SO EP:669 The Hand on the Tent

was it was? Standing enough? I'm out here looking through the window now and I don't see anything. I don't want to go outside. Jesus Quice, you better New York. Hello, get somebody out here when I'm out there. I thought of a bit of about tick what nine? I don't know? Easy him out there. Yeah, I'm booking right head.

no longer engaged. What in the path news. He had been going to the spot for twenty four years, every year, same time of year, never had an issue ever, not even weird al hoots, none of that stuff to standard Alaskan critters, no big deal. Since he's freshly engaged at this point, he decided, you know what, I've been doing this, it's a passion. I'm going to bring her in on it, get her laced up, basically, get her on board with

his yearly routine. He's used to spending a couple of weeks every year out there just doing his thing, not necessarily hunting, but getting out backpacking, exploring the area, trying to photograph wildlife, caribou, etc. Just outdoors the stuff. Not necessarily out to kill anything, although he was armed. It's Alaska. Everything wants to get shit. They make it out. They're just south of the Dnnaley Highway and on the motorized side.

He had given me the place. When I interview on my I let him explain what ends up happening is they get there, they get set up, no issues. First couple of nights, it's great. She's really digging his Alaskan lifestyle. Now he's an important He's not First Nations, but in Alaskan. To me, if you've been up here for a few years and you've gone through the winter bs, you're own LASKI. I'm trying to put my mind's eye in his situation.

So he's got this newbie to the woods. I think she was originally from Connecticut, used to the woods there, non issue. So first couple of nights it's nothing. They go on to hike. The third morning, they're on this hike and they've already hiked that place five six times already in the last couple of days, because they just go out for an hour at a time or so, staying close to camp. The bears were on the move, so they didn't want to necessarily be out too much,

but they didn't want to just sit there. So on their excursion, just as they were getting away from camp, just out of sight, third morning, they hear a long, moaning groan. It sounded like something really big, basically sobbing.

It is what he said it sounded like, he said, it couldn't have been too far away, but they couldn't pinpoint exactly where because where they were at there was a bunch of trees wrapped around, so they couldn't pinpoint because of how things were hacking around in this little meadow. So he figured, say, bet, let's just get back to camp. He didn't bring his firearm with them on the excursions,

as Beyonce was against him. He gets back to camp, he gets his firearm out and leans it against the little makeshift table they had there, and they started making breakfast. The morning run. Their morning. They going about their way. It'd been about he said, three hours passed. Now it's plenty daylight. It's not dark and menacing or anything, but all the sound goes away. He said. He was struggling to even hear the cracklo of the little fire they had going to boil up to mix some cowboy coffee.

Having dealt with that pressure that kills all sound, it's different. Some people have experienced it, some haven't. Those who haven't, you recognize it immediately, but you don't know what it is. You just know it's provoking some kind of fear. He said when that happened. He was in the middle of packing up or cleaning up some of the utensils that they had made their breakfast with just a little bit ago. So he assumed, what's probably a bear smell breakfast is

coming in. They had prepackaged all their food just to basically warm it up. But it's still put the scent of the food in here. It's not like he was out there frying, bake it over an open flame or anything like that. He gets cleaning stuff up and keeping an eye on, telling her, hey, just listen for any strange movements in the woods. We want to be bear aware. So she puts on these little bells on her ankles

that jingle when they walk. I call them dinner bells for bears, but anyway, people use them and they swear by them. The bear. Here's the bell it takes off. She gets those on. There's still a route camping that's too ominous at this point. He doesn't even have bigfoot Harryman, Saswa, whatever you want to call it, on his mind. It never, not once in the twenty something years he's been going to this place, has it ever been an issue that happens for a lot of people. They go year after year,

never had an experience. You could tell them your experience and they'd be like, I've been out there twenty something years. Ain't not never happen? You're full of it. That type of thing, which is me to each his own. If some people, if they haven't seen it, they won't accept it. I respect that. I get that. As they're sitting there and he's trying to explain to her, it's very important that you beyond your wits when it comes to the woods because if there's a bar circling when we don't

see it, it may come after you. It may view you as the weaker of the tube since you're smaller, and pounce on you. So be aware of that. And his fiance wasn't having none of that shit. She was like, screw that on no one's meal. Let's go. He was like, look, okay, I don't want to call it a trip though, Let's just move somewhere else. She goes, okay, we'll move somewhere else. Okay, So they pack everything up, we're feelings the side or whatever.

