Now one of your pudding. I got a string going on here something just because my dog. Something killed your dog, my dog. We're flying through the air over the tree. I don't know how it did it, Okay, Damn, I'm really confused. All I saw was my dog coming over the fence and he was dead. And once you hit the ground like, I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog coming over the fence. Sat what are you putting? We got some wonder or something prowling around out here? Did you see what it was?
Or 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.
What quent on out there?
It's thought of a bit of about sixty forty nine. I don't know easy out there?
Yeah, right, greetings from Alaska. This is spread Royal Korean travel counts.
However, from doing it, I'm going to share with you today the experience. So the two relatives that were with me on the river bank with d al hooting, we have man and camp. They flung some of the fire logs are out on the river that same year, less than a month later from that experience, we'll call the Penelope and Jasmine. That's not their real names, but close enough. So Penelope and Jasmine that were with me. They both were going gold prospecting, but up by Harris Creek, which
is north of klik Andick. It's just above where the cutoff for the New Yecup River where they come together there they take off.
They get up.
There and there's this big gravel bar right there in the middle of the river, and it's got this huge tree stock. I don't know how long that tree style has been stuck on that particular gravel bar, but it breaks the channel up into two and it goes right around the gravel bar, and it's really deep channel. If you're facing north, deep channel, high bank to your left, tree dump in front of you on this gravel bar, lower bank to your right, with a lot of trees
that wrap back around the bend. A little further down on the left is the mouth of the Nuyacut River in a spit, a little bit of a point from where it converges. They get there and they get set up. As they're getting set up, they heard weird noises, but they put nothing to it. Just they were in the deep woods. It's probably just some loose drawing or something they just never came across.
So they do their thing.
They set up their kent and they said it just behind that big tree style to block the breeze that comes down the river.
They're set up and they're comfortable.
They got a limited amount of firewood, but they only planned on camping on the gravel bar just that one night, and they were going to continue up to Harris Creek. So they're doing their thing. Jasmine's tired, goes asleep. Penelope stays up, turning the fire, sipping some cold ones and joining the beautiful scenery. In that time of year, it's roughly a twelve twelve light cycle, twelve hours of darkness,
twelve hours a light. It hasn't gone into the wee hours of winter where we get three four hours of actual sun on the horizon, kinding of light. He's doing a thing, little fires popping and crackling away, and it keeps getting this eerie feeling like he's just something right, like he's being watched. So grabs a spotlight firearms still in its case inside the tent. They were on a say a bar they fell safe from any intrusion as they fell, it.
Would be alright. So he just grabs a spotlight and it.
Goes around the whole long gravel bar there, just beaming off into the trees, trying to figure out why he's getting this eerie feeling. And it gets to the front side of the stump facing northward Terrors Creek. There's a beam on it sees five sets of eyeshire, three smaller ones, two taller ones. That three smaller eyes shines were bright vivid white, and the two taller ones were a amber red, and immediately.
He's shucked, what the hell is that?
It was more curiosity for Penelope, because Penelope's just really trying to He's checking his glasses and he's just trying to put together what he's seeing. It seems through out of place to have that kind of thing happening. So he chalked it up initially that there must be someone some reflectors of some kind up there, and it's just in a weird pattern.
I'll be able to make it out tomorrow.
And looked it at that because he didn't move none of that stuff, and he still has this eerie feeling. He was able to compartmentalize eye shine into something that just isn't nothing to worry about.
What's funny and subconscious that he knew something was off.
I only laughed because Penelope gave me so much crap before this experience for him, so I'll leave it along and just tease him.
What the name change?
So Penelope starts beaming again, just keeps feeling like he's being watched beams again, and he's circling back the other direction this time. And when he swings the light over to where the New YORKUK meets the Nishgak River. There at that little point, he thought he saw what it looked like a big guy in the fur jacket jumped into the trees, but he heard nothing.
He's still in a little bit of self denial.
It's like things aren't making sense, but internally his mind is danger So he digs.
The gun out. He said he felt like he was on autopilot. Everything was surreal.
It sounded like a weird noise happening, but he couldn't really make it out, like a whining of a saw way off in the distance. That's the best thing he could equate it too. He said it probably wasn't a soft. He gets his rifle out, has it loaded, has it ready, stokes the fire a little bit, and continues drinking some
cold beers. He continues, bought lighting and didn't say anything else of the eyes shine wasn't there, And so he calms down and he sits and he's just trying to piece together what he saw and if he actually saw it, because let's be honest, if we were out there and we saw five sets of eye showing, when's your first response be what the hell am I looking at? And did I really see that? So he's going over everything
in his mind, he said. As he's doing that, he's facing north towards Harris Creek, with the fire right in front of him, a little offset spotlight next to him in the rifle, leaning up out of his leg.
Because he was sitting a tree stuff.
