. They were loaded for bear.

They had some slugs in there. So as she's sitting there with the shotgun, he's working on the soup, Rizzo stands up, circles them a couple times, circles them, and as she's circling them, wherever she's at in the position of the circle, she's looking back up that draw and she's walking around. Dylan and Christina strange behavior again. They start paying attention. Dylan, Yes, Christina, can you please watch

the soup that's boiling, stirred or whatever. I'm gonna go walk over this direction that she keeps looking and take a closer look. She said, fine, be careful, watch out for the bears. Don't get eaten by a bear. And they both kind of chuckle. He draws his four fifty four so he has it in hand so he's not jumped by the bear if it's real close, he said. As he moved forward towards the brushwork dropped down back into the draw, he said he noticed across the draw

from them. He said, it had to have been probably two hundred yards. He knows this real dark dot in the green foliage. It looked like a super dark shadow. It had no shape because it was just black and it was across the way, so he just took it as a real dark shadow. Maybe there's a cave over there, he starts rationalizing, maybe it's a cave where a bear is hold up, and maybe after our lunch we'll just get out of here. And so he looks over at that spot a little while. He's not saying anything, so

he goes back over and resumes what he's doing. He tells Christina about it, and she walks over after he takes over the soup thing just during it and keep an eye on it. She walks over and that's when she's looking at the same thing, and she says, hey, that big dark spot is moving. He was thrown off. He was like, nah, it was just a shadow. You sure the winding blown over there or something, again, rationalizing it.

She said, no, it's moving. And then Rizzo starts doing this number again in a small circle Barkin and not lunging at her, but like jumping towards her, getting her attention. She's ignoring Rizzo because she's watching this black dot across the way now, Dylan said, he stopped the cooking process. He just put the lid on the top, set it off to the side and put the lid on the

stern or or whatever to stop that process. And he went over and stood next to her, and they watched this dark, very dark, black shadow coming down through the trees. And again it's broken up. You can see it, and then you can't see it because the vegetation, the growth is just crazy with all the willows and the popper and stuff. They're just looking, what are we looking at here?

It looks like a big black bear. He felt a little better thinking it was a large black bear because with what they had, they'd take care of a black bear if they had to, no problem. So he was like, okay, it's just a black bear. Again, he starts rationalizing, no wonder, Rizzo is acting funny. It probably dends up up here, and maybe it came close to the cabin for a couple of days. They're explaining everything away and putting it on this black bear being in the area. They feel

a lot more relaxed because of their initial assumption. Right, although Rizzo has not stopped running around in a circle and barking back towards them, again, not lunging at them, but lunging towards them, trying to get their attention. And again they're just like girls, settled down. We know, we're trying to reassure the dog that they RECOGNI there is a potential threat. But again, they thought it was a black bear. They had no clue of what was going on.

They go over. They each have one of those big aluminum cups that you can drink coffee out of or put your soup in, so they split the soup up, and they had some Sylla Boy crackers and they're dipping the crackers in the soup and they're talking. Of course, Dylan, knowing that potential black bear's over there, he's eating quickly

and he's keeping his eye focused over there. And again Rizzo was going in a circle but ended up laying down facing that direction, just grumping and grumbling every once in a while, not a full on growl, but just little little noises. And they would pay attention to that, but they were eating. They were a little too relaxed about it, from what Dylan said, and that's twenty twenty hindsight, of course, he said, had he known what was about the transpire, they would have already been on their way

back down as the crow flies. The distance between the cabin they're staying in and where they're at is not that far. It's really not that far, less than a mile, not very far. The majority of that distance would be eaten up in the curve that they walked in a straight line. It's not far at all, probably less than a half mile, maybe a little more. He finishes eating, and he does it real quickly, and he noticed himself something was drawing his attention back over into this draw.

