SO EP:689 Killer Monkeys

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 hello, hit somebody out here?

Those monkeys have the fangs, very protruding high teeth. One of the search and rescue going on, some background noise with aircraft flying round. I've shared in the past what some elders have shared with me. As far as Horse Creek off the Copper River. These hunters went back up in there. There was no game around. They got up in this plateau nutting around, and then they up to this rise. They heard weird noises on the other side of it, so they crawled up there so they didn't

mark themselves on the ridgeline silhouette themselves. They get up there and they peak over and they see a group a harryman playing with human bones. They high tailed it out of there, obviously, and they backtracked several times to avoid these things following them back to their village. From Salta down to Chittna, you got killer monkeys. I've had reports from Mosquito Creek about sasquatch height ones with tails. That was difference. Just a long lineage going back a

long time. So with that being said, let me share some things that were shared with me just recently. This one comes from an Ottna elder grew up outside a copper center between Chittn a copper center, spent their whole lives hunting subsistence, berry picking, all of it. Her name was Agatha. She said I could use her name now. What she shared with me stems from her childhood on through.

So in her childhood berry picking, they periodically, not every day, but periodically they would hear the screams coming from basically the Horse Creek area. It sounded like a long ways off, so even when they heard it, they would still move to a different berry patch. Just that type of thing. So as she was growing up, that would happen periodically. When they were at fish camp tinting to the fish wheel, they would have salmon coming up missing, just all sorts

of weirdness. One of the things that happened is she said her uncle at one point and her sister's husband at the time were tinning to the fish wheel and they said something was wrong with it. It wasn't turning. Something had jabbed a stick in it to stop its momentum. It's turning it. It was basically a log got jammed in there, and initially they thought maybe the current brought a log downstream and it got wrapped up in the

wheel and locked in there. They kept looking at and trying to figure out how it got curled up in there, a stick through a bike tire type of deal, and so they couldn't figure it out. And as they were trying to dislodge this thing because they had the water current pushing against it, and they're trying to slowly wiggle

it out of there. As they're doing that, they hear whistling from shore just up the bank from them, approximately fifteen twenty yards, and they're trying to who's whistling out of They thought it was another relative, and they start hollering, hey, come help us with this, Hey, come help us with this.

And they pay attention to their work again. And as they're struggling, their backs are to the river bank and they're trying to pull this log out right, and so they hear the whistling again, but this time it's like literally right behind them. So they turn around to look there's a hairy man standing up on the bank, half crouch, half just determining what it was going to do. They

instantly were freaked out. She said. They ran to the other side of the fish will, because there's platforms on either side and the catch that the fish drop into, and they were on the back side of that. Her older sister's husband had a pistol with them in old thirty eight of some kind. They started yelling at to get out of here, and it backed up towards the tree line a little more of the brush line and

just started making these weird noises. Because it's been so long, she doesn't remember exactly what the noises were, but they were obscure, non native, non anything they'd ever heard, and these are Natives speaking peoples. So they were thrown off. The brother in law fired a shot into the air, and this thing tore out of there. Now, when it tore out of there, as they hear it leaving through the brush, they hear two other things moving with it,

So in that instance, it was not alone. After sharing that, she got into some of the things types of things we've heard before, as far as kids playing on the trail ahead of them, and as they're going down the trail to get to their fishing spot for roden real fishing, all of a sudden there was no kids, no one around this one particular trail, she said, came to a

dead end because it dropped to the river bank. There was nowhere else to go, so they figured they would Eventually they reached these kids, Agata said, when they were coming around the last little hook in the trail that hooks off to the right a little bit on the bank, everyone stopped for whatever reason. There was a group of five of them, all of them women, two of them armed.

But they stopped because something felt off, and they stopped hearing the kid noises, and so they went forward slowly to where they could see the little area where it was cleared out and nothing. The brush was super thick, and once they got in there, then they heard kids up the trail that they just came. But it was weird. It was childlike, but not necessarily children. So two of the women that were armed, actually one of them armed, the one knot. They went back up the trail to

see if kids were lost. As they were doing so, the other group of three heard them both scream and they came running back and they said, it's not kids, it's not kids, it's a hairy man. I don't have the tongue to pronounce the word they use. It's not non to knock, that's a different tribe elsewhere anyway, basically the hairy man. They said. There was two of them, small ones, and they ran off up the trail, making this weird laughing sound. The last one she shared with

