SO EP:615 Bigfoot Destroyed The Generator

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Over the course of a few years kept talking about this little cabin that he was envisioning building at this place called Moose Lake. There's several Moose Lakes, probably a thousand depending on who you ask. For privacy reasons, we'll leave that aspect out of it now. Over the course of time, over the years, his doctor friend started saying, Ah, I'm just not going to have time. I'm getting ready to be moving out of state in a few years, and I would just hate to invest all this time

and energy. Vincent, would you be interested in this property. I could take you there and there's already a platform. You just have to finish the bill basically, and Vincent's like, let's check it out. So a few years back, his buddy takes him out there and immediately Vincent's sold. What he want is sold. It was a little four acre plot. He makes the arrangements over the course of about three years.

He would spend one week every month of the summer, so he would put in three weeks of work every season, basically June, July and August. Three years goes by. Now. One of the things Vincent noticed is how quiet it would get in the evening after midday, throughout the even dead quiet, no songbirds. He noticed that immediately, but he wasn't a well versed hunter. He always went well armed, of course, because his doctor buddy told him, Hey, I've seen bears in the area. Be aware. There's large moose

around there as well. Be aware. So he was given the lay of the land. They'd fly around and stuff, so he knew the layout of the land. Over the course of building this place, there would be strange things that would happen. He would hear weird, mournful, sorrowful moaning. But the moaning was so long and so drawn out and loud, he couldn't find it. He actually went searching at one point for where this sound was coming from.

Where this particular lake laid was at the base of some smaller mountains ish compared to other places, it would be huge, but it is Alaska. He went looking at one point and didn't find anything. He's walking along with the three hundred wind mag looking around. He had a pistol on his hip, he had a forty four. He was looking help this mournful, sorrowful person. Maybe they were lost, maybe they were hurt. Being a doctor, he wanted to

go and check it out. Couldn't find nothing. Now on this particular trip where he went out looking for this sound to help the person. When he got back to where he was building the cabin, he noticed things had been moved around a little bit, his cooler that had

been strung up. Basically, his doctor friend had made this huge tripod out of pine trees that he had flown in and made a tripod to raise your food up on, get it up off the ground and away from the critters as best as possible, because there was no real big trees to do it at. Right when he got there, he noticed that the cooler was on the ground, had been untied, not cut, not chewed, not ripped, untied from where it had been tied off at the base, lowered to the ground. The lid was open, and all of

his meats that he had in there were on. He said. The package of hot dogs was left, which I guess, so you can always account for taste. So as he's assessing who nell's here, he's looking around, and of course here in Alaska we got this spongy stuff, so it's hard to make out imprints. But he was noticing big block like footprints, and he's like, gosh, it must be a really big bear, So he got really concerned and

then he started assessing because he's a doctor. As he was telling me, he got real quiet and I was like, you're right, and he goes no. He would have these flashbacks of how did this happen? How did a bear do this? So as he was doing the assessment in real time, at the point when this happened, he got this overwhelming sense of being watched. And at this point he was putting the roof up on the cabin. At the end of the day, nothing else happened, no more

mournful sounds or none of that stuff. So he continues with his bill, just chalked it up till something happened and whatever gets out of there. Just strange stuff like that. So that brings us up to last season. Now it was the very last trip of the season, so it was last August. As soon as he landed and the plane took off, he was going to be there for the week. He had all his provisions, his cabins complete.

He's got a couple of windows in nice little pot belly stove, just perfect for what he wanted, just to retreat, a place to go moose hunt, maybe find a caribou, if the woodland caribou were around or whatever. So he was basically at peace for the first couple of nights. He said it was quiet as hell, but it was the most peaceful he had felt in a long time. He had a lot of pressure at work and stuff, so being a doctor, I could only imagine people dying

on you, and just I could just imagine. So as he was decompressing these two days, he really felt invigorated. So on the third morning, he got up and he figured, this lake is a bit cold, but I'm going to try to take a swim real quick, maybe do a cold water challenge or whatever. He just dives in, immediately regrets it, gets right the hell back out. So he goes in and he's shivering. He starts up the fire

while the fire is starting to warm up. When he got the chills and stopped shaking from the heat of the fire, he goes outside and decides he's going to fire up the generator and just watch movies the rest of the day and just rewarm up. He didn't want to get hypothermic, and being a doctor, he's very cautious about things like that because he knows he's still got

days there bad things could happen if he did. So he goes out, fires up this little generator, little Honda little twenty two hundred, which I think this is about the fourth to fifth time someone has shared that Honda must be making a mint off these little bastards. I might have to check one of them out. He goes out,

fires it up. He's got it on a little platform out back away from the house enough to where the sound doesn't interfere with the little TV and DVD player he has where he watches his favorite movies and seasons of shows or whatever. So since he was going to be inside all day doing that, he fired it up and he's got it going now. As the day progress, he got warmer. Of course, he was changed out and everything.

