SO EP:724 Bigfoot Killed My Dog!

very violent way right in front of him. That's hard to say out loud, and it's hard to listen to. There's no way around it. I'm a dog owner, I'm a dog lover. Earlier this month, we had to put one of our dogs down. I'm still carrying that with me and I'm still working through it. So hearing this account it hit me in a way I wasn't expecting. There's a real sense of lass here, and I don't want to gloss over that. So I just want to

offer a sincere warning before we go any further. If stories involving harm to animals are too much for you right now, or if you've got little ones riding along while you're listening, you might want to come back to this one at another time. Take care of yourself first. This episode will be here when you're ready. But that's said. If you're still with me, let's go ahead and get into it.

It's beautiful and understandable. Don had it to where he was squirreling away money. It was a single guy. He got him a nice little misty because he wanted to buy some property and do a little homestead type deal. Not homesteading like they have the channels for now, but legit Chichaco style homesteading. So he does this thing. He works, He ends up getting married, and he puts off his dream for about five six years until that didn't work out. She'd been like Alaska, he did. So he finally finds

a piece of property he really likes. This particular piece of property is we'll say north of Trapper Creek. Okay, I won't give specifics because he just sold the place anyway, that's their business. He made the owner of the new buyer aware of exactly what I'm gonna share right now, and they didn't care. So he gets his piece of property and he builds himself a little elevated cabin, skrewted

it up, just a single shell cabin, single room. He had lived there a decade, no problems, no issues whatsoever, not even a bear coming through his yard. He would hear wolves off in the distance sometimes, so he would have a rifle stationed if he had heard him the night before. But he never had an issue ever. He got up in here in the seventies, and this incident occurred two or three years ago. He's building this place up.

He's got a couple of little outbuildings, and he's got himself his own little garden, so he's really digging it. About three years into this, he decides he's going to invest in a good quality dog, so he buys himself a cinnamon Doberman pincher. He named the cinnamon Doverman pincher Rebel. Okay, Rebel was a great dog. He had all the time in the world. Retired, had a nast day. He was just living his own dream. So he had time to

train the dog daily. Moving forward, great relationship. Dog goes everywhere with Don right seven years into the dog's life. A week before he decided to sell his property. This is what went down. One night. He was sitting there. It was early fall, the sun had just gone down on the horizon, so Rebel was sitting by feet and he squatted down. He was doing something with some kindling for woodpile or something like that, and Rebel takes off

runs down a trail they go down every day. What Don would do is have different fetch toys for the dog, so as they're walking, he would just randomly throw the ball or a stick or whatever it is off into the tundra or off into the trees for the dog to just have something to do while he was doing his thing. So the dog taken off, he figured, oh, he's going to get his chewi and he'll be right back. No harm, no foul. It's nothing uncommon for this dog

to do that, so he does it. But just a moment later, after the dog disappeared into the darkness of the shrubs and stuff and down the trail, he heard this yelp. He thought maybe the dog got into a porcupine. It had happened a couple of years before, so he was like, oh, crap, rebel, you should know better than damn porcupine. So he was anticipating dog coming back with clothes and the muzzle and that type of thing. Dog comes back, but he's gimped up on the front pof

somehow he had twisted his paw. So as he's looking at his oh, the dog is trying to get inside. The dog wants nothing to do with outside. He's obviously hurt, but didn't give a shit and was trying to get the hell out of Dodge. And he was trying to make sense because none of it made sense. But as he's doing that at the tree lined about approximately not even thirty feet away, he hears the scream. He said, This scream hurt his ears. He literally had to cover

his ears it was so loud. As soon as that scream ended, he watched a dark figure he couldn't fully make out, grabbed the small birch tree, which was about three inches in diameter or so roughly, and just snap it off and rip it off, and it tried to throw the upper portion at him. This thing still had leaves on it or whatever, but he was already Once the scream hit and the scream stopped, he had picked up Broblin was heading inside when this thing chucked the

top of the tree. Now it wasn't some huge piece of a tree, it was simply just the top. It was probably about ten foot long, with a bunch of branches and so whatever leaves were left on. He gets inside and he shuts and locks the door, and he's sitting on his knees. He's literally in shock. He was crying when he was telling me that he had never been so fearful. He literally sat on his knees holding his dog, trying to help his dog's pock because it was twisted around. He wasn't sure if it was just

dislocated or what. So he was trying to hold it together and help his dog. And while he's doing it and sobbing because nothing was making sense, and I get it. He's sobbing, contemplating what the hell's going on. Then he hears this tapping on the window, and he's just not fully there because he's basically in shock. So he looks up,

looking at him in the eye. He said it came up to just above halfway in his window, and he's got four foot windows two foot off the floor, so we're looking at approximately four or five foot of this thing visible in the window, but the floor itself stood at least four feet off the ground, so it was also pilings and it was skirted off underneath this cabin. So this thing was nine to ten feet tall, roughly, give or take. And he's just stuck staring at this thing.