me comes from about three years ago. They were coming back from McCarthy. They took some relatives up that way for sight seeing, and anyone who's been on McCarthy road, holy shit, man, it's a washboard, gravel road. Nightmare. It's a primitive road, to say the least. So they were on their way back. As they were coming back, they saw two separate crossings. One of the crossings was really close in front of the vehicle. She doesn't remember exactly where on the road it was, because it's a hell

of a road. It's sixty miles long and primitive. She doesn't remember exactly where it crossed. There was one, and then I got a little darker and there was a second crossing with the smaller one that went across the road. Again. All these things, it dims from that legacy, that heritage of killers. All the elder natives that I've spoken to have that oral history of they take women and children,

They've killed villagers. This is going back so there was no specific dates in times and whatnot of the missing, our names of the missing. They were just talking about missing villagers. They never got specific, so I respected it. I didn't push. She said, there hasn't been the missing people like there had been in the past as far as our oral history. But the fear is still there. The fear is still very real. That being said me and squatch Bait. There's got to be something going on.

The same plane and the same helicopter keeper flying a grid pattern anyway, So with me and Ryan, we went back to the Copper River Valley to check on Miss Carroll. She had continuing things going on her property. We tried to go easter, but it was so much snow we couldn't really look around. So we made it down. We're able to look around and and that that black hawk just keeps surfing on. Don't know if you guys, almost

like it was a show. Now I'll have to see the video when I've done, And it was like it wasn't showing up on video. That's weird. So we're down there checking things out for Miss Carroll, trying to bring her peace of mind, checking out her trail camera set up things of this nature. So we look around. We went to places we couldn't reach because of the snow, areas of high strangeness. We were walking. There was no

game trail. We just picked a spot and started walking in to go to check out this pond to see if we could see any tracks around the pond. And as first thing, we walked through the brush and we'd get into this small little clearing where at some point someone had dropped a beetlekill spruce. No big deal, that happens. What was odd was there was two saplings bent over. They weren't snapped, they were flexed very hard to a hard ninety degree angle and they made an X on

the ground the way they were crossed. Just odds, odd stuff, various tree brakes, the feeling in the air. It is not just one thing. It was a multitude at things. After our excursion around this property, this property was a former farm area near Kinney Lake and a cult used to own that property years ago and they moved all

the cult housing up to Delta. We suspect they were doing some shenanigans as far as whatever they were doing as far as sacrifices or summoning, who knows because later on that night, we were discussing the day's events and what we saw and just our feelings about what was going on with Miss Carroll because she was stressed out. She's in her seventies, she's there alone, and it's her home, but yet she felt trapped in her home because she

was scared to go outside. As we're sitting there talking, she's sitting in her chair and she says, oh, there's a light out there. We look. I didn't see it initially, but she had me sit where she was sitting and I looked and I saw the orb right. It was like a light salmon color opaque, not bright, and had a little shimmer to it. So I'm thinking, is that light refraction from one of the ponds back there? Something?

So I'm watching, so I decided to go outside. I get outside, I walk from one side of the driveway to the other, watching this thing. And as I was coming back across the driveway to go up this little dirt mound behind the outhouse, this thing was shimmering and it was moving away from me into the trees, almost like trying to draw me out. Immediately was like, I ain't following that thing. Later on a red one showed up ball lightning. Who knows. It just seemed very odd

how it transpired, how everything transpired. Unfortunately, the stress was again too much for Miss Carroll. As she's back in North Pole. There's virtually no answers before people going through what she's going through and being there alone and whatnot. It's totally understandable why she didn't want to stay. Hopefully things can get resolved in some way to where she can enjoy her time there. While she has time there,

it's been her home for a long time. Her husband's buried on the property and things like that, so it's not just a vacation home. Was their home. A shout out to Miss Carroll. Another thing I want to share in this video. This will be a two just because it's just easier to do it that way. The last portion I want to share with you guys has to do with McCarthy rode again. Just recently, I was emailed from a guy in twenty fifteen. He was on McCarthy road.