He said, about twenty feet in elevation above the draw, the way it's going up the mountain. He finished up pretty quickly and used his water jug, rinsed out his little cup, plung the water, put everything away, and Christina was just finishing up, and he took her stuff, cleaned it up for her real quick, put it in her pack for They stand up, and they're just standing there a minute to let the soup and stuff settle. They didn't want to start hiking immediately and get cramps. And

they're discussing that black bear. It's probably going to be making its way towards us, and this was a topic of the conversation from when they first saw it, and then they kind of unknowingly set themselves up for an encounter, which they could have probably avoided had they left immediately upon seeing this dark shadow coming down. But again they assumed it was a black bear. They said, nah, we'll take our chances. We got firearms. We're up here to

enjoy the beauty of the place. Dylan takes the lead and they go back down the trail that they made coming up onto this little shelf to have their lunch. And when they got down back to that creek, he starts looking back up to draw looking for where this bear might be, and sure enough, just almost out of you, because it curves off to his left. From his vantage point facing uphill, he sees the big black shape up there, and he goes, okay, I got eyes on it. I

got eyes on it. And Rizzo comes down and again gets in front of him and is spinning around and jotting towards him, really trying her best to get his attention. He's recognizing, but he also has eyes on this thing, so he's not fully engaging the dog. He tells Christina, get the dog. Get the dog. So she puts the lead on the dog, the big black dot. As soon as she clicks the leash on, this thing stands up Dylan's It took probably ten seconds for him to comprehend

what he was looking at. This thing was silhouetted. The sun was back behind the mountain off to their right. It was high up in the sky the way the sun was coming down with all the vegetation, this thing was just dark and silhouetted. So he's watching, and this thing steps out more from the brush where he can see a humanoid shape right. He said. The approximate distance was probably about sixty five yards. This thing was big, he said. He watched it because of the light behind it.

He watched it take two steps, very short steps. He said. It looked awkward the way the movement looked very awkward. But it crossed across the creek bed and squatted back down right in the brush that was a little less sunlight penetrating it, and squatted down and was facing their direction like it was watching. He's standing there. He's got his pistol in his hand. He doesn't remember drawing it, but he remembers holding it, and he had it cocked

all that happened autopilot from his training and stuff. He has his firearm cocked and he wants to point in that direction, but something's telling him just leave. As he's contemplating this, Christina's behind him saying, what do you see? What do you see? Because she had him in front of her and she couldn't see nothing, so she focused on putting the lead on the dog, and then her view of what was going on was obstructed with Dylan standing there in the way, so she takes a few

steps back away from Dylan. Rizzo's going in a circle, not barking, making this weird whimper growl, in a circle, in a circle. It's making a jingling sound with the collar and the chain the way the leash is connected. So she's trying to comfort the dog. Dylan turns around and tells her, let's start moving. Let's start moving down the trail. You start, I'm coming right behind you, but let's start. As he's facing her real briefly, this thing lets out a very sharp, short whoop. He said it

was sol but so short. It was a very powerful sound, but it was just very brief.

didn't see it there. Rizzo doing the thing again, running in a circle and hopping towards Christina jumps and bites her by her raincoat that she was wearing and starts pulling her down back down trail. So she's listening to the dog that got this weird whoop. She still hasn't seen anything, so from her vantage point, she's just gonna

take the dog's lead, so to speak. She starts down the trail, and Dylan said he took a few steps and turned around back up to look from when he turned around to tell her to get moving, this thing must have crossed because it was back on the opposite side, a little closer to them, and he saw it because it was leaning out, peeking towards them again. Fully silhouetted. He couldn't give a description of the face. He said his heart skipped to beat because the way this thing

was leaning out and looking at him. He felt being law enforcement, he was versed in dealing with shady incidents, right, so I trust what he felt, and it was nothing nice. He felt there was something sinister about that. He didn't want to just open fire on potentially some just some weirdo or something. So he figured, okay, we'll just retreat out of here. Again, not fully realizing just what's going

on because again very limited vision of it, silhouetted. He did see it cross, but again, when you're rationalizing things away, there's some indecisions sometimes, right. So he said about forty to fifty feet on their back trail that as they were going down, Christina had a pretty decent lead on him. He stopped and turned around, and when he did, one of the spots where Rizzo was circling, she had pitdled

on the ground. When he turned back around to look back up again, just forty fifty feet, not far at all. He turns around to look, this thing was over sniffing the air, low to the ground. He said, it looks like it was trying to do a push up. Very dark. He couldn't make out any features other than it looked humanoid, and it looked like it was down in a push up position, just sniffing the air just above the ground. He said, it was the most prepast surreal thing he

had ever seen in his life. Coming from law enforcement. I could imagine he's seen some crazy stuff. He's pointing that gun back up at it, and as soon as this thing sees him holding the gun pointing at him, it stands up and darts uphill off to his right hand side, he said, into the thickest part of the brush. This thing was poom gone. He could hear this thing making noise. He was thinking, initially, leaf, Okay, it's running away. Whatever in the hell it is going away from us.