So he goes outside for a little while and it's getting on into dusk, and he kept getting the creepy feeling like he was being watched. He had heard some weird noises, but again he wasn't a woodsman, so he couldn't pinpoint what he was hearing, so he just chalked

it up to a moose maybe or whatever. As he was going inside, it was dark enough off in the distance to where he could notice that there was something dark over not quite across the lake, but about a quarter away around, because it was a pretty round lake. About a quarter of the way around across from him, there was this dark object. So he goes inside and gets his flashlight and he beams across there and he sees, I shine, Oh, that must be a moose because it

seemed pretty low to the ground. So he just okay, that's it was just a moose, no big deal, because he had seen moose in the area before, so it was like, eh, he just chalked it up right, goes inside. He watches movies for a little while. It's getting on into pretty dark, and he knows that there's only so much fuel left in the gym narrator, so he wants to go top it off so he could fall asleep watching his movies. So he goes out, He tops it off,

fires it back up. Everything's fine, He's got his flashlight, he's got plenty of slack in his cable and all that goes back inside, and no sooner than he settles down, gets his gear off from being outside, his boots and his coat and stuff, all of a sudden, power goes out and He's like, what the hell you know that is weird? And he goes, I just topped it off. I wonder if it had a little pocketed air in the line. So I'm going to go out bleed the system real quick, no harm, no foul, fire it back up.

So he goes out, and the first thing he knows is when he comes around the back corner of his cabin. Because this is only a ten x twelve little cabin. It was two by six construction, plywood sided, insulated, but he didn't have any dry wall. It was just vapor barrier on the inside. At this point, now, when he goes out, goes around the corner, he just looking at the trail. First thing you want to do is check

to make sure the plug didn't fall out. But he noticed the line was taunt was slacked just a little bit ago. So what he does is, I was weird. Maybe my platform vibrated. Because this is what's going on in his head at the time. Vincent was very methodical when he was sharing this stuff. He just figured the little platform he built for the thing, he just used

old dunnage underneath, and he figured it vibrated. The little generator vibrated and little thing collaps pulled away, right, makes sense, So he goes back over there and he notices there's no generator none. So he's what the immediately, hair stands up on the back of his neck. He's feeling watched. He's looking around. He's doing this kind of one eighty just going around, looking around the immediate area. He doesn't

notice anything. And then he moves his flashlight up. Now where his little generator set was just a little bit around the corner of this little I call him islands of black spruce. There was about five or six black spruce all in a little group, and he had the platform just around to where it pushes the sound out away from the cabin. So he looks up. Now this is fifteen feet away. He looks up and beams into

that little cluster of trees. Now from where he was just around a little corner, he's almost facing back towards his cabin. Okay, And when he beams and looks, there's eye shine. He said, the eye shine was roughly about a foot apart. This thing was towering almost to the tops of these trees. And he estimated those trees to be at least twelve foot tall. And this eye shine was right there, and this thing gruffed, ooh, let out this low, bellowing growl. He said he felt it in

the ground and in his chest. He was out there without his gun. He was just out there to fix the generator. So immediately he hunkers down and is trying to figure out what the hell is going on here, because he said he was in shock instantly. He just couldn't accept what was going on. It wasn't making sense in his mind. So he said, as he was sitting there, just stuck and flabbergasted, he found himself whirling around, and he said he didn't even realize he was running until

he was inside the cabin. So his fight or flight kicked in, and while he's trying to assess what's going on, his body says, screw you, we're out of here, right, Because he was gone, He doesn't remember going from staring at this thing to being inside. From that point to inside was all a blur. He still doesn't know. He remembers a weird noise. He chalked it up to maybe a scream, but he was so panic stricken it was all a blur, right, So he gets inside, he slams

the door. He's doing everything he can. It's dark inside right. All he has is this flashlight. So once he's got the door shut, he had already built a little gun racked, so he puts that up there is basically his locking system in case of bear was trying to enter at some point, but he said he was on the floor shaking, like what the hell, What the hell? He said, he gathered up his guns. The generator was gone, so he

doesn't know what the hell to do. He's sitting there, squirming around on the floor a little ways, he said, He's not sure how much time had passed, but just as he was pulling himself together, all of a sudden wham, the whole place just shakes and it was a whoa. The backside of the wall where whatever hit. He turned and pointed, and the wall was pushed in a little bit, had a weird shape to it in the corner of a box, kind of looked to it because it was

pushed in really good. He was like, what the hell. He ended up staying up all night, not being able to sleep because of what's going on. Wee hours of the morning when this light out, it's quiet, He's looking out the windows. He doesn't see anything. He's got his gun, so he's going to go and inspect. His curiosity is getting him. He's freaked out. He doesn't know what this freaking huge thing was behind the tree. He goes out behind the cabin there and there's the little Honda generator smashed.

This thing had thrown the generator into the back wall of the cabin so hard, basically left a huge impression of the generator in the back wall. It didn't compromise the building, but it cracks some of the studs. I build homes, Trust me, there's certain forces involved for them to get their rating and whatnot. And for that impact you're talking about a lot of force. Well over three thousand foot pounds are better, especially with it being skinned.