He said roughly the midway point and on McCarthy wrote, if anyone's ever been there, there's a little pullouts here and there, nice little spots, some overlooking the valley on the one side, some just with the tree backdrop. He found one with the tree backdrop, and he backed his little Toyota pickup in there. And he had an old school a frame pop up tent that fit perfectly in the bed of his truck because he didn't have a

canopy over it. So he had it set up, and he said it was close to the end of August when he finally made it out there, and a lot of the tourists were gone and it was a lot quieter, right, So he had his tent set up and the flap opening obviously towards the tailgate side. He left the tailgate down. He was just laying in there. His dog he kept locked up inside the cab of the truck because he was worried the dog was still a puppy, and he was worried the dog would just scamper off, for get

lured off by wolves and so on. There's wolves about bears, about lions, tigers and bears amc It is wild Alaska, it's untamed. So he kept the dog in the cab and he was just crashing out for the night. He had a small flashlight and a three fifty seven magnum. Now he didn't light a fire because he got there late, but he had a fire pile set up for in the morning so he could start a fire, bruce coffee and what have you. This gentleman's name is Mark. He

was just dozing off. The rain had let off, because it had been raining a little bit late in that afternoon. The rain died off about a half hour prior, and he was finally able to start dozing off, and he starts hearing this very odd like a cooing, like a pigeon cooing, but much louder. And so this cooping's going on, and it sounds like it's on a constant movement, not necessarily real close to his truck, but enough to where and it's almost like it's facing him while it's making

this sound like a horseshoe shape back and forth. It's not at a fast cadence. It's just moving not fast nor slow, but at a steady pace back and forth, this cooing sound. So he's what the hell is that? So he listens for a while and he's just shaking it up to just some strangeness. So he's again trying to fall back asleep and as he's doing so, he feels the truck thump and it shakes the truck right and he was just on the verge of falling asleep,

so it startled him. So he turns on the flashlight, pulds up his gun and gets to the edge of the tent unzips it, opens it up and he's looking around with the flashlight out the back. Sees nothing, and he decides, you know what, something bumped my rig. I need to get out and take a look. So he crawls out. He puts on his boots real quick, and he's looking. It's not super dark, but it's dark enough to where the woods are dark, but the sky has some light to it. Right, stay tuned for more sasquatch

out to sea. We'll be right back after the east messages. So he's panning hero out the flashlight. He's trying to figure it out what the hell was that, And he's literally standing at the bed of his truck. The tailgate is basically he's leaning back against it with his butt. He fills the truck shake again and he thinks, oh crap, earthquake.

So he runs around to the front of the truck and is going to jump inside it, and as he's coming around to grab the door handle, he has to basically turn the flashlight and grab the pandel because he's got the gun in one hand flashlight in the other. So as he's doing so, he notices a flashlight catch some eye shine right off the front of his Toyota,

right by the road. So immediately he stops, and he says his heart sank because when he was reaching the eye shine was up higher, and so when he was reaching for the door handle with his flashlight and he caught the glimpse of that eye shine out of his right, he said, it felt like everything went slow motion, and it was almost like a horror movie. As he slowly brought the flash light up. Not to laugh, because me and Mark laughed about it ourselves, just the holy crap.

And he beams this thing in the face and he has one of those small it was like one hundred and twenty loom and it wasn't the brightest thing, but it had new batteries, so it still put off a decent enough beam to where he could see what he was looking at. All black, leathery looking face, really wrinkled, no hair around. It was like almost like the planet of the apes, he said, because the hair came up to just below the cheek bones around none by the face,

real white jaw. Didn't see its teeth, real thin purse lips. The mouth protruded a little further than the nose, flat to the face, broad nostrils, pitch black looking, black eyes. The eye shine was a very light reddish hue to it. Immediately he froze. He stares at it a second, and this thing turns and walks off to his left in front of his truck and comes around the other side of his truck. Now as it's doing that, he hops in the truck, slams the door. He's looking, and this

thing is walking by and is looking. He's assuming at his dog because his dog is curled up on the floorboard underneath the steering wheel, trying to basically hide. Dog didn't make a peep, and it was some kind of Chesapeake Terrier or something a mix dog ain't making a peep. He's sitting in the passenger side. He's flashlighting. This thing walk past the truck. The truck shakes again. He hears the loudest blood curdling scream. He said, he didn't just

only feel it in his body. He felt it in the truck, and he heard it thrash away, making this god awful noise and tree breaking and stuff like that. He calmed down for a minute. He said it was probably two hours before he stopped shaking. Half the time he was trying to hide below the dash line to not be seen. Other times he's trying to peek around. He was so scared. He was scared to move from the passenger seat to the driver's seat to start the fucking truck and get the hell out of there. That's

how freaked out he was. I asked him, do you think it was like going for your dog or just trying to lure you?