They decide, we'll just go down. We'll go down to Swede Lakes, which is further down the din Naley Highway going forwards packs and not too far from the Volcano River incident. Coincidentally, same area. You got to go the same direction to get there. There's multiple trails, but the main ones from that gravel parking lot where the guy ran out. So they make it to Sweet Lakes a little later on. It was going on dusk, so they had enough time. They set up and camped out in

that parking lot. The first night uneventful, talking to people coming and going, photographers whatnot, having a great time. She lose, she calmed back down, was telling everyone, Oh, there was a barrier further up towards cansl Wheeds, get out down here. I suffice both of them because they really didn't have

anything to go on outside of that. Now, it's quite a distance that they went from where they were to Swede Lakes, so no visual, no confirmation on whatever was going on in his original spot, the same spot he had been going to for twenty something years, so bear aware. They continue out the next morning, they make it to Sweet Lakes. Once you get back there, it's hard to

explain that she'd been there. There's a part of the trail that kind of has this weird kind of zigzag to it, and over the years people have made little care site areas, so they picked one of those, about one hundred and fifty yards from the main part of the lake. They get set up. It's going on into getting dark, so they got a good fire going and everything's going great. She's calmed down from the bare things. She no longer wants to run away from the woods.

It's his fiance. He doesn't want her to not like the woods because then he knows he has to make it out every year, and that's just going to create some kind of tension. So he's very happy she's back in it. When they get their fire going and everything's calmed down, they're enjoying some adult beverages and just relaxing

and enjoying. Man, it's beautiful, from what he was saying, was beautiful app and they were just enjoying the evening, and on the far side of the lake they hear that same groaning, moaning type of sound, same tight, not exactly the same, he said. It was a little higher pitched, but it was similar in rhythmic. However, the sound went so that immediately peaked both interest because they just left the campsite that they were at because of this noise

and the weird feeling. So they're trying to figure out what's going on with these weird noises. We're way over there and now we're hearing something somewhere over here. This was late August twenty seventeen is when this occurred. As they're discussing with each other, Hey, you know what, do you think this could possibly be one of the other campers. I was a little further down, he said, was walking by going to get something because the people had parked

their four wheelers up. He was going to resupply with something, and he asked, hey, did you notice that sound across the lake? And he goes, yeah, it's been going on for a couple of days now. We went looking forward earlier today. We couldn't pinpoint where the noise was coming from, but every time we would leave the area, we would hear it again. Thought and of itd okay. So these guys have been here unmolested for a couple of days with this going on, so we're good, we're safe. They

continue around the campfire, they're doing their thing. They're getting the feeling good behind their campsite. He said, less than seventy feet, he would guess to Ma, they heard a big crack that immediately cut their attention. It was such a loud crack that the campers further down, same guy that they had seen came back that direction a little

while later, asking hey, what was that noise? We heard that crack way over there, and they're like, yeah, it was about seventy feet back there, And the guy was like, Hey, why don't we go check it out to make sure that it's not a rogue bear, young male, little four year old just out causing trouble. We could be prepared running off now before we're in bad early does it? Yeah, I'm game. So he gets his rifle and his fiance wants none of this shit. She's dead set against him

basically trying to run off a potential issue. She's dead set against it. He's not feeling that at all. He feels there's gonna be some problems because she's not outdoorsy. She's very susceptible to freak out. She doesn't know ask it, she's not accustomed to this stuff. So him and this guy Eric and this guy they go and they check out the area and it's on in the dark. So they're using their flashlights and the one guy had a spotlight and they're going through and they're looking and there's

nothing to miss. And then they fired a broken birch sapling head. It was about three inch in diameterans a birch is a hardwood, so this tree was alive and about six feet up. It was broke, like someone broke it down and it was laid out. So they're sitting there inspecting it. Wow, that bear must have just stood up on it, pushed or something that knocked it over. They heard that groaning noise again, that's not bear light, but it's between them and Eric's tent. Now it was

real low, real subtle, but they both heard it. Now they both turn around and they don't want to have to fire in that direction, so they start flanking to their left so if they do have to shoot at a bear, they wouldn't have his tent his campsite as a crossfire in the backdrop that type of thing, which a very smart to do. So they're cutting around to