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So as he was going through trying to like, what the hell is this shit. As he's doing that, one of the windows drapes was open behind him, and so he was facing a small table and he was looking at a map. For whatever reason. He was trying to figure out if I have to leave on foot sooner, is there a route? Basically said, he was going over so many different scenarios. He was just panic, he said. As he was looking at this map, he's using the natural daylight of the open window behind him, and all

of a sudden, it gets dark. So he was like, what the hell. He turns around and this thing is leaning down looking in the window at him. Freaked him the hell out. Man. He immediately grabbed the pistol off the table, turned around and started firing through his own window. This thing was gone. He fired through the window as it was moving out of the way of the window. He's freaking out. He doesn't know what to do, which

I totally understand, totally understand. So what he ends up doing is backing up into the farthest corner, sat there, got a hold of the rifle, lit the stove, wanted to keep the stove going. He thought maybe the smoke coming out of the chimney would drive it away. He was spitballing. He didn't really have any idea whether it work or not. It's just smoke coming out of a stack. But in that moment, he was so freaked out he was reaching for anything. He had gotten his bare spray out.

He said. He was basically set back into the corner, rifle across his lap pistol. On top of that, He said he sat there and was petrified for at least a day and a half. He said it was about midday when he came out of his panic fright, his fog, as he called it. He said it was a severe brain fog. He comes out of it and decides, you know what, I gotta make sure I'm okay. I'm going to make a stand. I got a rifle, I got a pistol. I gotta make sure I stand my ground

with whatever this is. Otherwise I'm done. So as he goes out the door, he said he would take a step and then half step back, a step and a half step back because he's panic stricken. He said he wasn't right. He shouldn't have been carrying guns at that point, but he had to defend himself. He was assessing himself, as you're in a panic state, you're probably a liability

to yourself. He goes around that little trail he had packed down over the last few years to where the generator stuff is, because that's basically where it opens up, and he can see a little further. He gets around back there and he's peaking around the corner, peeking around the corner and across the lake in this lake is probably he guessed Tomate's about half mile long. It's almost a big circle. He said. It had also been referred to as like a frying pan lake, and moose Lake

and whatever lake. People have their own names for these lakes up here. As he's looking around, the screen comes from way across the lake. He said, he damn near went fetal position because he was hyperventilating. He was not doing good, so he pulls himself together and realize, I need to get back inside. This thing is still mad about whatever. I need to get back inside before it gets over here. So he goes back inside. Now remember

this is midday. So he gets inside and he's got both drapes open on the head opposing windows, one on one side, one on the other. One was larger and the one he shot through was a little smaller. So as he was sitting there, he realized that window's compromised. I need to do something about that window. And he knew just outside the door he had some plywood and stuff that he would put onto the outside, and so

he figures, Okay, you know what I'll do. I'm gonna grab the board that belongs on the outside to keep bears out. I'm going to go and attach it while I still can, while it's daylight, it's open view, and I know it's way over there. So he just grabs his pistol, puts it in the holster, and goes out the door and gets his board, goes around and as

he's attaching it. He just gets done attaching it, and a wet slump of grassy stuff from the edge of the lake just smacks and hits so hard it kind of sticks there for a minute before gravity and the weight of it just falls to his feet. And so he turns around and looks, and off to his right in some brush, he said, it is about one hundred yards away. The thing was standing there behind some brush looking at him. He couldn't make out facial features at

that distance. He could just tell it was staring a hole through him. Right. He was thankful that he had gotten that board up. He ran back inside. Now that window is the only one that was facing that direction, so now he has no eyes on this thing. When he gets back inside, he said he regretted putting the board up just momentarily, until a moment later. He said it seemed like his focus was at the door and that where he put that board up to see if anything else was going to hit it, and the window

behind him. It got dark again. He said, his blood went cold, and he slowly turned around because he had just set the pistol done. He had no guns in his hand, and the guns were actually right near the base of this window, on this little table. So when he turns around and looks, there's this thing again. But it's so silhouetted and dark. He can't make out any facial features. He said, he felt like he was being studied, like he was behind a little aquarium glass and someone

was visiting the zoo. That those are his words. He said. This thing stood there. He could slightly see movement of the face every once in a while, but he was in shock looking at this thing. I asked him. I was like, is there anything defining a color or anything, and he said, nah, it was all dark. It was a silhouette. He said. A couple times when it moved, he caught a little glint of eyeshine from just the daylight, but not like a glowing eye shine with a flashlight,

but just a glint of light off the eye. That's the best description he could give. He said. He stood there. That thing would go from peeking in to moving fully in front, to peeking in from the other side. He said, it looked like it was examining the inside of the cabin, and he just happened to be there. That's how he felt. He felt like this thing sweated him, not and it was this more almost this little hairless thing, just doing that number and going from side to side of this window.

He said, he doesn't know how long it did that. He said he sat down Indian style, and at one point when it was moving across, he leaned forward, grabbed his rifle, slid it over and just had it near him. He said, the sheer size of this thing, because the window was a four foot wide, and I think he said it was five foot tall, so this thing, when it would go in front of the window, it would eclipse it, so it was at least four foot wide.

He's assessing the mass and all this stuff, right, and he's sitting here and shot doing all this, just trying to wrap his mind around it, right, And he was like, no way do I want to use this rifle either. Again, he doesn't remember how long it went on, but it continued for a while and then it moved out of sight and then it got still. It was quiet. He said. He sat there probably an hour after it had finally moved away, went and looked out the window, saw nothing.