I understand that, trust me. It's not a good feeling, he said, once it went past and was going to the past the bed of the truck and he turned the flashlight. He can only see it so much because of that little a frame tint in the back was right up back against the back of the cab, and so he had limited vision out that back window. He said. Once it got back to the back and started that scream, then he felt in danger of his life at that point. But up in heil Nd, he just felt like it

was sizing him up is the feeling he had. That's basically what happened. After he calmed down for a couple hours. What gave him confidence. The dog got off the floorboard and got up on the seat, and so he figured, if the dog's calm, I can be calm, and so he scooted the dog over. He drove out of there. He got about two miles down the road before he stopped, went out back and shut his tailgate, and he just left a tent up until it got daylight and he was well up the road. I want to thank Mark

for sharing that. I'm going to thank miss Carroll for having us out there, and the elder Agatha who shared her experiences. There's more to come on the Copper River legacy. Thes a just a drop in the bucket. It's a little windy, so I'll be sure to speak up so you can hear me what I wanted to share with you today. It comes from William William's Clinkett Elder. He used to live down in southeast Alaska. He asked me not to speak of the exact place he still owns.

The property hasn't been back so back in in nineteen seventy eight. William had finished building his cabin over there a couple of years before that, and he really loved going out there. He had his own little crab pods and he would set him out as he was coming into the cabin, so on the next tide he can go out grab his fresh crab. He enjoyed the sea life and all that he could see. The orc was coming through and it was just beautiful. Now whereas cabin is,

it's in this little bit of a bay. It's hucked back up into the trees at just the right spot to where it avoids all the winds, all the culftal winds and stuff. He loves a place, It was evident talking to him, now, what occurred was or the first week he was out there. There was no issue. He was getting a couple of crabs a day, which is perfect. That's all he needed. If he ever got extras, he just let him go immediately. It was just mainly to

have that fresh seafood. While he was there. He had noticed about a weekend on his visit, this very large sea otter off in the distance. At first, it was staying off in the distance, and he thought it was strange how big this thing was, and so he was like, it's the last he things get big. Whatever, No big deal, at least initially, that's what he thought initially. And so the following day on the tide, he was out there retrieving his crab pots, and there's no crab in him.

There's this sea otter again, So he attributed it to the sea otter eating all the crab or whatever he decides. He had a few rocks in the skip that he had picked up over the time, so he threw some rocks at this otter to scare it away, not to directly hit it, but just to scare it away, chase it out of the area, so to speak. He did that day reset the posts with fresh bait. Came back the next day, otter was nearby. Nothing in the pots, so you know, he's getting a little more upset, so

he chucked some more rocks to each his own. It is what it is, he thought that, because he could have got seal bombs and incout seal bombs out there and foam explosion underwater, but he didn't. He just throw some rocks. He figured it would work. So he threw rocks again on the second day and reset the pots, trying to get across to this sea otter that hey, this is my area to get out of here. And it wasn't work. But so when he comes back on that third day, he sees the sea otter as he's

coming up to his pots. He has little marker movies and he comes up and he already knows there's not going to be anything in the pots, so he immediately starts chucking rocks. That just thinks. One of the rocks came pretty close the otter at the time was about twenty five feet away, and he said it was just so being but seemed just so out of place to be there. And so he was just like, all right, it is what it is. And the Chuck's rocks right, the thing dives under, he doesn't see it, and it

pops up about seventy yards away. However, when it pops up, the sunlight's beaming right on this thing, right, beaman right on it, and it's just dark. It's just black. But it's a silhouette of the sea otter and he's throwing off. He gets a creepy vibe from it because it's just pitch black when it pops up about seventy yards away, and so it thinks about shooting it. He's like, man, should I just shoot this thing? And then he was like, no, but probably I'm not here all that much, so maybe

it hunts here all the time and I'm intruding. So he was like, nah, that wouldn't be right to just shoot this thing. So he let it be. He checked one more rock. It didn't even come close, but this thing just watched him. And when he got back to shore and he was pulling up his line because it was the tide was just starting to go out, so he drew the line up to shore and anchored it