the left. That noise is mirroring them moving off to their right, so that they're making this little bit of a kind of a circle thing and they're like bears don't typically do that. They're kind of looking at each other. Let's just get out into the open because they're in some pretty thick rush and stuff. They wanted to get out in the open and give themselves room to see do whatever they got to do. So as they get back to the campsite. His fiancees in the tent, she

won't come out. She heard everything going on. She heard them talking in the woods because it was echoing right back out to her, and she said, we're not staying here. He said, look, it's on in the dark. We're several miles from the parking lot. To get out of here hanging there. Will get out first light. We'll just leave. We'll go back to my place in Anchorage. She said, okay, but first light. As soon as there's a sliver of light, we're out of here. She is full blown not having it.

Ain't never gonna come back, she stated as much. And Eric is feeling sick inside because he knows he needs this outlet he molds to be able to go out in the woods. He's been doing it for twenty something years. It's in his blood. At this point. I don't mean to make light of it. I've lost relationships over similar stuff being in the woods, and people just can't hang with it. Not everyone's built for the outdoors, even if they really like the idea of it, in practice it

sometimes doesn't work. So this cerenum this morning is still going wrong. While she's complaining about wanting to get the hell out of there, and so Eric and this guy, the guys, hey, there's about five six of us over here. Why don't you get your stuff and just come on over and we'll stay as a group. His girlfriend his fiance immediately times in I'm not going to hang out with a bunch of strangers over some silly noise in

the woods. Me I would have been like, shut up, pack up, let's go with the group, but he wanted to salvage what was left of this little trip of theirs because they are engaged and he wants to keep it that way. At this point, the guy who looks at Eric, Okay, I'm going to go get a couple of my buddies. We'll come back. We'll take another look around as a larger group, and maybe whatever it is we'll get shoot away just by mere presence of a bunch of people and Eric's cool. Yeah, definitely do that.

And so while Eric is fumbling around in his equipment trying to find his handgun that he had brought along the top hole strip and have a second firearm, his financee starts freaking out about guns, laying into him, you shouldn't even have a gun, and he's trying to tell her, hey, look, this is a perfect example of why we need a gun. We got strange noises in the woods. We don't know if it's a rogue bear out to come get us. We don't know none of this stuff, So just calm down.

He's getting his buddies. We're going to go and check this out. Just as he hears the other group coming from the other campsite. They're talking amongst each other and some kind of laughing guys maaraderie going on, and he just coming up the trail back to their site from the same direction of that break on the birch tree, they hear and god awful sound like a woman being murdered.

Scream and stay tuned for more sasquatch out to see. Well, right back after these messages and right after that scream that just pierced their ears and shook their bodies crash all around. He said it sounded like someone had some kind of big something and was just swinging it in a circle, and it was like almost like a rhythmic kind of sound. And he said it was nothing he had ever heard before. He never heard that kind of scream, and he definitely never heard whatever commotion was going on.

And so at this point, the guys that were coming they come trotting up and they're like, what the hell is going on over here? Where'd that scream come from? And he was like, right back over where we saw that break. One of the females that was with the other group came with that party and coached his fiancee added the tent back over to the other campsite. She said, hey, honey, come on, you're not staying here. If these guys are

firing off guns. You just need to be over here with the other group, larger number at least until it's settled. She agreed, So they go and she takes her away to the other campsite as they're coming up with a game plan. So they've been into the woods already once and they seemed to layout and how the rush and stuff is so Eric, and this guy is explaining to the He said there was three other guys that ended

up coming, or four other guys something like that. It was getting on in the dark, and he just saw a bunch of heads. So he was guestimating because after the scream, they were discombobulated, and which I totally understand anyway, So they decided they're going to two groups only facing one direction. They didn't want to turn muzzles towards each other if they had to fire. Aaron was like, if we're in separate groups, that's not really a good how about we're in a line like search and rescue and

just pushed through going that direct. Hey, that's a good idea. So they all agree. They're all armed and most of them have flashlights and whatnot, headlamps. They start pushing in and once they get back up to where that broken birch was, that birch is now broken all the way off and moved off to the other side, and they did nothing but look at it. When they were there just a few minutes ago, probably half hour forty minutes

had passed since they cleared the woods. The guy went to get his friends, and all that stuff transpired so it's well on in the dark at this point, especially in August, there was plenty dark. So they're beaming around. They're trying to figure out what the hell, and they noticed just past that birch tree was a line of smaller alders and some other brush that were just broken

off at about seven feet up, just broken off. It appeared that broken piece of birch swung around like you would a rope over your head, like you go on the lasso. It's how Eric said it looked. And he said, that's twenty twenty hindsight. At the time. They didn't put two and two together, but he's assuming that it was used to spin around and knock the other ones down.