Sat there the rest of the night, scooted over beside the pot belly stove because the stove was between him and that broken window, and the other window was across from him and his little counter and where his little armchair was, and the table with his DVD playering, little TV and stuff was all right there. And he said he sat there throughout the rest of that day until the next day. Once it was about mid morning, he said, finally he had to get out, breathe some air, and

look around. He said it was the hardest steps he ever took to unlatch that door and go out. He said he was having freak outs, panic attacks, like he would go back in slam the door. He said. It took about five or six times to get out onto the little landing of a porch he had, and just look around and breathe a little bit. Then he went

back inside. The following day, he heard the buzz of the plane because his buddy would come early in the morning, hang out, fish for some trout in the lake or whatever, hang out, just bs for a little bit before they would take off, to give themselves enough time to fly

out of there before it gets dark. He hears the buzz of the plane and he knows his friend's coming, so he grabs his important stuff, nothing else, just his important stuff, rifle, pistol, put on his little rain jacket because it was sprinkling, but it wasn't socked in, so he knew his friend could land. His friend lands, He's out there to meet him on the little floating dock because there was his last trip there. Normally they pulled the little floating dock out together so it doesn't freeze

into the pond and get all screwed up. He said. His friend landed and got to the little dock and was all cheerful, Hey buddy, he was like, let's go. His friend saw his face and was like, are you okay. Being a doctor, he's examining him because he was so pale. He thought he had injured himself, and so he's trying to assess his buddy. And meanwhile, Vincent said he was climbing over his friend to get into the plane. And I only laughed because he laughed. I'm not trying to

disrespect the sheer terror of that. So he says he's literally pushing his friend out of the way, almost pushed him into the water, saying, get the hell out of my way, let's go. Obviously something's going on. His friend, he said, stood there, looked around, nothing was happening, shook his head and just pushed off, fired up and they took off, and he told his friend about it on

the flight back to Anchorage. His friend initially chuckled what and asked him like, were you eating mushrooms or something? And Vincent was like, look, this is what happened, and went back through it again, and his friend realized, Hey, my friend is not just jerking me around, he's being sincere told him about the generator, the eye shine, to sink, peeking in and all that. His friend feels horrible because he sold him the property, but he had never had

a chance to really hang out there. That's why he sold it, because he wasn't making use of it and he's getting ready to leave state. It was one of those things to where he shared with this friend his doctor buddy ended up leaving or whatever. Not too long after that, Vincent went down the rabbit hole, as a lot of people do about these creatures, stumbled across my website somehow going through the rabbit hole or whatever, and then saw it was all Alaskan based and reached out

and shared. And I want to thank Vincent. He almost didn't because of his profession. I assured him, Hey, dude, I won't give any information that'll jeopardize your career, especially being in the position you are, being a doctor. It's one of those things that's inexplicable. You can't explain it. It's so random in nature. He's not sure what he's going to do as far as the property is concerned. He has no interest in it at this moment. He said he'd get a hold of me if that changes,

and maybe go out there with him sometime. That's definitely a possibility. It was a back and forth. One minute he'd be laughing about a certain scenario, and the next minute he was on the verge of tears. It's very traumatic for these people who go through this. It's one thing to share to the encounter. It's another thing. There's humanity behind it. These are people. These are people. Some of them are regularly in the comments and stuff. But people are affected by this stuff, and not in a

good way. Grant you. This thing sounded overall curious. Maybe was upset by the noise of the generator. We could speculate on that shit all day. However, the fact is this thing actively was accosting him, It was actively looking in on him, It actively threw shit at him. Thank you, Vincent, Thank you for sharing what I wanted to share. With you today. It's a bit disturbing. David. This was approximately forty years ago. He went with his uncle to check

out his grandpa's his uncle's dad cabin. David had lost his dad when he was an infant. Never knew his dad, but his uncle was there for him to show him out to be a man and everything that type of thing. This particular cabin they were going to check on. No one had been to in Let's see, this is forty years ago, so it's been about seventy years now, but at the time it was only thirty years that no one had been to this place. He still owns that property,

so never been there. The uncle going it was something new to the uncle and something new to David. David was approximately ten years old. He remembers it vividly. He has not to share the exact location. Let's just say it's between the Brooks Range and the y K Telta. We'll just leave it at that. It's in Alaska, though, we'll just leave it at that. So David goes with his uncle. The easiest way they figured was to go in the wintertime. It was after first freeze up, after

first good snowfall. They took off on the antiquated snow machines of the time, there wasn't a lot to choose from. It takes them quite a while to get to this cabin. Now, from what David was saying. Along the way, when they take breaks and stuff, his uncle would be telling them stories that he had heard from his grandpa, his uncle's dad about this particular area. And now there's Harryman activity. So David it was like, okay, what's the hairy man?