He said it had a milky gray, it looked blotchy. It had a skin condition or something, flat, broad nose, similar to a Native American, but he said that the hair had a little bit of a widow's peak wrapped around and then came back down under the nose like that, and it was real sparsely around here, and it was like almost reminded him of mutton chops, but it came down to a beard. He said, he couldn't figure out what the hell he was looking at. And so he's

sitting there in shock. This thing's tapping and then it starts circling around the cabin and starts banging against the wall, and he hasn't moved. He has a weapon there, but he forgot about that gun. He told me He couldn't even wrap his mind around what was happening, let alone his digital camera, his digital canquorder, his gun, none of that, None of it even popped into his head. He was

too traumatized in the moment. So as he's trying to emotionally cope with what's going on outside, he's got the dog on the inside just going ape shit. Now, this dog following around with a potentially broken paw, going crazy snarl and slobbery, and car just following this thing as it moved around the outside of the cabin. Picture it rebels, just barking at the wall. He sensed where it was.

This thing circled around once or twice. He was in trauma, so he don't remember exactly how many times it had circled.

But they came up to the door and he said, this place only had three windows, walk on each side, one in the back next to his bed, and the door had a small square window in it right a steel door, of course, But one of the things he had built into his cabin was this little lean tube board that leans down underneath the handle of the door, so in case the bear was trying to get in, it had support right at the doorknob, so midway on the door. It had reinforcement, so there was no way

to get play moving to easily pop it. So he turns around and he puts that into place. It was on the hinge. All he had to do was just standing up and it fell right against the door, and if the door tried to open, it would catch on the knob and keep it shut. Pretty ingenious actually, So he flings it up. He can't make anything out, and he tried looking out the window, the little square window in the door, but it was pitch black. So he was like, it was dark out. I'm not going to

see anything. So he turns around and grabs a flashlight, comes back over to look out the door because he's still hearing noise, and when he turns on the flashlight he catches a single eyes shone looking at him through the window. He said it was a blaze orange red. It blanked and it moved away. Rebels and we're doing this thing, so he said it was chaos, trauma, terror, things calm down. It appears at that moment the thing

was gone. He peeked out the windows nothing and got the drapes shut, not really because they scrambled to do it. So at this point he bandages Rebel splints at the best he can, and he's emotionally drained and wiped out, so he goes lays on his bed crashes out. He wakes up to Rebel licking his face, and as he's coming to and snapping out of it and realizing, oh,

what happened last night kind of thing. Along with the licking, he's feeling this weird tapping, don't It feels like it's coming from the floor, And he was like, the whole place is skirted, and he's like, did this thing get

under my cabin? Which I would be worried about that shit too, But what was going on is this thing was just down on the opposite side of the wall from his bed, and where it was hitting the wall, it was hitting his bed frame, and it felt like it was originating from the floor, but it was actually originating right next to him, and he didn't realize it because he was coming out of the fog for a

way to wake up. He sits up, he's listening to this tapping and he's trying to make out okay, And at this point he's contemplate shooting to the damn wall. And I don't blame I would have already been shooting anyway. No judgment, Dawn, I understand that shock. It's very good. God Man, good God. So he sits up and he's coming to and he's trying to figure out what's going on. It's tapping is continuing in the corner of his eye on the window that's on the same side of his bed.

He's got the one window next to him, a window about eight feet away on his left hand side, and then the other one's mirrors it on the opposite side on that side, and then the little square window in the door just at the edge. He could see out that window to his left, about that much of it, because that at the angle he was he only had about this much view at that angle out that window.