off or whatever. Now and when he comes back to the boat to retrieve his gear, this thing is about fifty yards right off shore looking at him, still pitch black silhouette with a sea otter, and he got the eb gv's. He said that scared him, the way it was just ominous feeling, the way this thing was right out there, and just he felt it looking at him, even though it was just a black silhouette, couldn't see eye is when the days before it was a sea

otter face, cute, fuzzy whiskers, the whole bit. But this thing was black. It was his pitch black, no nothing, And so he gathered up his stuff, thought it was odd and figured, Okay, if it gets out of control, I'll I'll shoot it. I'll just get rid of it. But it's something he didn't want to do. He retreats inside, and he has about at that time, about eight more

hours of daylight, right before it started getting dark. So during that eight hours he'd be doing stuff around his cabin, cleaning up and doing whatever, and every once in a while he'd look out because he had a straight path right on down to the beach and then it dropped down to the gravel and then went out and his boat was right there. It was tied off nearby, and he

could see right out into this little bay. Every time he would look out there, black silhouette right out in the water, sometimes a little closer, sometimes a little further, but always appearing to be looking at him right. He said, about a couple hours before it got dark, before the sun was going down again, land of the midnight sun, he wasn't going to get total darkness, but where he was in the trees, it would get dark. It's just the sky would still be light. Anyone who's dealt with it,

they know exactly what I'm talking about. Now. He chose a couple hours before the sun went down to go down to the beach. He had his rifle song over his shoulder, and he picked up some rocks he could throw pretty far, a little smaller in the baseball sized rocks, and he starts chucking them at this otter because it's closer to shore. He's not even coming close, but it's landing near it, and it would go under and then

pop up over here. He'd throw a few more, and he spent about forty minutes chucking rocks till his arm was sore, and he was like, ah, I'm wasting my time. This thing ain't going anywhere, and he's still contemplating shooting it, but he couldn't commit to that. He goes back up. He does this thing. He eats dinner. He starts a small fire just because it was wet, cold, and some

of his clothes were wet. They had fallen down in the skiff when he was out in the water earlier, and so had a little pop belly stove, and he just lit it. Not a big roaring fire by any means, but just enough to warm up some clothes and dry him out. Every once in a while, his curiosity would get to him. He'd go and look out the window, and sure enough, there's that shadow out there in the water,

just bobbing. He felt it looking at him. But even though at this point it was just a black silhouette, and so he's not enjoying it, there's something about it that's off. So he sits down. He ends up eating. The fire had pretty much died down, and the clothes were pretty much dry, so he was in the process

of getting those put away and everything. He said something drew his attention over to the window, just as if the sun had gone down and it was dark in the tree line, but it was still light out up in the sky. He could still make out the shoreline and everything, but it was pretty dim, pretty darn hard to see. And as he's standing there, he's looking and he notices the otters coming out of the water, and

just like a sea otter, but it's pitch black. It's like a very dark shadow, right, and it comes out and he's looking. He's, oh, it's out of the water. I hope it's not gonna mess with his line or something. He didn't know, so he was just watching it. This thing turns us starts coming up his trail, and as it's coming up the trail to the cabin, this shadow

is changing. He couldn't see exactly what, but as it was coming forward, the shadow is getting bigger, and all of a sudden, it's on two feet and it's over eight foot tall, and it's walking past his window next to his door is facing the bay. And then there's no windows along this side of the cabin and he's

up on pilings. They're about six foot off the ground, and this thing walks past, and he's in shock because this thing went from the shape of an otter and it's pitch black to morphing as it's moving towards the cabin rather quickly, because his cabin's a good seventy eighty yards tucked back up in the trees. This thing just barrels on up as it's morphing, and all of a sudden it's on tooth beat and he's leaning back from the window and it walks past, and he's in shock

seeing this. When I was asking him how he felt, he said he was terrified inside, to the point where he wasn't breathing. All of a sudden, the whole cabin is pushed over. The whole thing is pushed off the pilings,

and it basically rolls over under the roof. He doesn't know how long he was out, but he knows he had gotten knocked out by this because when he came to, part of his clothes were pinned down by that stove, and thankfully there wasn't any coals in there left to start the place on fire, because it'd been a still a fire gone he would have perished. So he fought to get the stove off his clothes, got up and

sat there, squatted down, trying to figure out what just happened. Right, But obviously time had passed because it's really a lot darker outside at this point. Now, I asked him was there any noises involved, Was there any screeches, weird noises you'd never heard? And he said it was just silence. When this thing came out of the water and just did his morphing thing, and all of a sudden he could see it, this dark shadow walking on two legs.