And his uncle would tell him. It said that he'll steal you, eat you, and so on.

like facing the cabin. He said the door was off to the left little waves. Inside was a big window just passed the door on the left, smaller window on the right, and a very small window in the back where this little kitchen area was set up. He said, when you go in, the roof was clapsed up towards the front, and there was an old pot belly stove that had no door and no lower chamber door to control a fire or whatever. It was just basically a doorless pot belly stove. There was still stove pipe, but

it wasn't connected. It long since rusted through and all that kind of stuff. When we got there, his uncle was very disappointed. Of course, he was hoping for something a little more structurally sound, but it was what it was. They brought supplies, they download everything because there's holes and the roof on that particular side and no door. His uncle just basically moved that potbellied stove over to the area where it was open up above and just lit a fire in there, just as a place to keep

the flames from the walls. Whatever. He just used that pot belly stove and it starts the fire. They get that going and they got their supplies in there. His uncle and him are looking around through all the debris because over the years, with the door off and the windows broke, the wind would swirl through and it looked like someone had been in there. He had no clue.

So as he's sitting there with his uncle trying to figure out what's what, if there's anything worth keeping, one of the old bunks was still intact and was inside the door off to the right, and his uncle had moved it and it collapsed over and he just drug it out of the way to put that potbellied stove there. It was approximately midday, but in the wintertime, it was

already getting dark. David remembers his uncle saying, go get the rifles out of the sled and bring those in, because in the wintertime, you really don't worry about bears. This maily moose, you got to worry about trumpling your ass. David does as he's told. He brings in the rifles. They make sure they're loaded, they're out of the case or lean up against the wall easy to get to, and his uncle's okay. He starts the process of making

this dinner. He had brought pre made meals, basically had to warm them up, so David said, as his uncle was doing that way off in the distance. David heard this weird hawling, and he assumed it was wolves because that's the only thing that made sense to him at the time. So he hears this how and his uncle seems overly concerned. Right, David, as a kid, easily got rifles, will just shoot the stupid wolves that they come. And his uncle's like, no, I don't think that was a wolf.

And David got concerned because his uncle seemed genuinely put out and concerned by what was transpiring. It is weird how way off in the distance, And David said, looking back, it sounded way off in the distance, but it probably wasn't. With the way the snow was blown and the wind it picked up a little bit, it was really hard to pinpoint what direction it came from. It was just that they could hear it. So as his uncle was preparing and heating up this meal, David kept hearing this

howling off in the distance. Now what really started to concern them both is that howling was starting to finish its arc of sound. But the very high pitched, like piercing scream. That's when his uncle really got concerned and started looking around for things to put in front of that door. So what his uncle did was he went

and got the sled detached from the snow machine. He parked the snow machines close to the side, brought the one sled, laid it down crosswise at the bottom of the door, and then leaned the other one up against it like that. So they had some kind of barrier for whatever's trying to come in. There's something that would

slow down at least a little bit. And his uncle was very concerned and started referring back to his dad's warnings about the hairyman, said that some of the stories were that this thing was very aggressive, had been on the roof of this place before. David's grandpa had shot at this thing several times, and it would just leave and eventually come back a couple days later. It was just a constant harassment. It was one of the reasons his grandpa stopped going there was because he could not

enjoy himself there. It was always something going on that was high stress. Right, So as him and his uncle finishes up making the meal, the place isn't overly warm. The pop belly stove's going, but it hasn't warmed the cabin up yet. If anyone's ever been in the cabin in the winter, it takes a few hours to warm up the logs. Like my log home here, it takes a while if i'll let it cool off all the way, it takes a few hours to even with the RiPP brow on fire. So they're huddled close to this pop

belly stove. It's basically twilight, a little darker than twilight, and they're sitting in front of this pot bellied stove with the bruce logs kind of popping a snap. And as he's eating, and he's trying to eat it fast because it's cooling off very fast as they're doing. So his unclehol a sudden jumps up, runs over it, dropped his foot on the ground, grabs one of the rifles, and goes over to that little window because the pop

belly stoves in front of him. His uncle's off to his left hand side, And for whatever reason, his uncle like flashed over to the window real quick, and then all of a sudden, dropped this food, grabbed the rifle and went back and was looking out the window. Then he tells David, hey go to that back far corner

away from the windows. So David was scared. He grabbed the other rifle and went back over into that corner, was sitting there and was just squatted down, leaned into the corner, holding the rifle and just waiting for a cue from his uncle. As he was sitting there, he's focused on his uncle, so he's not really paying attention

to what else is going on. But he starts hearing noises outside and it sounds like crunching snow, and he hears it and he's listening, and it's going all the way around the cabin, but not immediately up on it. He said, it was a little ways away as this

thing circling. His uncle has backed off from the window, and he's got distance between the window and himself, and he's just going like this every once in a while and then lifting it and pointing it back over towards the door, and so on as this thing would come by. From what his uncle was saying, because David, he would ask, hey, what's happening, and he goes, it's just out of you. Because the way the snow was falling, all he saw was this dark figure on two legs circling around about

thirty yards away from this cabin. Now on the back side of the cabin, David said, it was like a big l shape of trees, black spruce, alders and whatnot. Not a whole lot of vegetation, but the most vegetation around was on the back side of the cabin and it was an elf shape. Then there was more vegetation further off, but it was about one hundred yards out

to where there was actual tree line and stuff. So it was basically this cabin was in a meadow, but the upper part of a meadow, so it had a bunch of open area around it except for just behind it. It was like a big at least one hundred yard circle around before the other trees were and stuff. So with the way the snow was falling, he said, this thing was just staying just barely out of you, and his uncle was starting to freak out. He said, about

the fourth pass it had gotten into darkness, right. So all they had was his uncle had some antiquated lamps and stuff like that. They had popped up the little lantern and the white gas lannern and all that. They had all that stuff going. They had two of those going, and his uncle also had one of those old school flashlights right. They were sitting there, David scared to death. He's sitting back in that corner. He doesn't know what's going on because he doesn't fully understand the dynamics, and

his uncle isn't saying a whole lot. He doesn't want David scared or whatever. Right, David being ten, he's trying to absorb all this and not be freaked out. And as they're sitting there, his uncle's looking out that window. His uncle had got himself stuck in that window, so to speak, mentally. He was standing by that window. He was trying to watch out this window on the opposite side where that bigger window was. There was nothing there. There was no window on that one. There was annoyed.