and just forget about call it a night. Just as they're getting back to Eric's campsite, another scream, this time between them and the other people's campsite. Now that they're really pete because they got their women over there. I think there was a child with the other group. They were screwed that we're on this. So they run down the trail. They get to the area of the scream and they're asking the other campers that are right over there at this point, hey, what direction was that scream

coming from? They said it sounded like it was past where you guys were, And they said, no, this scream came between us, And they're like, we didn't hear it that close. So they're just perplexed. What the hell do we do with that? So they went through looking. They looked as best they could, not as sign nothing broke in and no tracks, none of that kind of stuff. So things that calm down for a bit. Now they decide, okay, it's calm enough, nerves calm down. They started doing a

little sipping. They felt better about the whole thing. Erica and his fiance went back to their tent. Now they get there and his fiancee is wiped out they get in their shees immediately in the sleeping bag, snoring, complaining about the bugs. He's tending the fire, he's getting it going again because he wanted to keep some kind of a fire go all night just for whatever that sound was.

No one had any idea what that scream was. No one, so he put his rifle away in its case because she was complaining about stepping on and if she had to get up to tacle, so he kept his handgun nearby. Now as he was just starting the doze off, he was sitting at the front of the tent with his legs outside of the tent, looking at the campfire and just leaning back, just staring at and listening to the crackling fire. Because it's just a small, little two man

hay frame tent that they had. So he's at the front of it, staring at the fire. His fiancees laid out. He notices the nylon sound of the tent, like something rubbing on it, so he clicks on his head lamp and he turns and he looks back and on the inside of the tent he sees a huge hand impression of a hand sliding up and down the tent on the inside and it touched his fiance's head and he could see it going like this, and then it moved back up and then come back around and then touch

on his fiance's head like that again. He said he was hypnotized at this. It was so surreal to see this impression of a huge hand. He said, it was huge moving around. He saw the fingers moving individually, so it wasn't just a prop pushed up against her or whatever. So as it slid up, he didn't know what to do. He just put a bunch of shots through the back of the tent into this impression of the hand. Right as soon as that happens, he fired in quick succession,

and then stopped because his fiance was getting up. She thought he was trying to shoot her. Understandably, She's laying there and all a sudden, bang bang, he's shooting over her at this hand impression.

from the gunshots. He's telling her calm down. Something was trying to grab you through the tent, and she's looking and she sees the bullet holes and there's a little bit of blood there right, So immediately she calms down and was like a bear was trying to get me while I slept, And he goes, it wasn't a bear. It was a big, five fingered hand impression on the tent, pushing around and touching you on the head. She goes, that's what that was. She felt it touching her head,

but she didn't know what was doing it. She just thought she didn't know. She was asleep out of it from drinking a little bit, but she remembered feeling some kind of touch on her head. She didn't realize that was it. So she's in the fog of trying to come to grips with what just happened. He's freaking the hell out because the sheer size of the hand. He never expected to see anything like that ever in his life. He has not been back out since this incident. So

he scrambled get his rifle out. Now by this point, the other campers. Three of the guys are running over with their firearms, coming to see what the hell is going on, because they heard the gunshots and then they heard the commultion going through the trees. It was so loud it reverberated back to them, so they come over there all armed. He commences it, telling them what happened there. I'll look at him. I'm like, dude, you had a little too much, and he goes, look on the inside

of my tent. They went around to the back and sure enough, they're splattering of blood. At one point on one side of the tent, there was like a greasy outline of a hand. He said it was hard to make out, but he knew what it was that made the marks. And they were saying, oh, you could have rubbed to your tent against something to make that that they were dismissive of it is what it was. And he was like, look, I'm not shooting at imagination. Imagination

doesn't bleed, and it bled. That's flattering from the outside, and the shots came from the inside. Come on, you know, don't dismiss me like that. Don't mock me. He was very upset by this point. He's got his rifle out. His fiance is over it, over it. She wants nothing else to do with being there, being with him, being near him. She still has alcohol in her system, so she's not quite picking up what's happening. She's going off of adrenaline, over emotional a little bit and shots ringing