Out of the corner of his left eye, he sees this big thing moving on the river bank adjacent to a parallel and then moving up towards Harry's Creek. He frowze up, looking and he grabs the spotlight out of the corner of his eye and he beams and this scene gets beamed quartering away from him, so he didn't see its face, but he said it was Paul Man like long arms. It wasn't pitch black, but it was very dark in color. It was obviously not a man.
It was way way too big to be some made, too big to be a suit to be moving that fluidly. He wasn't reactionary. It was more like, what the hell you do with that? So it just moves on into the darkness. He stopped beaming. It just heading the sand type of thing. He goes, no, this ain't right, so he wakes up Jasmine. Jasmine's not happy. His feathers were ruffled to be interrupted by foolishness until he came outside.
Came out.
After arguing back and forth, Panold was serious, Hey, get your butt out here, come see this stuff for yourself.
I need a witness, basically, man.
That's what boils down to, because he felt if he didn't get Jasmine to come see this stuff going on with him, no one would believe him.
Hey, fair enough, that's how it goes.
So finally coaxes Jasmine out of the tent and demand's Jasmine bringing his rifle. So Jasmine calling out his rifle and saying, man they're better be a bear ready to charge us for getting me out of this. Damn, I'm tired. Because they'd been on the river a couple of days. It takes a while to get way up there like that. So they're going back and forth, and he's explaining what he saw and Jasmine's dismissing it, and then I hope he's not.
I know what frick I saw, Doude, Listen to what I'm telling you. He goes. Listen to that.
Jasmin catches on that numbing, buzzing sound off in the distance, and as they're both literally listening to the air, not really looking in any particular direction from the direction to Harris Creek just north of them, they hear the loudest, blood curdling scream that they've ever heard, and it snapped them out of their little trance argument.
Survival mode instantly kicks in, he said.
Once Jasmine came out, he was standing and holding his rifle, and somehow his rifle ended up right near the edge of the water, because when they were startled, stuff kind of flung when they were jolted with that string. That's how loud it was, that's how forceful this scream was, and so he immediately grabs his rifle again. He's checking it, and they get the spotlight and they beam the direction that they heard the scream come from. They want to
know what the hell's coming, so they beam. When they beam, they see three sets of eye shine, two bigger red eye shines, one smaller white set eye shine, and they kill the light real quick because this time there was movement, and so they killed it. And we didn't want to attract that whatever the hell it is, because they couldn't make it out. They could just make out the eye shine at that distance. They sit down the spotlight and
they're talking amongst each other. Maybe we should drip down river a little waves anchor out and then became what we did earlier.
That year with the au hooting stuff.
They're discussing that because we didn't see anything at that point, and this time they actually see these things and they're not necessarily trying to hide.
They did a little movement.
They both recognized it's not right. So they start talking reliving what happened a few weeks before with me in the skiff when we had to ditch that camping spot with a big bonfire. And as they're discussing reliving that moment. They hear another scream comes direction, but it's a little closer, so immediately they snap out of their debate. They beam up towards Harris Creek again. Now there's the three they saw, the two bigger red eye shines, the smaller set of
white eye shine. They saw two more red eye shines, even taller than the ones three or four other white eye shines. They started panicking because of the noise eye shins. So there's something living and there's something very loud over there. They already know it's a hairy man. They're trying to figure out how this is happening. So they decide they're gonna roll the punches. Nothing has happened. We'll stay here on this gravel bar. Now, it's only twenty feet to
the taller river bank, probably thirty on this side. To the other side of the river bank, a deep channel between that and the high bank to their left, and that goes northwards Harris Creeks out of it. So they got their game plan. They're gonna forget about They don't want nothing to do with it. They're gonna forget about it.
Nothing's happened. They're safe, and as they're discussing how they're safe, they are think this cadence of something dropping in the water, nothing big, just like little pebbles getting dropped in the water. It's happening at such a rate that they can't ignore it.
At first, they figured it was a little fish job or something you've ever been on lake similar to that to sounds, So that starts happening, and then the cadence spees up a little bit and it is coming from behind them and from just off in front of them. They're thrown off by it. It's like all of a sudden, there's a new thing making noise. So they decide, we
can't ignore this. Let's stoke up the fire. Jasmine wasn't feeling good genuinely said, hey, I'm gonna have my fire already, but I need to lay down so if anything starts coming in on us, let me know for sure.
I will jump up and join.
You and Penol if he wasn't happy with that, Hey, his look wasn't feeling good, See how go lay down it. Just as they finished that little conversation and Jasmine's crawling into the tap, a huge splash hits the channel between them.
And the high make to.
Their leaf coblooge and there's a broken top half of a birch tree, leaves still on it. They didn't hear this thing break and nothing. All of a sudden, it's just colute up. He was just raising watching this thing start to sink into the river and then get drive down by the current.
It was just so random, a tree in the channel. So he's trying to figure out what he just saw. You know, it was a tree.
He knew it was a birch tree, but he was trying to process the mechanics of what just happened.