But he noticed movement, so he looks over, he leans forward to get a better look, and it's one of these things looking at him, looking right at him, wouldn't take its eyes off him, just doing this slow motion thing. So as that's happening, it dawns on him the tapping is still going, so that one that he's looking at isn't doing the tapping. There's a second one. At that moment, he was like, what the screw this noise goes for

his gun. At that moment, it was fight or fight, and he had nowhere to run, So he's gonna fight. He wasn't going to have none of it, and just click within him. He's gonna put up his fight. He thought they were there to get him and who knows this speculation. So grabs a gun as soon as the one by the window sees that gun. All of a sudden, they're gone, poof, They just bail out of there. So he's okay, they know what a gun is good because this is all I'm going to have for him from

now on. It is a gun. They hurt my dog, they're terroriting me. I'm over it. The morning continues, nothing happens. It's just dead quiet outside. He doesn't want to go outside. He just basically holds up in his cabin, keeping a lookout. Every once in a while he cooks for him. It

feeds his dog. And it's getting on into getting later in the day and it don's on a Rebel hasn't been out once yet, so he wants Rebel to use the facil so to speak, to go pee on a tree or whatever real quick before it gets dark, because with what's going on, and they had already heard his dog once, he didn't want to risk it. Understandable one hundred percent. So he lets Rubble out. Rubble just goes to the bottom of the stairs, lifts the leg does

this thing comes right back inside. No sooner than he gets to the door shut. And he's shutting this little thing, he feels pressure pushed against the door and there's that thing in the little square windows. So he puts his little makeshift door brace up because the window was so small and his head was so big, it would just had the one eye looking in at him. He runs over grabs a rifle. When he turns around, there's nothing

in the window. Right at this point, it's to the point where he put it in his mind and the next time I see one of these prick things, I'm just going to start shooting. I'm not going to guess there's something going on. And they're trying to do something. And he couldn't put it together because he was still in a fog of trauma. One of these things coming at you, and the next thing, they're tapping on the place and looking in the windows. It's not where you would want to be, that's for sure.

So he's doing his thing, and as he's going to the one window to hang up an afghan, which everyone knows it has a bunch of holes in it, but it peace of mind and some kind of visual barrier. He's hanging it up, and he's banging some nails into the wall real quick to hang the afghan on because he had notebooks for curtains. And as he's doing this, every tap he did directly behind him on the wall, a mimicking tap, and he just kept doing what he was doing. He was over, he wasn't going to react

to anything. He had made up his mind. It's time. Something's got to give, because where he's at his truck to get the hell out of Dodge is almost a quarter of a mile back to where the road ended and his property begare, and he had no driveway cut into his plates. Logistically, it would take a butt trying of gravel to get a good base layer to even make anything worthwhile. That's just how it's worked for him

for ten years. At this point now, as he's mentally thinking about his truck getting this Afghan hung and all that, he decides he's going to ignore it because he felt like he was going to have a narroorism or heart attack. He felt his blood pressure way too high, and he's not a spring chicken. He's in his mid sixties when this occurred, and he just knew it was taking a toll on hare and his body and especially his heart because he could feel like palpitations or something happening, or anxiety,

a panic to whatever you want to call it. And rightfully, he wasn't under siege. They weren't actively trying to break in, but they had him freaking surrounded and he's clearless. He has no idea what to do about it. He starts cooking something to eat. He's gonna do something normal to break his mindset. Let me focus on making some spam

and eggs. So he's frying up his spam and eggs, and just as he was cracking the eggs to put into the pair, boom, something hit really hard behind his little cooking stove, little counter area, and it hit so hard his little Coleman stove slid forward. He had to catch it, burn his hand a little bit. Slid it back, you must have. So he runs and grabs a rifle and he shoots through the wall right where it happened to have banged against it the last time, hoping it

was still standing there. And it was this osb rough staring on the outside, and typical drywall on the inside, two by six kind of framework or whatever, basically like a house wall. But we call them cabins because it's in the woods. I don't know me a cabin's a log cabin anyway, but his so he shoots through the wall. He shoots once and there's not a sound. He shoots the second time between where he first shot and where that window is boom, here's the scream. But the scream

came from the opposite side of the cabin. There was nothing tangible, is why he shot out this one and his scream's over here unless that one was startled by the shot and he was speculating. So nothing happens. It goes dead quiet. And after he finished tending to his dinner shaking. He was so upset he couldn't even eat, but he was hungry, so he was you've ever been so stressed? You just forcing food down to tastes like shit,