over her head, which, hey, understandable stuff. This poor guy he's got the other camper's mocking him. His fiance wants to leave him. He's sitting there dealing with what just happened. There's a lot of that goes on when it comes to these kind of sightings, a whole lot of that evil people that were together when it happened. Warren will want to tell people and they're there'll be like that never happened. Why, I don't know. The rest of the night,

according to Eric, was uneventful. Is fiance never went back to sleep, she had everything packed again. He had to make her understand, we can't go until we got a lost liver or light. We don't have enough battery power for the headlamps to make a hike out the multiple miles it is back to the parking lot. So they had to sit there by the fire, and he had to listen to her explain on detail why she was not going to stay in Alaska when they get married,

he has to move away from Alaska. Just a whole bunch of stuff that he knew it wasn't going to help the relationship one iota, and so he never made it back out again. He's currently down on I believe he said Vermont again. He's going to be back up sometime a little later on this ball, and he agreed to tell the whole thing off camera. Hopefully he makes it. The poor guy, he was really busted up about his fiancee.

He loved her. This situation just it kind of accentuated the weakness in their relationship because she was an outdoorsy and he was. He'd been an outdoors guy for decades and she was not with that. So I guess it's for the best that they wouldn't have gotten along anyway. But the poor guy wants his fiancee from that and then to be mocked by people that heard the same screams that he did, saw the blood on the outside of the tenth. I don't know what causes people to

just immediately deny something that was obvious. Can you imagine you saw something and there's someone coming up saying, hey, you're a liar. You're either gonna smack him in the mouth or you're just gonna keep your mouth shut and never speak of it. That's just not cool. It can cause issues within yourself to hold that in. Like after my experiences for a couple of years, I was self medicating with drinking. It can lead to a whole lot of unnecessary image in your life by not sharing it.

If you live in Alaska, been to Alaska and had some kind of strange encounter out in the woods, even if it's not visual, maybe it's weird sounds, whatever. I want to share an experience with you that happened to a friend of mine. We'll call him D. I talked to him yesterday. He's from Ruby, Alaska, up on the Yukon River interior of Alaska. He originally shared this with me in twenty eighteen when I was up there building some cabins for a remote mining operation. He was an

equipment operator there. What happened with him him and two of his aunts in the small villages. Sometimes your ants are a little younger than you. It's just how it works out. So he got two of his aunts and his little sister. He had agreed for a week and a half something like that to take them out to this bury patch and just to get him out there. It's way out the road. It's actually about two miles outside of Long Alaska. Long Alaska is an abandoned mining town.

Used to have a couple thousand people. There still a lot of old rustic equipment and some of the cabins are really cool. Been there explored. It Just an abandoned mining town is basically what it is. But they're a couple miles past that now to get to Long from Ruby, it's just a cat road. It was cut in by miners and claims and stuff like that, so it's a glorified bike trail. Part of that road gets washed out all the time because the beaver will plug up the coverts.

And it's way out in the middle of BFA. So they get out there and it's roughly midday, and where they're going is past an old mining site that has a lot of big pools of ponds. Basically there are old placer mines with overburden and it's pot marked with all these little drill sites. So two foot diameter drool holes.

They could be fairly deep. So you got a Swiss cheese landscape with multiple paths going through it to get back to the tundra where their very pick and patch was just past this mining clean So him as a little sister and his two ants, they were going along. He said that there was nothing ominous in the air. Initially, once they got to the berry picking side itself, he felt uneasy. But he was armed with a rifle and a handgun, and one of his aunts had a handgun.

All the guns were a large caliber. So they're picking away and his little sister kept saying, there's that man over there, he's watching us. Dee would look over and he's not seeing what his little sisters seeing. He goes pointed out exactly. She said, I can't. Every time he turned the look, he ducks down and he's over there,

and word she's pointing. He said, was approximately fifty yards away, just where the little tunderburm stops, and then there's some spruce willows and then little sick of spruce, black spruce, whatever you want to call him. They look like mutated spruce trees that are stunted in growth. Muskeke scrub pine. So he is looking over and he doesn't notice anything.