Why is this happening?
The fear level goes right back up to where he can't not pay attention. So he resumes close in the front of the fire and he's got his firearm and he's telling Jasmin, who's communicating from the tent, pay oh fine, I'm just laying here ready to move. Just holler if you need me, And he goes, Dude, something threw a tree in the river next to us.
Something's not right. So they talked back and forth and he realizes.
That Jasmine is genuinely not feeling so he eases up on how aggressive he's being about help me.
He realizes he's there and he'll help.
So as they're having this little discussion, corner of his eye he sees the moment again. This thing is pacing back and forth, not quite getting parallel with them on the river bank, but just above them, pacing back and forth. And after it stopped pacing back and forth, it turned and looked directly at him that started doing this swaying thing as it lowered it and squatted itself down, bringing its elbows onto its knees, and then doing this sway
thing and going back up to standing up. He said it was every bit of at least twelve foot tall. That was a rough guesstimate. He said it was very big, very hulky, real thick. So this thing squats down, stands back up, doing the same thing. Coming down the river bank, it does this little half step, does the same thing, staring right at him, squats all the way down, elbows on the knees kind of thing, and does the same thing and stands back up, and that little half step
does it again. This whole time he's this measurment as of what the hell am I watching? As this thing is doing this When it would get to full height, he noticed its eyes would take off him and look behind him and then right back to him, like it was really fast. But he noticed it because it was every time it stood up, he was like, what the hell. He's trying to tell Jasmine what's happening, but he's stuttering
because he's all struck by what's happening. But he knows it's looking at something behind him, and he doesn't like that thoughts, so he grabs the beam. He gets Jasmin to come out. Jasmine starts watching this thing do it. He's still on his hands and knees like a dog, looking out the tad door to his right. Now up at the river bank, at this sink doing this. Now, grant you, there's no beam on it. It's simple firelight and the ambient light. At that time of night, the
woods still seemed pitch black. But they could see this thing doing this thing, and they could see its eyes because of the firelight. When it would look at him, it gave off a certain luminescence, not like a it's throw on high beams. It just a weird type of eye shine was coming off of it to where it was easy to see it was two lie Bys.
And stay tuned for more sasquatch out to see. We'll be right back after the these messages.
It wasn't like a direct eyeshine. I understand what he's getting. At Jasmine's Washington sing Penelope grabs the spotlight, spot lights it. It keeps doing his thing. It stopped doing this little half step thing and doing it. It was the standard of another place, stand up, do the same thing down, and it just kept doing that repetitively at its own pace.
It's old cadence. And so he turns around and beams directly behind where he's noticed the scene keeps looking once it stands up all the way, he sees two sets of eye shine down river on the opposite bank looking back at him.
So now concern goes way up. Now, what the hell do we do?
Turns around because Jasmin's slapping his leg, because Jasmin's still on all fours looking over to his right. Stop at this thing doing this stuff, and he starts slapping Penelope's
leg to get his attention because he couldn't speak. This thing had come further down parallel with them, just directly across the twenty foot distance or so, a little higher than now and was just so massive standing there and it's starting making this weird noise, showing its teeth and started rocking back and forth with that same noise down to his knees and then back up. And they were like, this thing is getting worked up. It's challenging us. Immediate concern.
They decide they're going to take the fires. We're gonna chircle a round to the backside of that tree stuff and keep an eye in that direction in case it starts throwing stuff, which is a genuine concern. They did that directly as a result of what happened to me the year before when that one chucked a rock at me.
So they got behind some kind of real cover instead of a simple nile on tech. They didn't know its intention.
How could you this thing's making this weird noise up squatting down.
You got two sets of eye shine behind you. You're sitting here freaked out because this thing is doing this.
We get there's other ones around. I've been in similar situations. It is not something you want. I hear a lot of people say, I just want to see you one to confirm I know they're there, and fair enough if I get it human curiosity. You want to know, but sometimes you gotta be careful what the hell you're wishing for, because there's certain things the reality of what was going on.
This thing's doing this crazy stuff. They're virtually surrounded, but yet they had a retreat, they had the skiff right there, they had guns. Nothing drastic has happened, but there's some ominous about what this sing is doing. So it goes on for a little bit, still doing a thing, and it always would turn and be directly facing them. But he did notice after a couple times a bit squatting down and whatever.
Once they got behind the stump, it was looking and.
Not where it was originally where he saw the two sets of eye shine behind them on the river bank. But the eye shine he had anticipated was moving. So when he beamed that direction where you saw it looking now, sure enough two sets of eyeshine, different heights. They were bobbing and moving because of the light or so he could really make out full figures.
So he kills the light. They're behind the stop.
The one is still on the bank on the opposite side of the stop, and they're watching it move around, and it's almost like it's searching the ground looking for something. They think, oh, it's gonna grab a rock. Jasmine's freaked out at the thought. He goes, we can't just let.