even though normally you like it. He was so stressed he knew he had to get something on his stomach because he could feel the bile. I feel for you, Doc, So he's dealing with that now. He just shot a couple of times. He said his ears were ringing from the shots. I'd asked him. I was like, did you fulfill any weird pressure or anything like that? He goes, no, not that night. I didn't feel that. He does later though, So the night goes on. Periodically there'll be a thump,

a bearing dog, growl. Dog would run chiaraoctally, jump off the bed, run over, grow by the door, running back over by a window, growl by the window. So the dog is basically running around and he's gauging, okay, he's actively barking over here, immediately running here than back over here. He's counting in his mind at least three of these things right. For the life of them, he can't figure out why after a decade this is happening here. Never once had a bear come through his yard, heard wolves

in the distance. The most he ever had come to his yard was a porcupine a few years earlier when Rebel got closing his mouth. That's the extent of the wildlife. There was more wildlife a little further down, but in his particular area, he was pretty close to a muskang, so there wasn't a whole lot of activity outside of the air of porcupying and made probably some Martin in the woods that he was unaware of. So he's sitting there and he's trying his best to ignore everything going on.

But remember rebels periodically running around doing this, so it's really hard for him to forget about it because it's in his space. He can't avoid it. It goes like that all night. He finally falls asleep just as he could see light on the horizon, and he sleeps and he's walking up approximately midday, Rebel looking at him again, gets up immediately. He's looking out the windows. There's no tapping. It's dead quiet outside. He looks all around, nothing in

the small closet. He had a forty five to seventy lever action. The rifle he had that he shot through the wall with was a two forty three, good for caribou. It's not a very potent gun. It's still a gun. So he gets to forty five seventy out and he gets out his old big bore loads and he loads it up and chambers around. Has Rebel stay inside. He goes out, and he circles around a couple times, and he notices these depressions in the ground where these things

have been walking. And he noticed back by his bedroom side something had been pacing just right outside the other side of the wall. And the realization of I wasn't seeing things. There's physical evidence in these tracks something was pacing anticipating something from me, is what he gauged. So he goes back inside. Things are calm, at least for the moment, things are calm. He lets rubble out to do his business. Rebel's doing his business, hobbling around more perky,

not as uptight out of nowhere. Way off in the distance, he hears what he clear to be the identical scream just before it broke the tree and threw it out him. So he hears the scream way off in the distance and was like, Okay, that thing has to be at least five miles away. It's got to be way far away. He calms down a little more. They're moving away. Okay, maybe this is done with. So he's going about his way, and he went to retrieve some killing, some firewood stuff

and whatever. He was doing, just household chores. He's got to stay warm, and he's got to replenish his stockpile inside the house, because his pile is right outside on the side of the cabin. So as he was collecting the fire with, some of it was moved, but nothing too malicious to his property out as far as I'm tearing anything up or breaking it. Right, he gathers up this wood and he goes in. He drops the load, looks around off the porch or whatever, goes back down,

grabs another armful. So he has two three days worth the firewood to get through the knights, and God forbid something else happens, and so he goes back up, gets the wooden and then he's standing on the porch whistling for rebel, not hearing from rebels nowhere to be seen. Now. Immediately his heart drops because he loves that dog. He's had it seven years now, and so he grabs his rifle from the porch where he had it staged in case he needed it. He grabbed a head lamp and

a flashlight. It wasn't dark, this was still daytime. He had time before the sunset, but he wanted to be prepared in case. Trying to find rebel took him further away from the cabin and it started to get dark. He wanted to be able to see to end one of these things because at this point he was over it. It was starting to shoot something. So he goes down their favorite trail. He thought he saw rebels call. Now it wasn't a collar with the rabies tagging all that.

It was a bright neon green with black checkering collar, a big sick one. He did that because it happened to reflect that night. So if he was called for rebel and couldn't see him. He could beam a flashlight and see where it's reflecting and see what he's digging into getting to at night or whatever. So he's anticipating this. He follows his trail, finds a caller, and he knows something is bad. Now oft in the distance the little ways, he hears a yelp, a real short wood. Immediately he

starts heading that direction. He's pissed. These things have his dog, but he's gonna go kill something. That's where his mind was. He was off to put some rounds on some things. But before he goes trucks on down the trail, he goes back to the cabin real quick and grabs more AMMO and he fills his two front flowel pockets with AMMA in his pocket, so he's fully loaded with extra ammal. He was ready for war. He was so done with it. I grabbed his forty four magnum of over strap that