It gets uphill a little ways, about half the distance to the top in banks to the right, circling cutting back across the hillside towards where Christina is right. She had stopped and she was watching what he was seeing, and the whole time she could hear it running. She had her shotgun pointed in that direction. The dog is spinning a circle and started barking real out so Dylan catches up to her says, let's get moving. So they're listening.

It's off to their left. Now they're listening to this thing. Dylan said. It sounded like it was running back and forth, but it was really hard to make out because it wasn't a constant run back and forth. It would make noise and go silent, and then it would make noise again and go silent. So they're basically constantly checking their back trail all around them as they make their way back down. Well, once they've got back down by where near the cabin was, they said they no longer heard it.

The dog started acting more normal, a little over anxious, but acting normal nonetheless her normal self. So he was giving Rizzo praise. He was like, oh, you're a good girl, good protecting mom and whatnot right, and we should have listened to you girl, that kind of stuff, he said. For the next handful of knights at the cabin, he could not sleep. He would doze off out of sheer exhaustion, but then he would wake up to any odd noise,

the dog move and whatever. He said, they didn't see anything after it ran up on the hill and was moving back and forth, they didn't see it. It was just a weird noise at that point. Once they're back in the cabin, and he said he kept waking up what struck him. He'd wake up, he would feel like it was just outside. Of course, he would check. He'd check around the perimeter and nothing Rizzol outside not acting funny or anything. He trusted the dog's instincts a little more.

The dog wasn't acting out of place or doing the little circle thing. He would relax and be able to go back in and fall back asleep, but he said it was really rough. They get out of there at their scheduled time, which was really hard for them to stay because this thing was just over there and they didn't know what to do. They didn't know who to talk to. He was concerned about sharing with anyone at work because of the nature of his job. He didn't want to get some kind of reprimand or sent to

the shrink or something like that. Right, so, it basically killed their desire to be in remote Alasket. They still love the state, but it killed his and his wife's desire to be out here. So he ended up putting in for a transfer to a different department. He had received the transfer not quite a year later, and they moved away. This incident is a direct cause for them wanting to leave the state. He's still in law enforcement. I respect that. I won't say where they are or

anything like that. I do want to thank him for his patience waiting to get back and forth. He wanted me to convey to others, to share your experience. He said, had he knew more, he would have not have been so impacted by what they dealt with. He said, overall, it was real creepy, really strange, but there was no outward violence towards them. There was no outward sign of aggression. It was creepy. It was watching them and stuff, but

there wasn't no rock throwing. There was no mind speaker, that kind of stuff that you may hear about sometimes. Had he known the potential was there, he said, it would have been easier to deal with versus being confronted with that. He said, I almost shot that thing five or six times. I can understand. He said, it was very, very difficult. Once they got back, he tried to share with some personal friends and they just looked at him funny, and it's like, oh, I must have been a really

big black bear. They were hearing them, but they were changing the narrative, so he just let it be. And I'm sure there's a lot of people dealing with that. Thank you Dylan, thank you Christina. They still have Rizzo. She's an old lady now not long for this world, but they treat her like a chant. I like to start off by saying rest in peace to Tom. He was a co host with William Jenning on America's Creek Devil for quite a while. Tom was a really good guy and it reminds me of what an elber Thomas.

I shared some of his experiences here. What he told me the last I talked to him was to love your people. You never know because tomorrow isn't promised. Man, I love your people go. Let petty disagreements cause a riff that just doesn't need to be there, pointless. What I want to share with you today comes from the Chistacchina River, which is a tributary to the Copper River.

This comes from Brad. He's a telecoms worker. What he likes to do on his free time when he's not doing all sorts of other stuff, is he likes to take out his little dirt bite. They had a couple of different ones. On this occasion. He had a little YZ one twenty five, just a little rip around, easy on the trails, easy on the gas, and he had

a modified gas tank on it. His plan was to take the winter trail up along the Chistachina River, up past Sinanoah Creek up to this cabin over there, and there's a little bit of a gravel pad there and stuff. So this was approximately we're going back about a decade on this trip. He's having trouble right because the trail was pretty unforgiving at that time. It was early in the year, it was just before June. The trail was not inducive for a motorbike, let alone a flour wheeler.