It grab a rock. So he shoots a shot in the air.
Right there's a shit out of Penelope because Penelope wasn't expecting it.
The shot rings out.
This scene takes off into the trees, doesn't look back, just gone and he didn't shoot at it. Penelope turns, beams the opposite side of the river bank and there's just some brush moving, no eye shine, okay, A pop a shot in the air. This scene cook off, so they beam up towards Harry's Creek again. No more Eyeshinl're like, we're good, good, okay, now we know what to do.
Would pop a shot? They're gone.
They felt confident in this. They calmed down. Some time pass, Jasmine gets back to sleep. Penelope decides, I'm gonna have one more cold on.
I'm gonna go to sleep.
Does this thing is laying there and he's got the rifle laid on him because you know what they just dealt with and saw. Things have gotten quiet and it's just doze and off. He didn't remember how much started to pass. But it was plenty dark by now. He heard something in the water, like a gurgling water sound like something moving through the water. So he's just laying there listening on is that something drifting down the river and water's just lapping over it, or it's something moving
through the water. He found out soon enough. He felt and heard water dripping off of this thing as it came onto the gravel bar. So it crossed across the channel, is coming up the gravel bar, and it circles around the stump, and it circles around the whole tent hoffing and it was imitating a bear hut really well, but it was too loud. It was far too loud to actually be a bear huh. Because zero to Salmon River.
He wanted to make sure right. So after this thing circled once and he heard it going back towards the stump, he figured, now it's a good time. I can get out behind it and get sight on this if it is a bear, and scare it off. So he unzips and then he hears the grunting stop whatever it was her the zipper, and he got quiet and he couldn't hear it moving anymore, and he goes, hey, we're armed in here. I will shoot you very loud. Scream echoes up and down the river, very loud, multiple octaves. Freak
the hell out. Jasmin's up right now. Because this thing literally screened less than fifteen feet away from them. They felt it through everything. So he threatens to shoot. Scream happens. He's stuck. The zipper's only part of the way up and he ain't gonna freaking get out of there. In his mid's eye, he's picture in this thing, just snatching the tent like he would and rolled up brown paper bag and just smashing it against and rightfully, I would have thought the same thing.
They're dead. Quiet.
They hear the scene moving to get circles around one more time, grunting aloud of this time with the gurgle. He sounded like if you had a bad walk of pneumonia. Every time he breathed out, it had that sound to it. And he said it was unnerving because you could tell it was massive. The scene was massive, felt the footsteps
in the ground. It circled the second time and it stopped behind the tree stump, and they heard the tree stump moving rolling in the gravel, and they could feel it being rocked and pushed because of the weight of it.
Bult thump in the ground.
They're not that far from this thing, so they're like, is this thing gonna smash us? With the tree stopped, and Penelope said, shrew this, zips up the tent and just shoots out the door the opposite direction of this thing. He's just shooting high out the doors. Yea, let's a bunch a round fly.
Had their ten round box mag or whatever.
There's just all sorts of sound that happens on both sides of the river at this point.
So they're both like, holy shit. So they get out, they.
Crawl out, they beam around, and they don't see nothing that happening. They felt eerie enough that they took what they could. They left the tip there. They got in the skiff and they use the battery life left on that spotlight to putter their butts and stay in the channel to get back down to Kaliganik. And they camped out on the landing at Kaliganik there. This is not
unique to me, it's not unique to them. And Nick, like Chris the photographer with several fishing game warns, I wish they would come board and speak, because I'm sure they've seen just as much shit, if not more than me. A little something about what I exactly know. I am no expert, I am not a researcher. I am simply a First Nation's Alaska native that has had these encounters and experience and never talked about it until just the last couple of years. In our culture, we don't share,
we don't spread it out. It stays in our community. It's part of our oral history. When we're speaking on these things so nonchalantly, it's because that's how it is out there in the bush. These things happen periodically. You'll have a hairy man's scream at you, you'll have something thrown at you as you're walking down at the mountain trail. It happens all the time, but it's never talked about, especially in our culture.
Now there's people that you know.
Have had Alaskan experiences that have shared elsewhere. I'm from Alaska, I've shared it elsewhere, but a lot of First Nations don't, and that's because it's not in our culture. We don't go squatching. As a matter of fact, that one I saw by the Mannaicuota trail. It made a wooden knock sounds with its mouth. It didn't bang two sticks together. It made like a tongue pop, and it sounded like two Louisville slungers hitting each other.
So you do with that? I don't know by no means of my an expert.
I've just had circumstances happen from the places I bear, and that give me a different outlook on it, because for us, it's not a matter of proving anything.
There's nothing to be proven.
It is just as relevant as most bearer wolverine cariboo.
It is just as relevant.
It's the outside world that doesn't accept it. Doesn't accept it because some of them with the fancy piece of paper didn't say And that's on them. I can't change that. They can sit there in their Ivy League school that's less than two hundred years old and try to dictate something that has been passed down orally for tens of thousands of years through the first nations.