He said. It sounded like chickadee's chirping or some kind of bird, but it was very loud and it was projected into this cabin. So his uncle swings around rope fires right out that window. Scared David, scared the shit out of him. David said, he was standing up and he's holding the rifle, and he's asking, what do I do? What do I do? His uncle says, stay down. This whistling he could hear it, and it's moving around the cabin real fast, but it would fade in and out

with the distance of its running around. He was freaking out because he said the bird whistles were so sharp, so crisp, almost like they were fake. So his uncles ran over to the open window. He's looking out. He can't see nothing. He's using the flashlight. He's looking for eyeshine. There's this too much snowfalling. His uncle starts getting concerned about the snow machines that are right outside that window,

right along the edge of the cabin there. So he tells David, go over by that pot bellied stove, make sure your rifle's loaded, keep it ready, and keeping eye out that window. That's all fine and good, but remember it's getting very dark outside very fast. The window David's at, the only intact one, is giving a mirrored effect from the little bit of light and the lanterns in there,

so he's not able to see anything. So as he's standing there, he's just holding the rifle and trying to figure out, I can't see nothing, and so he's just basically posted up there. And he said he was about two feet away from the window just looking around, but again with the mirrored of fact going. He was so scared.

He was scared to tell his uncle, I can't see nothing out this one thow because his uncle just kept every once a while raising his rifle and it looked like he was about to shoot, so David would shy away from it or whatever. And then they hear the whistling again. And at this point it's off to his uncle's left where they had the one sled and then the other one leaned up, and that was to the

outside of the little cabin there. And when they heard that whistle, his uncle banged a rifle barrel against the framework of the broken out window because he had the rifle outside. When he banged, whatever made noises, crunching the snow running away, David said. At that point he freaked and ran back into that corner and told his uncle he couldn't. He couldn't. His uncle said, no, that's fine,

you're okay. So what his uncle did was got below the tiny window next to David where this little counter used to be. It was all busted down. There's a

little bit of debris and stuff. But as they were sitting there, his uncle finally was moving some of the debris and realized there's an old piece of this like plywood type material, and he pulled that up and went and put that in front of the door, and then he found some other stuff and just set it up on the window seal of that big broken open window just as some kind of early warning system knock it over. Whatever his old coffee cans or oil cans or something.

David doesn't quite remember because everything was so freaky. As he was sitting there back in that corner, he was feeling like he was being watched as his uncle setting up these cans in the window. He said he could have swore he looked past his uncle to where those sleds were and he saw eyes looking There's a bunch of slats in the sled, and he said he could have swore he saw red eyeshine in between some of these slats, moving back and forth, kind of looking higher

up on the sled. As that was going on, he was just barely breathing because he said he was freaked out the whole time. He was thinking, I never shot this rifle. I hope I don't have to shoot this rifle. I hope my uncle can deal with this. Once that's all done, he tells his uncle what he thought he saw, and his uncle said, don't worry about it. We're gonna sit here. You stay still. When I need to feed

the fire, I'll go over there and feed it. They had brought probably a few cubic feet of firewood, and it was all kindling size, just to start a bigger fire, basically. But his uncle would feed that little potbellied stove very

once in a while. The one particular part of the roof in that back corner behind the stove and next to the window, David said, it had a pretty good size missing portion of it, like it had just rotted away over the years or whatever, and it was basically an opening and that's where the smoke was going out

or whatever. He said. His uncle was putting wood one of the times he was feeding it, and his uncle looked up and then reached down and grabbed his rifle and quickly slung it and bow fired a shot up out right, and immediately scurried back over next to Dave and told David, point your gun over at the door and be ready. David's freaking out. He's a kid, he's ten years old, he said, he was so nervous and

so scared. He could barely hold that rifle up, and he was putting it under his arm against the back wall and just basically holding the front of the rifle. Didn't even have his finger on the trigger, but he was showing a united front even though he really didn't have the strength to hold the rifle that long. It was real heavy. He doesn't remember what caliber it was,

but it was an old rifle. And he was sitting there and as he's doing that with his uncle retreated next to him, his uncle kept worried about that hole, and he was like, we're defenseless. We got multiple places. The think could come through David every once in a while because his uncle was so agitated. Every once while he had asked, is the harry Man trying to get us? And his uncle would say, I don't know. I don't know so far. It's just watching us. It's watching us.