There was nothing that stood out, so he said, just keep your eye out and if you see him moving, get my attention because their goal is to get berries, not sit around and stay tuned for more sasquatch out to see. We'll be right back after these messages. So they're picking away. One of his aunts says, hey, there is a guy over there. Who is that now where they're from, and Ruby is a small town. Everyone knows everyone. They got a post office there and a little general

store type of deal. It's a dead town. People live there yet, but it's not an anchorage George, you know, or share banks or anything like that. Real small population. So they knew everyone, and they knew all the miners because they had to go through Ruby to get out to their claims. So it's very symbiotic with all the people that come and go from there. They all know each other. So they look. He sees movement, but he

couldn't make anything out. This thing, he said, blended in real well as it moved, the creep factor goes up. His other aunt was just down the little knoll from them, just this little rise and she yells, hey, there's a guy over there, and he's moving. He's over here. So they go over this little knoll and look down in that direction, and sure enough, this thing runs off into the trees out of view. So they're immediately like winning to get the hell out of here because it was

going in the direction of their back trail. To get back to their truck, now they had to go about three hundred yards through this old mining area pot marked with all these potholes, and this huge pond from an old excavation site. They just left it for reclaim, and now it's a big gas pod. They gather up their stuff and he slings his rifle over his shoulder, and he wasn't horribly worried about it, but he did have

a little bit of a bad feeling. They weren't too sure, So they go down the trail and they get to where the overburdened line is, which is just a big hump of old cat push stuff. As they get over the burm, his little sister is holding hands with the two anties and they're right in front of him. The hanty that had the handgun has out her forty four mag they're going along. He wasn't really over worried at

this point. Once they got to the bottom of this berm, they all stopped there and stood and looked around because they heard something. They couldn't pinpoint where it was. Off to their right, one of those little scrub brush pottings of those black spruce. All of a sudden it snatched, crackin. He said. It was loud. It almost sounded like a gunshot loud how it snapped. So immediately his tensions over there.

He's got his handgun out. They don't see nothing back in the trees and the willows and stuff and the alders, and they see another one shaking, so he puts two shots in the air over that direction, not in it, but up in the air over it. This scene starts screaming and starts running in a circle around them. It's roughly about one hundred feet from them, he said. And

it's running in a circle. And where they are there's two and a half three foot high grass and then the trails that are weaved in between the Swiss cheese on a terrain. So they're freaked out. The little girl screaming, He gets his little sister to cal him down. The ants scared as hell. It's nice creepy guys. Can you imagine something starts screaming and then running real fast. Anyway, so this thing does a circle around. It's zig zagging back and forth as it's doing it and breaking stuff

and making all this thrashing. So he's still got his handgun out, and as it comes around, it stops on their back trail, just on the other side of the burm that they just come over, so they could see from like about the stern them up, and this thing was just leaning over, looking sizing up the situation. Then ducks down and continues running and they lost sight of it, so they're free the f out. They immediately start making their move to get back to the truck. They lost

sight of it. They can't hear nothing. Everyone's just they gotta go. So as they're cutting through these trails, little sisters with the two anties and the d fell back a little bit to give room. He holstered his pistol and he's got his rifle unslung, and he had a three thirty eight wind bag, very powerful rifle. He can kill anything with that thing. He's got his three thirty eight and he chambers around and he's checking their six,

just trying to make sure everything's okay. As he's walking along, he noticed there's the grass was moving like in a weird way, and it wasn't windy, and instinctively he raised his rifle in that direction and shot in front of where he saw the movement. Scream again, runs back off, stood up or ran back off from into the trees to the right. So this thing is trying to it's

trying to sneak up on him in the grass. They continue through, and as they're going, like I said, these trails kind of weave, and so the two ants and the sister aren't split up there together, but they're each taking their own little individual path around these little potholes. And as they're going along, they all three stop. Where they happened to stop. There was kind of like a trench line of some kind that a back hoe had cut in. It was partially filled with water, and there

was grass burms that grew alongside it. Like I said, it's reclaiming, so they're letting nature take it back. As they're standing there, they had noticed movement in front of them up to the right, and they're still a good one hundred and some yards from the truck. At this point, the thing screams again. When it screams, this time though behind them on the other side of the overburden where

they come from, which is a distance away. Now they hear a return scream, sounding much larger than the screen that they knew where that one was coming from. They saw it, they saw its size or whatever, so the second scream sounded larger. He's in full panic mode. He only had three rounds in the rifle. He had shot a couple times with the revolver. He's got less than a handful of rounds. So as there stop, he gets over to them and he says, we need to keep moving.