They dismiss it. Oh, it's there of a mythos, it's in mythology, it's this, that's that.
Okay, fair enough, until you have experienced it. A lot of non believers, they won't believe it understandable. But understand, when I'm speaking of these things, it's not that I live in some fairy tale land in my head or some bullshit like that. I'm very saying these things are happening constantly in a remote village.
And when I say constant.
Land, I mean every time someone goes outside, I'm saying it happens with such relative frequency.
Why report it? You leave the village, something screams at you, you make it home.
That's daily light, not literally every day, but that's part of lights and the remote Alaska weird stuff all the time.
You don't how many UFOs.
As sightings have been shared with me from just between new Studio Hawk and Colligan. It literally, I already have several handfuls of just those encounters of seeing a UFO in these very remote places in all Aska. There's so much going on that we have no clue by no means. Understand. I'm not trying to sound like I'm some authoritative voice and I know all this.
What I'm sharing is what I know, and I don't know squad. I'm not an expert.
Seeing their tracks several types of scenes what they would call structures, seeing these things, Ronnie doing all sorts of different various things.
But it's by default, it's not unique to me. There's so many people in Kalignik New Studio.
Hawk back homing, dilling here, several lodges in through the wood chick Chicks, state parks.
It just doesn't get spoken about. So no one knows.
That this stuff is going on. So when you hear someone like me just spouting so nonchalantly about it, it could give you the wrong idea and maybe I know something others don't.
I don't know shit.
What I do know is what I've experienced, and what I've experienced has been aggression, cunning. The level of cunning these things have is unreal. The Macha baby to lure someone out. So what I'm getting at is I'm not an expert on anything. I am only sharing what I've dealt with and what others are sharing with me. If I had come across like I'm some expert on something,
I apologize. I'm just sharing, hearing what I know, and honestly, in the big scheme of things, I don't know squad, I could tell you they shake stuff, they break stuff, and they throw stuff. Ooh, that's not a wealth of knowledge. You understand, And I'm only knocked on about it because I've accepted it. I've seen it. It's just part of what's going on out there. It's what it is. I appreciate you all listening, listening to me rant about exactly what.
I don't know what I wanted to share with you today. Benson and Terry started but what was supposed to be an adventure about twenty years ago.
Now.
They were basically going to do some fly fishing for trout. They wanted some brookies and some other stuff. They made their plans to get an Alaskan adventure. They both used to live in Anchorage. Now I believe one is in New Mexico and the other ones in Arizona. They didn't move because of this. They moved for jobs and family after this situation, so keep that in mind. It started off, it was supposed to be a week long adventure. They
got dropped off on the cusca Quim had firearms. One had a lever action forty five to seventy, the other twelve gage. They had a forty four magnum pistol. From what Benson shared with me, it started off their first day.
They were so excited. It was early fall. There was still some.
Mosquitos, not a whole lot, so they were basically finding ways of combating the mosquitos. They didn't bring any bug dope or anything, so they had biting flies and mosquitos to deal with. They were going along just mitigating the train, trying to figure out the best possible movements. So they start their journey and they're going down this creek bed the initial point of it. From what Benson was saying, there was birds and other wildlife signed for the first
day and a half. Now, they were not in a rush. They were going to take their week, actually as ten days, but it ended up being a week. But they're going to take their ten days and make the most of it, do their things, see Alaska, get some adventure in. As the second day started, they got up to absolutely no sound whatsoever. It was dead quiet, and they both got the hebgb's and felt like they were being watched. Now
Terry had gone to basically look around. Benson told him, don't go too far, jokingly says, if you see anything interesting, just let me know. Little did he know what was about to happen, because Terry walks off and he's gone twenty minutes. He makes his way through brush and stuff, and it starts to open up into some tundra, probably
seventy five yards away from this creek. Terry said that as soon as he busts through the shrubs into where it opens up one hundred and twenty yards in front of him, this figure was standing looking at him.
Dumbfounded.
He said he couldn't make out the full expression on a creature's face because it was silhouetted. The way the sun was coming up, there was no clear definition of facial features other than he could tell it was looking right up at him and just tilted its head to the side. What am I looking at? While he's tilting his head? What the hell am I looking at?
And stay tuned for more sasquatchy out to see. We'll be right back after these messages, so Terry said.
He cuts back, follows his back trail, gets back over there, yells for Benson. Benson is tidying up camp and stuff, trying to be bear safe, putting away their breakfast stuff and their clean utensils. Terry comes pale as ghost saying, Hey, there's a big dude over there. Let's go talk to him. So at this point, Terry didn't relate its size to anything other than a man, because where it's in open tundra,
there's nothing to assess its height. There was no little trees or shrubs near it for him to get a good guests mian on height. He just assumed it was a big dude, assumed he was in furs. Now, when Benson and Terry come back through the same path, they get into the opening and there's nothing there, right, So Terry's like, I'm telling you it was standing over here.