So be aware. If you see any eye shine, shoot at the eye shine. David said, okay, but he was incapable at that time. He wasn't even holding the trigger. He was just holding the rifle on the four stalk. Rifle was under his arm and pressed up against the wall behind him, so he's just holding it. His uncle after a minute recognized what he was doing and just left him alone. His uncle was really good to him and didn't like to overpressure him or anything like that.

Davis said. As the night wore on, he started getting tired, and he told his uncle, I'm so tired, and it's cold because the little potbelly stove had cold down a little bit and there's some embers in there. His uncle went over and basically, even though it was small and was still really heavy, so his uncle struggle got it over closer to them, had it turned away from him so it wasn't messing with their night vision. He ended

up killing the lamps and started a fire. As David was warming up his hands by the stove, with the way the opening of the pot bellied stove had been turned away from them, he kept seeing a twinkle over by this basically open door with the sledge laned against it. He kept seeing a twinkle and it was right in between the eye slabs and.

just gone, with this hoalacious scream running off. Now, once that happens, it got dead quiet, and it seemed like even the snow, the wind from the snow stopped. He said, it was so early quiet, it was scary, scary. Then all of a sudden, he said, it had to have been within ten minutes, a boom. Something hit cabin hard. He said, it hit so hard that part of the

roof sunk in a little more. And his uncle was shocked, jumped up with the flashlight that he had, of course antiquated technology, but it was light nonetheless, So he goes over the window because when whatever hit the cabin knocked a little early warning system of those oil cans and coffee cans out of that window runs over and looks out and he's peering around, doesn't see anything, and then all of a sudden he notices it was a piece of tree about ten foot long, he said, as his

uncle was looking. His uncle fell to the ground real quick and was pointing the rifle out the window. And there was another big bam that near where David was, but on the opposite side of the cabin wall. Freaked him out. He jumped up, ran to the other corner, let the rifle over across the way, and his uncle was like, grab your gun, grab your gun. So he does. He runs back over, grabs a gun, goes back over

to the opposite corner and is scared, real scared. His uncle's still on the ground pointing the gun out the window. He's got the open door basically within a couple feet of him, with that little sled in front of it. And so his uncle slowly gets up and works his way back over to where David is. Now they're in the opposite corner. As they're sitting there, David said, his

uncle started mumbling some stuff to himself. As his uncle was mumbling, it seemed like he caught on that his uncle was saying a prayer and the more his uncle was saying a prayer, the more violent the activity became. He said that he was doing a rosary or something. Because his uncle was Catholic, he was reciting something or another. David couldn't really make it out. He just knew it

was religious in context. And all of a sudden, above the corner at the roofline where David was the whole time, up until when the logs started hitting, it started banging on the back side of that corner. Just damn that little window, what was left of it, comes crashing in. He saw a hand reaching in, he said. When the hand reached in and was reaching into that opposite corner where David was, he said, the arm was real long, and had he still been sitting there, it may have

been able to get a hold of him. As that's going on, his uncle shoots it in the arm. This thing rips its arm back out of there real fast. They hear noise in the snow moving away. All of a sudden, his uncle turns and fires again over where that opening was in the ceiling. David said, at that point he mustered the courage to start shouldering the rifle. He checked it and his uncles giving him quick instruction, just work the bolt. There's a bullet in there, the

safety's right there. In essence, say a there, And his uncle kept reciting this prayer, so he got quiet for a while. It'd been quite long enough that he had knotted off for a little bit when he woke up that potbellied stove and his uncle had moved it more closer to them to keep them warm, have some kind of fire going. When he woke up to the crackburn of the wood, he felt a weird sense of peace.

He forgot where he was briefly in those moments when you're waking up in his awe, and then he realized, oh, we're still here. At this point, there's the slightest bit of light change outside in the wintertime in Alaska, it's a long process believing you'd catch a glimmering, and it's just slow burned. So his uncle's over by the door. The sled at the bottom was no longer there. He has no idea where, when, or how come it was gone. It was just his uncle standing in the doorway, looking

off to the left. So David stands up, he grabs a rifle, and he goes and stands by his uncle and he's like, hey, uncle, what's going on. Where's the sled? And he goes, I don't no, it just disappeared. It got snapped. As they're talking through that bigger window where he had the cans set up, coffee cans and oil cans off or they could tell it was a ways a way, but they heard bird whistles again. Now the breeze had stopped, but it's still snowing pretty good. The

bird whistles were very loud. When they heard that, his uncle took a couple steps back, turned and was looking out the window and he said, that's when his uncle said, get back in the corner. It started freaking out. Get back in the corner. Get back in the corner is basically shooting them back into that corner. No sooner than they get in that corner, cub boom, there was another

hit against the wall. Come to find out, David found this out years later from his uncle before he passed that the reason he shoot him is because his uncle could see something because of the white snow was we had basically illuminating any light there was. It was amplifying any light because of the white snow. He could see something dark coming through the snow towards them, and that's when he shoot David off into the corner. Now, it's

not night vision any alaskins snow. You know, when it's snow on the ground in the wintertime, even if it's pitch black out, you could still get a slight glow from the snow. That'll give you a little bit of night vision, just the slightest bit to where you can notice shadows and darkness and whatnot a little better. So once the thump happens, he said it was a solid thump. It may have happened more than once. He was really