I know it screamed over here, but this is our pass out. We don't want to get split up trying to run through these trees. We saw how fast it is. So as they're standing there talking, he notices the grass moving out of the corner of his eye again. This thing came running past them and reached out to try to swipe at his little sister, like it was trying to get to his little sister, and he butt stroked the thing's arm with the rifle. Heels hold because it

all happened real fast. Moving out of the corner of his eye. He's butt stroking the arm away from grabbing his little sister. The thing had knocked her berry bucket out of her hand. She's freaked, understandably, she was like seven at the time, something like that cheese. Can you imagine some of your earliest memories being one of these things trying to get you anyway, drops a berry bucket, It runs off and as it comes back around to their left, he gets a beat on it, what's rifle

and takes a shot. Boom, doesn't hit it. It screams, and Keith continues running and he turns back to look back towards the berm, and there's nothing there but back where the original break on that spruce was. There's something over there shaking stuff. So he knows there's two. He's only had a visual on the one now his aunt. The other one that had the handgun. She was on one knee following this thing. She was treating it like a bear charge. They say, don't stand there and shoot

at a charging bear. You'll shoot over its back. You kneel down, just standard hunter stuff. So she's got a beat on it and it's running now. She doesn't shoot, she maintains her calm or whatever. As he's scanning the back area as well. A little girl screams again, it's right there. It's right there, and they look off to the right. That was standing right there in the trail. Like I said, to all these little trails, exagg through there to get back. So it wasn't the main trail,

but it was one of the little side trails. And like I said, it's all interwoven. He turns takes a shot at it, so I think he said he had one more round after that. He said he shot fast. He didn't think he hit it. Panic stricken, every single one of them. My aunt took that opportunity because it didn't run after that shot, and she shot at it twice and then it ran, so she struck it. They heard the bullets hit it. It screamed, it ran off,

so they're thinking, okay, we'll get moving. They continue moving. They're going as quickly as they can. They're running law on Ammo. His aunt only had six rounds in the revolver. He had shot a few out of the revolver, and I think he had one round left and the right. There's two of these things that are panic stricken they want to go totally understandable, just trying to imagine I've been there with these things trying to come at you, but there was never a child involved where I was

responsible for a child in some kind of situation like that. Anyway, they move on. They get down to the truck. Now there's this little cutbank that drops down and then there's a trench, and then the road is because, like I said, the mine owners they all have their heavy equipment and they would grade it every once in a while or whatever to maintain that road so they can just logistically get in and out to their claim. Now at the bottom, in this little drain area on the side of the road,

there's a pipe that sticks out for water. It's a spring. It's been there forever since the mining town was alive, and it's something they use every year to fill up their water. It being or springing of pipe sticking out

the way they were parked in the truck. They got everything into the back of the truck and as they were jutting it to get out of there, it slid sideways and that pipe where it was sticking out from the bank ended up stuck in the wheel hub between the tire and the top of the wheel hub, so they're not stuck, but he has to do more maneuvers to get it from where it's at. So he's doing his thing. He's bucking that truck back and forth. Meanwhile his little sister, it's saying, it's on the road. It's

on the road. She was looking out the back window. So he's trying to work the gearshifter, doing this thing to get uncompromised from this little well pipe that's sticking out of the side of the road. The ant jumps out the door and starts blazing shots at this thing and empties her revolver. She had three or four shots, like boom, boom, boom. It runs off and it's screaming.

As she's done and is getting in the truck. The other one shows itself just ahead of them, off the side of the road, up on top of the cut bank, and it just looks at him and it's doing this little sway thing back and forth, just eyeballing them, and then it just takes off, so they get out of there. But for these things to be so brazen, even while being shot at attempt to snatch a child. He said that it tried to grab the smaller ant at one point too, when they were cutting through the older little

trails or whatever. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine being with your loved ones in the woods and having to deal with something like this. I don't know, but it's Alaska, and I don't want to speak on the Lower forty eight. There's a lot of people that I've seen that make in progress with what they're doing. They're not friendly up here. All the mythology, all the legends everything Alaska, killer Bigfoot, Port Chatham, all that stuff. There's a reason they call them killer Bigfoot up here. I

don't take it lightly. I've seen what these things do. I've seen how they move. In my opinion, at least for Alaska, I don't think there are friends.