So he goes show me. And so while Benson stood.
There, we're looking around, Terry started walking over that direction. It started dawning on him how far away it was, started to mentally assess its height. Now, he doesn't make it all the way out to a spot where he's seen this thing standing Once he starts realizing, wait a minute, this thing was much bigger than I thought. He stopped going forward and turns around and comes back, meets up with Benson's laughing at him. What's going on here? What did you see? Was it a bear just standing up
looking at you? Terry, not wanting to be made fun of, was like, probably That's probably what it was with the light and everything, which it was clear that morning, but he just went along with it. Must have been a bear stood up, looked at me, freaked me out. Whatever, so he let it go. They continue on about their day. They continue hiking that creek. As they're hiking along that creek, they go from east to west. That's where they camp
for their third night. Now, from what Terry said, as they were getting ready to put camp up, he kept feeling like he was being watched, and he kept turning his back. It ended up to where he got so creeped out. He moved the tint as close to the water's edge as possible while Benson was doing other stuff. Benson was setting up a little cooking area and so he wasn't really paying attention to what Terry was doing.
And then I guess they got into a little bit of an argument once Benson saw how close to the water that he was putting these tints up. Hey, we can't be that close. If the big rain happens overnight, we could get potentially flooded out or whatever, and we could lose gear and YadA. So Terry's look, I feel like I'm being watched, I'm getting the creeps over here by this brush. Benson assures him, Hey, look, it's probably just that bear being curious. It's already seen us. It's
probably just young and following us around. If it comes in on us, then we'll take care of it. If not, then we'll leave it be. Terry agreed, goes on with what he was doing, changes the area of which he set up the tent. What he ended up doing was taking some of his fishing line, taking empty cans, and making an early alarm system, early warning system, a little trip wire, if you will, with cans attached to the
end of it. He had it laid out so whatever tripped on this in coming out of the brush, it would jingle cans right next to the tent. And so while Benson was cooking, Terry was setting up his little early warning system, and Benson gave him, shit, he's looked that barrier gonna come in on us. We'll wash the food trays. Will be good anyway. So that night they're sitting around the campfire. They're both pretty tired and beat
up and bug bitten. They want to call it. So, just as it was starting to get dark, probably between eleven and midnight, they decide they're going to crawl into the tent, and no sooner than the tent was zipped, they heard the cans jingle, and so immediately Terry is jumping up to unzip and stuff, and Benson says, hey, we just got in the tent. We probably bumped it and jingled the cans. Calmed down, Terry calmed down, and from what Terry said, he had an ominous feeling. He
couldn't explain it. He didn't know why, but he kept getting this ominous feeling. Now, of the two, Terry smoked. So a little bit later, Terry makes the excuse, I'm going to step out and smoke a cigarette and make sure that fire is dying down or whatever. And Benson was already half asleep and said all right. So Terry
gets outside. He's on high alert. He's sitting there trying to figure out what made the cans jingle because they didn't bump the tent enough, and the way he had it set up, he knew that them getting in the tent wasn't going to jingle the.
Cans, and so he was real curious.
So he's sitting there watching the tree line behind him is the little creek and it's running. It's making a little bit of noise, not a whole lot. It wasn't very fast moving. And so he said, as he was watching the trees in front of him in the brush, he was looking at every shadow, studying it real hard. He had the forty four magnum, his rifle was right inside the tent, but and he felt secure in the moment.
He sat on the little.
Log and was smoking a cigarette, just studying real hard. He realized he was hearing the weird noise and it was coming from in the water. Sounded like someone moving through the water.
So he's this.
English backtracking us and figured, I'm going to get to drop on this bear because the noise was coming from the opposite side of the tent from what he said. So he keeps around to the side and jumps out, going ah ah ah, just yelling, trying to scare of what he thought was going to be a bear off, right, just give it a good startle and run it off. That's not what was in the water. So this thing was standing about midway in the creek, just staring at
him while he's yelling, and stuff didn't flinch. Didn't make a move, wasn't intimidated in the least bit. He said it was about eight and a half foot tall, from the best he could guess because it was in the water and he wasn't sure exactly how deep the water was there eight eight and a half foot out of
the water. As he's sitting there dumbfounded, Benson heard him scream and holler he's making a fuss because Benson, a little older than Terry, didn't want to be dealing with Terry and Shenanigans are bullshit, you know what I mean. He's yeah, cussing him fussing. And as Benson starts moving in the tent, basically coming out of the tent, this thing hears that, and when Benson comes out, it turns around and walks away from them. Benson was only able to see the back end of this thing going up
over the bank into the brush. From what Benson said, he did not see what Terry did at that moment. All he saw was something dark going into the brush line.
Fair enough.