That's all he could make out. One other thing that he had mentioned is he noticed it had an otter like tail as it came by as he was watching, because he was trying to make sense of it in his mind, because it was all halfening, real, real fast. So as he's gathering himself off of the basically the ceiling now the roof of his cabin, he's looking around. He gets his rifle, he finds it, He gets some ammo. He grabs the little pack he carried with them everywhere

that had all this pertinent stuff in it. He grabbed a hold of that, and he wanted to go out and leave, but the tide was out, it was dark out, and so he sat there. He basically got the door open. Everything was all jacked up, all the windows were broken and stuff, and he was worried this thing was still out there he couldn't see it right, and stay tuned for more sasquat jealousy woman right back after these messages, and so he's the standard, just praying that his boat

hadn't been messed with. Now, I've sat like that, not knowing what's going to happen next, and it's a horrible gut wrenching feelings. So I totally understand what he was going through. Finally he got light enough olf where he came out of the cabin, circled around it looking for this thing. There's shadows everywhere, so he's hyper paranoid. He can't make one shadow out from another. So really he's feeling that pressure of the unknown.

so he said it was. He was sitting there, he realized THEREOK, a lot of water behind him, and he's not even paying attention. So this poor guy, he had to sit there, and you got to understand he was not in his right mind, a lot of trauma going on. He didn't know which way to look, so at one point he just slunk down with his back against the bottom of the skiff, looking up into the sky and just praying nothing came, and peeked over the edge of his skiff. He had his rifle ready. He was worked up,

to say the least. He was severely traumatized by it, as you can imagine, but finally got light enough and at some point he had dozed up. He doesn't know how it happened. He was so jacked up. He assumes it was from the adrenaline dump coming off of that and everything. He fell asleep for a little bit. When he woke up, he could hear the water hitting the skiff. That's one of the things that will come up that will book sound of the water on the out side

of the skiff. So he looked around, saw nothing. It was daylight now, the tide was high enough for where he just jumped out, pushed off with the bough, hopped in, fired it up. He found a temporary job doing some salmon saying just to earn enough money to fly away from Alaska. He went visited some family down in the States and ended up settling in Kansas somewhere. Now. I asked him, I was like, have you been back? He

won't come back to Alaska. As it is. He has a hard time seeing the antelope out there, and when he sees them, all he could think is they might be a shape shifter. They might be one come to look for me. So he has a very hard time to this day. And this happened in nineteen seventy eight, and to this day he has a very hard time with that. And it was evident talking to him. He wants me to send a warning out to people in southeast. Don't throw rocks at sea otters. Don't throw rocks. He

reiterated that to me several times. I used to throw seal barms at the sea lions and seals when they were getting in our salmon net. But I never threw rocks at sea otters. Just a warning down southeast you never know what that otder is about. So to speak, but don't throw rocks at otters. I want to thank William for sharing that. It was not easy. We must have had about seven or eight different conversations, and only some of the conversations dealt with this instance. Because of

the trauma involved. He had to reset, he had to calm down. He would get worked up really fast. One of the things that stands out is when he said when he woke up that pot belly stove had his clothes pinned to the ground, and how it could have went a different way. It's hard to reconcile those things, just like this weird survivor's guilt kind of thing, even though no one was dead or anything like that. It's real weird, hard to put in the words unless you've

experienced it. However, I want to thank him for having to fortitude to come forward share that again. He's an elder now, but he cut all ties. He wouldn't even come back up for his father's funeral, his mother's funeral, a couple of his sister's funeral. He won't come to Alaska. He felt and still feels run out. He felt like he had to leave and he just can't come back. He just can't do it, which I can't fault the guy for that anyway, William, thank you. He found me

by happenstance. He knows some people that are coming up to Alaska, and so he said he would look into the tour guides or whatever for him. So I guess he was looking up Alaska tours or something and looking under Alaska. One of my blips popped up on Google search or whatever, and so he got curious and checked it out. From what he said, he had followed along for a little bit before he decided to share with me. So I appreciate you having the confidence in me to

share that with everyone. Thank you, William. I appreciate your time man. Thanks everyone for joining me. And we'll catch you on the next one.