It was in that transition period where the snow is unstable, it's melting. Grant you. He was up at about twenty two hundred and fifty feet. He's having a struggle with it, and the following day a couple of his buddies are supposed to be catching up with him, so he's going to leave early. He wasn't worried about bears. It was a little early in the season. He was armed. He had a forty four mag on his hip, but he wasn't concerned about bears. He was just trying to get out.

One of the reasons he wanted to is just to explore Alaska. He no longer lives here, but that's because of his work. He bounces from state to state doing all this telecom's work with the fiber optics and shit like that. But while he was here, he wanted to see as much of alask as possible. So his days off before he went down Copper River had some Copper River reds and all this, and he was just intrigued with the Copper River valley, so he wanted to continue that,

and that's why he ended up here. Now, the highway crosses there where he started this little journey, so he just passed the gravel pits and all that kind of stuff, and he comes over to where the bridge crosses the Chista China. He pulled off. He found a nice little place to tuck back that wasn't too visible from the road. He yanks out at his bike and starts this journey. I only laugh because I've been on trails too early in the season. I know it can be a moh

Man he had no winch, no nothing. The bike ain't overly heavy. He's got a big military backpack on. He's got the pistol on his hip, he's got hip waiters on and stuff for the muck and the mud and all that kind of stuff, and his helmet, and he's battling each one of these little potholes he had come across. He said it was just like two feet of mud, but there was grass there. He said it was a

damned thing he ever dealt with. Now he's up at elevation, so those snows just melting right on through and going on down. Horrible conditions for especially a little dirt bike. He was undaunted. He bottomed out many times, had to pull it out of the muck morentimes, and he said he wanted to count, so it delayed him making progress. It comes to this ravine that he already knows that it's getting darker, graduous Land of the midnight Sun. So

don't misunderstand what I'm saying. It's getting darkness, and that we still got night time in that time of year. It's not quite full on Land of the midnight Sun, even though it's staying light out up upwards at ten o'clock at night or longer. His reasoning for stopping there was he was wiped out. He had been wrestling this damn dirt bike more than riding it, going off through

these muck holes and stuff, so he was spent. Brad said that when he decided he was just going to camp, and he was just going to do a little spike camp, just a little tark between two trees, to lay under little fire, get something to eat, and start off fresh, bright and early. He's sitting and he's looking down into this small ravine where the trail crosses and stuff, and he already knew he was going to have to wrestle

this bike up the other side. So as he's sitting there recounting his journey so far, he said, he's basically contemplating in the morning instead of continuing on, just heading back and wrestling on back and meeting his buddies, trying to decide on a different place. It was a lot of work. Right now at this point, there is no there's no leaves on the trees. It's all open undergrowth and stuff. It's visibility is pretty good outside of the

black spruce and stuff like that. Now he's looking down into this ravine as it's slowly getting darker and he's just feeling himself. He nods off a couple of times and he's ok up to a splashy sound. I was like, what the hell is that? So he's looking around and it's just dark enough. He can't see down in the ravine anymore, but the sky is still pretty light, and

so he rummages around. He wants to make sure that it wasn't an early spring bear down below him, that he's potentially just sleeping on, so to speak, because he didn't want to get eaten. So he rummages around, finds a headlamp. So he puts a headlamp on, rummages around some more, and he said he got his good flashlight. It was about eight hundred lumens or something like that.

He was standing up at the edge and he hits the big beam, the eight hundred leman beam down into this little ravine and he's looking with the way some of the vegetation was along there. There wasn't no leaves, but it was just so dense it was hard to see through. But he saw a movement and he was like, oh great, it is a bear. So he killed the light because he didn't want to attract attention. So he sat there listening, trying to anticipate is it moving up

towards me? Is it not? Which is a daunting thing. You got to understand. He's sitting there listening, hoping this bear doesn't come up to hill after him, and so he's really unsettled. He drew his gun. He wasn't wanting to have that kind of confrontation. He didn't want to have to call the authorities and deal with all this stuff. So he was really hoping this bear would just neander on down the ravine and continue on down to the river.