He didn't full on see it. He didn't full on see it. Terry's telling him what he saw. He said, this thing is huge, at least eight eight and a half foot tall standing in the water there. I yelled at it. It did nothing. You came out and tell them the whole thing. Benson, his curiosity's peaked. He doesn't fully believe that's what Terry saw. He believes Terry saw something. He's just not sure if he was misidentifying young juvenile bears standing up. That's what Benson had stuck in his head.
He freely admitted that. He goes I had a bear.
Stuck in my head.
As he's basically chastising Terry a little bit, he tells him, next time you see that, Barry, shoot that thing. It's obviously stalking us. It's a good enough reaze, We'll shoot it. We'll report it whatever. Terry's okay. I didn't want to do that, but I will. As they try to go back to sleep, which was very difficult for Terry, Benson wasn't as startled as Terry, so Benson said he went right to sleep. He wasn't quite in shape for hiking or anything like that, and so he decided I'll crash out.
In all honesty, from what Benson said, he was exhausted fighting off bugs, trumpling through the water. It was taking a toll on him. He wasn't used to backpacking around with a bunch of gear, and so I was catching up with them, and so Terry. Once he did fall back asleep, he woke up hours later with those cans rattling, and he jumps up. He's in a panic. He comes stumbling out of the tent. He's trying to drag his rifle behind him, and Benson accidentally tripped over his trip
line and spilled breakfast. Benson was not happy. He was Cussingtery out, so they had a little bit of an argument. Benson had to remake breakfast and wasn't happy about that.
It was a bad start to their morning.
So as they are getting what is left of their breakfast done, they start hearing weird noises off in the distance, way off in the distance.
They're like, wow, that's weird. They couldn't make it out.
They were suspecting maybe a coyote, but there was a lower tone to it they couldn't quite place. So they just left it at that because it was far enough away it wasn't of immediate concern. Now, when they continued hiking, they're going along and they start coming across these strange tracks that they could see across the creek, and the particular part they were on they just got over this tight bend. They could see impressions in the gravelly dirt right out of a cutbank, and they're like, ah, it
looks like that bear was walking this way. So they didn't go and examine the tracks, but they were large. Benson was going with bear, and Terry wasn't going to argue it because he knows what he saw and he figured the way this thing was showing itself from what Terry said, Benson would eventually see it. They continued on the beginning of day four is when they saw the
tracks on the creek bank across from them. So come up to an uneventful, very quiet, they said, for day five and six, until going towards the end of day six. Now they had made some ground, they retired. They said they got two good nights of really good sleep, just from the hiking that they were doing, very terrain, sandy, muddy to rocky, pebbly, cobblestone, through brush sometimes when they had to find a way around the creek because it just wasn't conducive for hiking through. So just as they
were setting up camp. On day six, Benson had to go and check.
Some things out.
He had been hearing a weird whistle click sound, and they said it seemed like it was directed at me. He kept thinking Terry was trying to get his attention, but Terry was right in front of him when he's hearing this, and the noise was coming from Benson's left, So finally.
I'm gonna go check out over here real quick whatever.
And Terry sat down and lit a cigarette because they were in the middle of popping the tent up and they're taking a quick break. So as Terry smoking a cigarette, Benson walks off to his left, which would be approximately due south. Now, as he's walking due south, he gets maybe fifty feet from what he was saying, away from where Terry was sitting, and Terry could see him clearly.
He hadn't gone into the trees yet.
Benson hears that weird chatter kind of sound like click popping, a little bit of a whistle, the slightest whistle, and it was really intriguing and he doesn't know why, but it really struck him and caught his attention, and he was so curious about it, he said, reflecting back on it. He felt like he was almost hypnotized and chanted by this whistle sound. It was very melodic. It had a certain melody to it that was a bit soothing from
what Benson was saying. So he turns and yells back at Terry, Hey, I'm going to head off this way just a little ways. If i'm not back in two minutes, come looking for me. Terry's I'll come with you now. So Terry puts out his cigarette, grabs this forty five seventy and starts following Benson. Now, Benson, according to what Terry said, was maybe thirty five forty feet in front
of him, clearly visible. They were approaching the tree line, and as they got closer to the tree line, Terry said, Benson stopped, got down on his knees and had his head turned and was staring into the brush. Terry was confused by it. He thought maybe his friend was having some medical issue or something, because he said he trotted up, set his rifle down and was looking at him, and Benson looked like he was almost in a trance staring.
It was slack jawed, mouthed open, just staring into the brush. Terry nudges him with his knee. I was like, hey, snap out of it. Snap out of it. Shakes him a little bit, and Benson looks at him like, hey, you know, what the hell? And from what Benson said, when he was approaching the brush, everything went blank. He doesn't know what was going on for a brief couple moments until Terry was nudging him, and then he realized he was on.
His knees and was staring into the brush. So he stands up. That was weird.