on as well. He was going to get his dog, he said in twenty twenty hindsight. He felt he was being watched while he did this, because as soon as he got off the porch and started going in the direction of the yelp, he heard a yelp again but coming from a different direction. So often the distances single it from his left to his right and is approximately somewhere in the woods behind his cabin to the backside from his front door. So immediately that changes the way

he's walking in the woods. He had multiple trails, so he took the trail closes to what he thought. He figured they tried to get him, and Rebel was hurt and trying to make his way away from them and make it back to him. So that's what Darn was thinking. He didn't know for sure, but that's what he was hoping for. The dog was maybe hurt, but still able

to make it back to him. Goes down the trail and not seeing nothing, not seeing nothing, and he's starting to tear because he feels something wrong within him, and he's it dawned on him. He goes, what if these things are using the rebel in my love for him to lure me out there, That's quite possibly what was because he was like, okay, he stops and he goes in that moment, he goes, I had to let Rebel go.

If I didn't mentally just let Rebel go, my emotions were going to take over and I was gonna run off into the woods and probably never be seen again. That's the feeling he had in the woods at that moment. So he stopped, and he was about one hundred yards from the backside of his cabin at this point, along his trail going for this yelp sound. So he just decides, I'm done. I'll take a stand at the cabin and maybe I'll just go back now, gather up some stuff,

and just drive out of here. He had a whole lot going on because he was, in essence, losing his life, his property, his dog, everything that he cherished is at jeopardy right at this moment, and he's really struggling. So as he's about closed half the distance going back, he hears his dog, Rebel yelp again a lot freaking closer, within fifty feet behind him off the trail. So immediately he's okay, they seen how was even. They're trying to get my attention, and again he had to go. Now,

I have to let Rebel go. He was crying on the phone and he was telling me this missed up dude. So he's torn. He wants to go up because it's not far away, but he feels like something is trying to get him over there, to get him. He said he couldn't not feel that way, because that's just what he was feeling in the air. So he said, all right, I'm gonna at least put a shot on one of these damn things. I want to see it, and I'm going to shoot it for hurting Rebel. Maybe he'll drop Rebel.

I can retrieve him one last ditch effort. He couldn't just cut seven years of unconditional love from his dog and just by Rebel. He couldn't do it. He had to fight for his dog. I get it. So he turns around, he goes in that direction, and he's on point. He's ready. Where you at, mother, I'm gonna I got

something for your ass. Comes around this little stand of willow's leaning next to some pines behind it, right, So as he comes around the trail, all of a sudden, there's Rubbels on the ground doing a half crawl woo and out of it kind of thing like it'd just been do a ringer. He's like rebel, Rebel and dog instantly looks over at him with a very fearful look on his face. Oh no, not that he didn't want to see him, but more like a recognition that, oh, he's in danger and I can't help him. At least

that's how Don felt when he put eyes on him. Now, where Rebel was laying on the trail, there's a couple spruce right up next to the trail because it narrows out right at that particular point. So you have some trees on your right, some trees on your left, a little warm trail, and rebels on just to the back side of these trees. So you got the gap, and then Rebel's laying in the middle. Everything else behind rebels out of you because of the brush. So he's on point.

He's looking around behind him all over the place. Nothing. Nothing. He shoots once in the air chambers. Another one puts it on safety and starts going towards Rebel. Now, he said, when he got about ten feet from Rebel and was saying, it's okay, boy, it's okay. Daddy's here trying to sue him because the dog was whin bring really bad and struggling to move but couldn't. It appeared his back was broken. Okay.

As he's closing that gap, all of a sudden, something snatches Rebel and pulled them from out of his view, which Rebel against the tree on the opposite side of the trail right in front of Dawn, destroyed the dog one quick wit. Rebel was gone, basically mush. He said that Rebel hit with such force that he felt the impact. So immediately he's pissed. He's crying, but he's pissed. So he turns in a circle and it's bam, and he's just shooting into the trees right. He's letting him know

this is it, and he realizes he's at animal. He's taking from his shirt pocket and he's yelling and cussing as he's walking back down the trail, and at this point he's resigning himself. Okay, you can do me like Rebel if you want, that's fine, but I got something for you first. He makes it down the trail without instant and he's yelling. He's cussing him out, calling him every kind of bitch in the book. He gets over