He said, as he was sitting there listening to the splashing the noises, he started what he called it sounded like a little monkey or something because he was hearing these little little sounds, little vocalizations that were really it reminded him of the monkey house that he had visited. I think he said it was at Woodland Park Zoo or something like that down in Seattle. So you know,

he was intrigued by that. So he stood up and hit the light again, the eight hundred lumens, he said, Down in the ravine, he saw what he thought was a little monkey boy. He said. It was hair covered, but not very thick hair. It looked very young, very small. From his perspective looking down on it, it looked surprised, looked up at him, and then bolted back up that ravine. He said it moved fast. He startled. He's like, how

in the hell did a monkey get down there? Because from his perspective, he was just like, was this chimpanzee or whatever the hell it is doing down here? WHOA, that's really trippy. I'm in the middle of freaking Alaska and there's a monkey boy? What's going on here? Harry Man, Bigfoot, none of that stuff. He always dismissed it as just whatever. People bored and they just want to talk. Right. So he's sitting there and he gets out the phony hat at the time, and he's trying to look for signal.

No signal where he was at. I don't feel comfortable sitting here. I want to check this monkey boy out. He's not recognizing the potential dangers and what he's deciding to do. Those are his words, he said, man Fred, I didn't understand the danger. I was putting myself ban in. I was gonna chase monkey boy. So he goes down, turns on his headlamp instead of the bright light. But he's got his gun and the bright light in his hand.

But he's using his headlamp to see, and he's trying to go up to speak, and he's looking for traps. He wants to see some of the tracks and maybe take a pic of a track or something like that. But everywhere he's looking it's just obscured by water. He could tell it was disturbed because there's mud and stuff in it.

this wall of don't do it right. So he stops and he's trying to recognize is why he's so uncomfortable, turns on his big light and he's flashing around off to his flanks to check out around him, because he's in a little ravine that has some pretty damn steep sides. Right, He's sitting there, going, this is not good. I better just retreat. So he's taking his steps with the headlamp on.

He's looking behind himself to watch his steps, and he's keeping that bright light forward as he's turning around and looking back and forth. One of the times he looked back forward, he saw a glint of eyeshine then moved into the brush. So he stops and he's looking back up the draw at where the eye shine was. And as he's doing so, he said, that's when the little monkey boy crept out, looked at him again, doing this

number with his hand, and then duck back. He said, it was the most surreal odd thing to be in remote ask and see this. Right. I asked him what it looked like, and he said it looked like a little boy slash kind of monkey ish. He said. The teeth out a little bit bulbous, just below the nose, not like a snout at all, just real big teeth in a mouth. He also said that it was a very light tan kind of buckskin color, didn't look wrinkly.

It looked fresh face, like bright faced, young looking hair that went from the nose, not around the mouth, nothing around the mouth. But he said the cheeks were exposed up onto the forehead and it had the look of almost partial caveman. He's really enthralled at this point, but he's still got this discomfort, he said. He just couldn't let go of he felt so uncomfortable. So even though he's intrigued, he continues looking back and moving, just getting

out of there. He said, just as he was about to get to where he came down from above where his camp was, he was standing there because he heard louder noises that wasn't the same as the noise as he heard little monkey boy making. And again I'm only saying a little monkey boy, because that's what Brad said. He just kept saying that little monkey boy this and that.

So just bear with me. As he gets to a point, he's looking back up this draw towards the last place he's seen in this little monkey Boy, he said, as he's doing so between where he was and where that point was in the light that was beaming, he heard and saw debris and rocks and dirt and stuff sloped down into this little draw. So immediately he turns and points up, he said. When he pointed up onto the opposite side of the bank, he said, he saw the largest being he's ever seen in his life. He said

it was so massive it was pitch black. When he beamed up, it gave red eyeshine back, but his face was so dark he couldn't make out features other than it was humanoid. He's literally in shock, staring up. He's got his gun in his hand, but he said, in that instant that gun was non existent. He was just like, what am I looking at? He said, As he was doing that, Oh crap, what am I really seeing? He said, all of a sudden, the loudest scream came out of nowhere.

He said it didn't come from the one he was looking at, because that one just stayed still looking down at him. He said, he couldn't pinpoint exactly where, but it enveloped that whole area was just loud as shit. Scream, he said. He immediately stumbled back. He fell. He had dropped the pistol and scampered up the hill. Now when he gets up to the top of the hill he realized this he dropped his gun. When he calmed down,

he said. The amount of time from when he got to the top of the hill to when he calmed down, he could not say. Couldn't say how long it took. It wasn't a good time for him because he was running around. He didn't know what to do. He was freaked out. He kept hiding behind little trees and behind brush. He was so uncomfortable. He just wanted to run and hide,

and there was really nowhere for him to hide. He said, after he calmed down and him that his gun is down in the ravine and he might want to have that. He said, it was the hardest trip he ever had to make in his life to retrieve it. He didn't know where these things were because after the scream and he scrambled up the hill and everything it was quiet, dead quiet. He kept turning off and on his bright light as needed, but his headlamp died. So when he

decided I need that gun, he started down. Now he was turning on the light and then turning it off and sleughing and sliding down this hill. He said it wasn't overly steep, but he felt he needed to be as far away while trying to get closer as possible, which we all have our little quarts when we're under pressure. He gets down there, he looks around and he sees it.