freaked out by it. But he squatted down and his uncle just shoots the wall basically where this thumping is going on, shoots the wall. They hear some noise and then they hear running around, and basically his uncle grabbed a bunch of boets, put in his pocket, reloaded the rifle he was using. Basically was going from He shot out the one window and would turn and would shoot out the other window. And this was basic potshots in every direction. He could find out the roof, out the

windows everywhere, just popping shots. Every so often, he pops some shots, told David, give me that rifle. Under the hatch of one of the snow machines, there was this little compartment for a little tool bag. That's where his uncle kept his extra rounds. So he tells David, hold on to my rifle. I'm gonna take this one. I'm gonna go grab those extra bullets because it's getting lighter and lighter. His uncle goes out there, gets the extra bullets,

comes back in. As he comes back in through behind him, David's looking at his uncle, and as his uncle comes through the threshold of the door, he sees something dark just right behind him. Cut cross and goes look out, and his uncle turns around, looks all of a sudden, the snow machine closest to the window underneath the window, and then the other one was closer towards the corner. He said, all of a sudden, through that window where his uncle was staying by, he saw the snow machine

flip over. Freaked him out because he had accidentally tipped that snow machine before, and for him, as a ten year old, it was super heavy. Any of his uncle's helped to tip it back up. This thing just flung it basically about twenty feet or so. He didn't realize it was twenty feet until I got lighter out and they were leaving. His uncle freaks and shoots out the window a couple more times, retreats over by David and reload's rifle, puts the extra rounds in his pocket, ready

to go, and it continues to get lighter. And as it got lighter, he said about thirty minutes before everything stopped altogether. That bird chirping was just a constant, like constantly chirpping. You could hear it out through one window, then you could hear it through another, and it was like this thing was moving around making that noise every

so often. And then once it got light enough and his uncle could clearly see what the help of the snow reflecting lighter, his uncle was able to make a couple of accurate shots towards this thing when he would see it. And then finally it just went away. So David, being dead dog tired, he was like, I want to go home. I'm going to go home, and his uncle's like, yeah, we're going home. So he says, you stay in here. I'm gonna go check the snow machine because the one

got flipped. So his uncle goes out, sets it back up, and what had happened is when this thing had flipped it over, it had landed just right and it slipped the track. And his uncle didn't have the time nor the proper tools to fix that because it basically it warped the rear end where that snow machine wasn't going to be usable until it was fixed. And so his uncle went out, fired up the one that was untouched, got the snow off it, or whatever got that going.

Circled around a couple times with his rifle looking, made a bigger circle in the bigger circle, looking to see if he could see this thing, and it wasn't there. So he goes back over the one sled they could find. One of the runners was broken, but it was together enough. His uncle put what stuff he wanted to take with into that sled, told David to hop into the sled. Told David, as we're going down the trail, if you see anything anything moving at all, you better shoot it,

Just shoot it. David said he's never forget those words because of how his uncle had a fierce look in his eye of determination. You gotta understand me. You got to shoot this thing if you see it. They go down the trail, and the main part that David was worried about. He knew the trail that came in was pretty narrow and it was a good distance. It was at least a few hundred yards. His uncle was worried

about that too. So when they're heading out, it's steadily getting lighter, but once you hit the canopy of the trees, it's pretty dark. As far as seeing around you. You can see the ground in front of you just find but seeing around you gets a lot harder. It's all shadows. So as they go through the trail on the way out, David is scared to death. He doesn't know what to do. He's pointing out everything. His uncle has his rifle ready

to go too. He has arrested by the butt stock, by his foot pinned against the sledge so it doesn't fall off, and resting on the inside between his leg in the seat. He's trying to drive the snub machine. Just as they were getting towards the end of this trail, his uncle could see where it opens up in front of him, and just as they were getting to that point,

something moved across the trail. From left to right. David'll never forget because he saw it too, because when his uncle came just around his little turn, it was at the apex of that turn where David was in a sled and could see down the trail as well see what his uncle saw. David saw it cross as well, and his uncle immediately stood up boom, put a couple shots off that direction, and they heard a scream and

no noise to what's moving away real fast. His uncle says, hold on and guns it got on out of there. They hit the clearing and it was a good couple miles of clear open tundra that they're going across, and so on the way out they heard screams off in the distance once or twice, but it was clearly they're creating distance. Once he got closer to back home, his

uncle said, I'll talk to everyone about this. It'd be best if you didn't mention it, because again, there's a lot of superstition involved, and he explained some of the things it could bring a bad home and a family member could die, So let's just not talk about it. I'll talk to who I need to when I have to about it. And so that's where it stayed. I want to thank David for sharing that, because it was the first he had ever shared it with us, and

strictly for the public safety thing. In the last couple of years. He said that he finally started looking into it because that superstition was so strong. He didn't want to bring any bad omens on the family or whatever. And I totally understand. I started somewhere and there, based in some reality after looking around. Me and him have been corresponding via email here and there, and finally we're able to talk a few times. He was able to

give me the finer details of what happened. I want to thank him because it wasn't easy to come forward. It's not easy for Alaska Natives to come forward and share these things because of that superstition. For one, and for two, a lot of them say, why waste my breath with the gus socks. They don't listen, they don't want to hear it. We'll catch you guys on the next one.