to the cabin. As he comes around the front of the cabin, he comes up the stairs and he noticed the door was open. Something felt very off about that, so he backed down in the porch and is looking around for any sign. Now, grant you inside the cabin at this point, it's all shadowy. There's no lights on in the place. All he had was little lanterns and stuff. There was no electricity. He had a small generator for emergencies,

rarely used the thing, right. The rest of it was cooking on propane cans and all that kind of thing. So he said, you know what, Okay, maybe there is one in there. I hope. So goes up the steps, kicks the door, and he's ready and it's empty. It's dead quiet. He gets and he shuts the door, does his little lash thing. It's not dark outside yet. It's still on into a little later in the day to where the sun is going to be going down real soon,

and he's battling within himself. He doesn't quite know what he wants to do about the situation. And he's crying. He was crying pretty Hi. We had to do this in a couple of incremental phone calls because he got so emotional about it. He couldn't continue in that moment, and I wasn't gonna push him. He's breaking down, he's over it. He's really mourning the loss of rebel because it had been his companion for seven years. Man unconditional love. Man, I got dogs.

calendars or clocks. He could have actually slept a whole day and not known it. His word's not mine, so he was giving me reference on how things were going. He decides, you know what, I still got daylight. I can make it to the truck. I'll go down the road. Maybe I'll go down to the lodge by Trapper Creek and get a room for the night, and just think about what the hell I'm going to do about this whole situation. Because he's at a loss. These things just

killed his dog. They're stalking him in essence, using the dog to try to lure him out. His love for the dog has a similarity to the one mimicking a baby to lure him out, cunning shit meer. So he's resolute about his decision to leave, and he realizes by time he makes that trail to where his truck is. Sometimes he had to jump it because it had a bad battery, and where he was it wasn't easy just to drive into the walmart and Wacilla and get another one.

He had to plant his drives and what have you. But he had one of those old jump boxes one of his kids gave him for Christmas the year before, So every time he would go in near town or start a generator, he would plug this thing in. So when he did have to go on his truck, he had the little jumper to get it started. And so he was completing these things. He gathers that up, puts it in a pack, grabs a couple of important paperwork

document his wallet, and gets this stuff ready. And as he's doing that, he gets this overwhelming rush of this anger, this hatred anger towards the situation transpiring around him. There had been no activity since he left the woods, but he was feeling like he was being watched in these moments, and so with that feeling of being watched, he was like, it's getting close. Maybe I'll calm down, I'll eat something else and i'll get some sleep. First light, when it's

nice and bright, I'll get out of here. So he decides to do that. He didn't want to be in the dark trying to work the jumpers and get the things started with potentially these things around in the darkness. He wanted to be able to have better field of view before dealing with this shit. So he continues with his day. In the evening, he eats. He's really tired, he's emotionally spent. He said he cried till he was out of tears. His tear ducts were swollen and itchy,

is like he was having a major allergy attack. And he was really thirsty because he was dehydrating crying. So he's filling up on water and snacking, and in between his fits of sobbing over the sorrow of his lost dog, he didn't retrieve Rebel. Rebel was mush and he left for his safety. He couldn't safely retrieve Rebel's body. Okay, so he's caught the plate in that. What am I going to do? I'm not going to stay here anymore. This place is now tainted. They killed my dog. I

feel like they're after me. And so he's resolved himself that he's no longer going to stay there. His kids, his grown children live in Aurora, Illinois. They had been asking him a couple of years, when you're going to move down. We've got the mother in law place or whatever. So, yeah, all these light decisions are go up through his mind in these moments out in the woods. He ends up drifting off to sleep. Now as he's coming too from

waking up. He got up before sunrise. There was light on the horizon, so he knew morning was coming soon. The reason he knew that. At one point he took off the coverings from the windows. He wanted them to be looking in. He sat to where out of view of the windows in his corner, in the back of his bed, waiting for something to look in a fricking window, because he's going to shoot it in the face. His word's not mine, he said. He'd had it. Then one of them was going to get some gunpowder burns all

over their nose, is his words. So he has that. When he wakes up, there's no movement around the windows or anything, but he knows within an hour or two he's going to have to get up to that truck and just go and deal with it later after he's had time to recoup and figure shit out. So he gets up, he gets the stuff on him, He double checks his animal, double checks all his necessities, double checks