He picks up the pistol. He opens it and looks and is shaking the water off that basically and making sure there's nothing in the barrel and they'll mutter any obstruction. He shuts it, tucks it back in the holster, and then backs up the hill, back up to where he was camping. He said that whole time, however long it took, he has no idea, because he said there was moments he would move quickly. In other moments it was so hard to move he had to force himself to move.

But he felt he needed something. That gun that was the only thing he had. So once he was back up top, Brad said, as he was sitting there, he's evaluating should I hike out instead of wrestling the bike. I don't want to wrestle this bike if these things are around and they potentially chase me, because that's where his mind went. His mind went to they may chase me.

So what he decides to do is to fire up the bike and his waym winded out a few times and let that reverberate through the little ravine and stuff. He figured out, I'm gonna scare these things off with the noise of the dirt bike a little two cyclics. So he fires it up and he does this thing. He's not paying attention to his fuel consumption. He's just wrapping that bitch out man. He was just doing everything he could to in his own mind get these things

to leave. So he does that for a while, kills it, and he's feeling better. He said no sooner than he put the kickstand down and leaned it to where it wouldn't fall over, and was sitting there happy. Okay, that made noise. Everything's gone from around me, right from down in the ravine below him. Another scream, he said. The

second scream sounded far more angry. He said it had this tone of a roar and a growl at the same time, versus just a high pitched, reverberating, loud ass like woman getting murdered screamed like the first one was. He said that really bothered him. He said he was so uncomfortable. He was damn near in the fetal position, his pistols holstered. He's holding the flashlight, it's not on, and he's basically squirming into the fetal position next to

this bike. He's scared to death. He's full of indecision. He said. He couldn't move forward, backward, left, right. All he could do was his best to make himself as small as possible. I get that, understand that that kind of fear, it can be very crippling and indecision as a bitch man. He said. He's not sure how long he was tucked like that. He wasn't sure, but it had to have been a while, because at some point he started shivering. It was cold. He's up at twenty

two hundred and fifty feet it's still late spring. There's still melting snow just above him in elevation, and everything's wet, right of course, Yeah, he's soaking wet. He's shivering on the ground, and the shivering on the ground motivated him to sit up, he said. Once he sat up and was reassessing the situation, he said he kept hearing a noise like directly across the ravine from him, a little twig snapping, dirt shuffling down the sidewall, things like this,

But it was dark. He wanted to look with the big light, but he was scared to He didn't want to evoke some kind of attack or something. Pinpoint is exact location, which these things probably already knew right where he was. As he was sitting there deciding whether or not he was going to turn this light on, he drew his gun again just in case, And when he turned on the light, he didn't directly point it across. He was examining the pistol again, making sure it was

okay and operational. He rotated the hammer a couple times to turn the cylinder to make sure it was functioning. Holding the gun, he decides, all right, I'll do it now. When he heard some sleughing noises of come to cross that little ravine there, he points the light up, he said. When he pointed the light across, he saw the silhouette of the big black one, he said, this time, when he saw it, he could see the sheen of the light on the hair. He could see the skin under

the hair. This thing wasn't looking directly at the light it was looking down. He said. It almost seemed it was like a nuisance. He said, the vibe he picked up felt like this thing was just annoyed by him, but not threatened by him. So this thing is looking down as he's trying to examine it, he said. As he's looking at it, he could see around the face is really dark gray, like a very ashen dark gray,

almost like wet cement, little darker. From what he could tell, it was the flat face, very big, wid set jaw, but he was seeing it partially in profile and partially obscured by distance and the effect of the light. It was a little warped as far as what he was picking up, but the skin tone and stuff is pretty

confident on. At one point, he said, it looked over at him and gave a glare, get that light out of my face, and so he pointed the light down by its lower extremities, by his feet, he said, as he was watching it, it stood up and walked up the hill backwards, looking back down at him. Basically, he's shining at his feet. He noticed it stands up because

it's still some light up above there. And then once it does, he's following it with that light, and it backed up the hill on the opposite side, looking at him, and then once it got up to a certain point, it just turned and walked off to his left. He said. He sat there just listening, just listening to this thing moved through the brush and he could tell it it moved well up onto that ravine for the backup in there.

He said he'd turned off the light for a second and was just so relieved that this thing wasn't actively trying to get him. It moved away even with the annoyance of the light. It was obviously doing some other stuff and not worried about Brad. So it went off, he said. He calmed down. He sat there just quiet and sense relief over him. Okay, they're not actively going to get me, Otherwise they could have, right, so, he said.

As he was sitting there and it started getting lighter, he heard that little split splash again from monkey Boy, as he called it, and he was like, I don't want to, but I really want to see this thing one more time. He decides, Okay, I'm going to stand up and I'm going to shine down there and see if I could see this monkey Boy. He stands up he beams the light down there, he doesn't see anything. He doesn't see a damn thing. What he does see, however,

is a branch. So out of his view of what he could see behind some of the brush and stuff, this thing had a branch and was splashing the water with the branch, making the noises. He said it almost seemed when he looked at it, the first thing he thought was, it's almost like it's luring some kind of interaction, like it's trying to entice me to interact. He said he wasn't going for none of that. He doesn't know what the intent was or if it was just hiding

tracks with a stick. He didn't know. He couldn't see the being doing it, but it was obvious it was being used with intelligence to do something down in this little ravine. He said that it was very hard to walk away from that. He felt compelled that he wanted to go and engage. And then Brad said he turned around, fired up the dirt bike again and was shining the light and realized he had ate up a lot of

gas just sitting there reving that thing. Right, so he kills it real quick because he wants to save gas. He felt relief because that big one moved away, and obviously they weren't actively trying to get him, and so he calmed down, waited for it to get a little lighter out, and then fired up and followed his back trail as best he could, he said, when he got back over to where he basically started his little journey, he said that he doesn't remember how many times he

had to wrestle the bike back through the mud. The second time, he said he was overtired. He didn't get virtually no sleep. It was freezing cold from being wet, wrestling this bike for hours on end on the way in and then on the way back out. He lost count. When he got back to where his truck was, and it actually wasn't even as truck. It was a loaner truck. It was basically a company truck. That was a sign

to him. So he gets over there and he's so exhausted that he lays the bike down and just falls asleep in the bed of the truck. He said the keys were somewhere, but the doors were locked. He wasn't going to dig forever. He was so wiped out. He just curled up in the fetal position. In the bed of the truck and fell asleep. He said he was woken up by his buddies. He heard them pulling in and he heard them laughing, What the hell is this?

They thought Brad had got drunk and maybe wiped out his bike, so initially they laughed until they saw him and saw he was pale and stressed looking and just dirty as hell and all wet. Then they were like, are you okay? They thought he wiped out real bad and maybe he was in need of medical attention. He was like, I'm okay, I'm okay. He said. He broke down crying on the tailgate of this truck because he didn't know how to share what he just dealt with

these guys. They asked him what happened. He basically told them a lion, said I was chased by a brown bear, and he left it at that. The guys are like, oh, geez, man, are you okay. They're checking him out for any claw marks or anything like that. He said, I outran the bear. It finally stopped, but it really freaked me out, and that's what he told these coworkers. He ended up going

back to work just fine. There was a couple other spots remote up near Fairbanks where he really had a hard time with PTSD type stuff, being near the trees. He said he was able to overcome it because he would reassure himself they didn't attack me. I'm okay, I'm okay that kind of thing. I want to thank Brad for coming forward. He was real nervous about the nature of his job, so I told him I'd be very generic or I could leave it out. He said, as

long as you're generic about it, that's fine. Again. Thank you Brad for sharing that. Again. Love your people. Tomorrow's not promised again. Rest in peace, tom really great guy. When I first started this channel, I wanted to incorporate missing people, not to say, oh, the Harry Man snatched this person or that, just in general as hey, these are the people missing right now. I was trying to

get context for that. He tried to help me. We were trying to look into nine on one calls and this other stuff, and it turned out he found out for me that without a FOIA acting, even with if it comes to an open case, you're not getting anything but that little bulletin, which doesn't tell much. It really doesn't. It doesn't give no context to the missing again. Love your people, man, you never know tomorrow promise, Thank you guys for joining me. We'll catch you on the next one.