the thing. It's fully charged for the jumping thing. As he's contemplating it, he's standing there in a surreal moment to ulize that what he's worked for ten years and loves is now dead to him. His love for his cabin, his love for living alone in the woods, dead to him. It didn't break him, but it broke his spirit for

wanting to be in the wild. He was done with it, and the sight of his cabin, he said, made him physically sick in that moment when he's looking around at everything he worked hard and loved to now it means nothing to him because of these things. If you guys could have heard him telling you Jesus Mary. So it gets lighter and he's ready to go. He's made up his mind. He takes a quick peek out the wind. There's no activity, but there's no sound either. It's dead quiet,

like it's been for a few days now. So he feels these things are still nearby, somewhere watching it, and rightfully he doesn't know, no one does. So he's done. He goes down the stairs out the front porch. He checks his perimeter, trying to check things out, make sure he's good. And he continued on the trail. He said, I kept my eyes forward, my ears open, and I was moving at a quick clip, as fast as I could move. He had a nea replacement a few years

before that. It was better than it was before the surgery, but he had a little bit of a hard time when he first was warming up getting moving for the day. He was a bit stiff, is what it boils down to. Working out that stiffness. As he's walking, he's lifting his right leg a little higher to get a stretch because he felt the craft coming on and didn't want that. As he's getting about or he can almost see his truck. So he's covered almost a quarter mile, so he said.

On the trail, it cuts around and then cuts back to the road, and he was roughly not quite one hundred yards before he would be able to see his truck. As he gets to that point, something from the brush. He couldn't quite make out because it was a little bit at a distance, but it was dark, very dark, was low to the ground, but very big. It ran fast from his right to left left, about seventy five yards away at a clip away from him, quartering away from him. So it was like, okay, whatever that was,

I'm assuming a black bear. It's gone. Okay. He's got his forty five seventy hand going to mess around with it. So he continues on down the trail. As he comes around the corner of the trail, he sees one of these things pushing on his truck, gauging and testing it, pushing on the bed of it right, So immediately he just lifts the gun up and just shoots it right in the back boom. The thing crupples backwards a little bit hopped up and run off into the trees. Meanwhile,

he's racking in another shot. Boom. He's just putting shots behind it. It wasn't really aiming. He was just take that. Take that for rebel. So he gets over there and he's looking at his truck and it's not damage. There's a little bit of a dent in the side the back quarter panel of the truck by the bed where this thing was just pushing on it, feeling it out, so it goes over. He tries to jump in to start it, and the battery was just little two dead.

He just did the old two turns a round quick shit, So he pops away. He gets out, He hooks up the jumper thing to it, and he's doing all this trying to keep the rifle held while he's putting on the things. He was in a fit of terror, controlled terror.

He knew he had to get a jump to get that out of Dodge, gets it hooked up, goes back to in front of the car and gets in the driver's seat and lays the rifle, pulls a forty four mag out, sets it on his lap because the rifle is too cumbersome to wheeled inside their truck, starts holsters a forty four as he stands out walks around his door as he comes round in the front of the truck where it should have been in view when he was sitting in the truck. All of a sudden, now

there's one standing right by the trees. He said it was approximately twenty twenty five feet away tops. That's not very far. So as he's coming around to disconnect the little jumper box from his battery, he sees what he realizes what he's looking at and immediately draws and just starts firing the forty four at this, saying as it runs off into the trees, doesn't know if he hit it, but he was over it. He was gonna get him

for rebel. Gets this thing, shuts theod, looking around no other movement, hops in his truck and gets out of dodge. He led there a decade, not an issue, not even a fricking bar in his yard, and then something like this happens. And I know of their existence. There's too many people I know that were with me, plus people they know that had their own experiences. There's no debate for me, there's no amount of evidence they could tell

me that they're not out there. I know for a fact they are, So I'm not here to prove anything. That's not the purpose of this channel. The purpose of this channel is to get Alaskan experiences out there. Real experiences and not just what you may see with an out of state TV show coming up like Discovery and all that, where they just make a mockery of like port Lock and stuff. They could have done that so

much better with way more respect for the culture. Elders don't come down to the beach and so you watch you for to know they don't do that. Ship. That's all production that will invite you to their house, feed you until you're dumb. They're not gonna sit there and chase you down. They're you're elder. They just summon you and you've gone listen how dumb you are? Anyway, I digress.