They both got the ebgbis, so they decided, hey, let's not go into the brush. So let's just get back over here to camp. I'm going to set up my string cans and all that stuff again. We'll get our sleep and continue on. They couldn't shake the creepy feeling. From what Terry said, he is usually a calm, collected guy, and Benson even more. It takes a lot to get their pulse rate up. But from that point they were
high tension. They were arguing amongst each other for nothing until they caught onto it and realized, hey, we're hyper sensitive. Let's not take it out on each other. We're here in this together. As they're sitting there by their campfire. They made a habit not staring at the campfire, but letting it be in their peripheral so they could watch
the surroundings. They said it was really hard to even attempt to go into the tent because it kept hearing movement just out of eyesight, and it sounded like big movement, but they could not pinpoint what it was. Benson, because he hadn't really seen anything yet, reverted back to saying that bear must be back, so let's be ready. Let's just put it down. It hasn't lost interest in us, so it's fixated on us. We need to put this bear down. Terry knew it wasn't a bear. He had
seen it twice. Said I don't think that's a good idea that we'll go shooting at this thing unless we need to. Terry reiterates, Hey, Bency, I know you think it's a bear, but look this is what I saw. First time I saw it was on two legs. Second time I saw it was on two legs. It walked away on two legs. It swayed its arms like a man. It was shaped like a man, a big man. Benson starts to realize that Terry's not just trying to mess
with them. As he realizes that Terry's really not trying to pull his leg about this whole man thing, he starts asking the questions about his features and this and that, and again there wasn't much to add other than it was shaped like a man, moved like a man, was on two feet and very large.
They hadn't seen any details.
They had brought one flashlight with them because that time of year, it wasn't a whole lot of darkness, just a handful of hours at night, and they were sleeping during that time, and they only brought one because it's just what all they needed in their own minds at the time. So they get the flashlight out because this getting on into dark and they're still highly uncomfortable. They can't even fathom going to lay down yet. Benson said something struck and funny. As he was sitting there facing
Terry to stand up and look behind you. Benson happened to have that flashlight. So he stands up and turns on the flashlight, beaming in the same general direction that he initially started walking. That fell in that weird trance. Right as soon as he turned on the flashlight, he saw this thing.
He said. It had ash and gray skin. It was squatted down.
It was just about twenty feet outside of camp, where the firelight wasn't illuminating it at all.
Bright red eyeshine. He said.
His face was real, real wrinkly, a lot of fine wrinkles. I've seen the same thing myself. They couldn't tell what color the eyes were because they were reflecting eyeshine, right red eyeshine.
They said.
The knees looked like they had some kind of calluses on them. The way it was squatted down, and its hands were humungous because it put up one hand trying to block the light a little bit, and started showing its teeth. They said, big block teeth, like a horse. The jaw looked really wide compared to the top of the head. The eyes were pretty wide set.
They said.
It almost looked like someone wearing a parka with a rough around it, because it looked like a round it head with a hair rough around, like they were wearing a hood with a fur rough around it. Once he beamed it and it put his hand up, showed us teeth a little bit. It stood up, they said. When it stood up, all of its massiveness was shown in that moment, Terry was immediately on his feet, had his rifle in his hand and was pointing at this thing. And as soon as he leveled his rifle at this
saying it screamed. Benson fell down from the scream startled the shit out him because he was in shock. Once he fell, there was no longer a flashlight on it. As Terry went to shoot, Terry fires a shot off. The screaming was still going on. It was all commotion. So there's screaming, a gunshot fires off. Benson hits the ground, scrambling to pick up the flashlight beams back over there again, and Terry standing next to him at this point saying, holy sh I told you, and Bence's like, calmed down.
I seen it.
Vince has said he thought he was going to have a heart attack. He was struggling to calm himself down so he didn't have a heart attack. He was in his late fifties at the time. He felt that surgeon not adrenaline, like a ton of bricks on his chest.
He calms down.
They hear noises way off in the distance. The guests made a couple hundred yards scream, sound like stuff breaking trees breaking and all this stuff, and they didn't know what in hell to do. It's just them two on this creek bed with a tent on a couple of firearms. They were dumb struck.
They did not know what to do. Their meeting point was days away.
They still had approximately four days left before their friend was supposed to be going back and forth on the portion of the river to pick them up. Where their designated meetup point wasn't so. Vinson said that him and Terry sat there back to back after they collected some firewood, shouldered or shoulder with the flashlights as much as they could, and they kept feeding the fire in the darkest point
of the night, back to back the whole time. They said, three separate times this thing came in on them, almost like probing the boundaries, probing how close they could get. They suspect that Terry really pissed it off, They said it when they saw it these few times, as it would almost like press towards them, they would pop off some shots, not trying to kill it, but trying to wish shots passed it to scare it away. Every time they would do that, it kept looking like it was
favoring one arm. It wasn't using it like they thought it would, so they suspected that maybe Terry when he fired when Benson fell down, that maybe it struck its arm. They still don't know, and probably never will. There's no way to figure that out. So as this happened, they said three to four times, they were getting really worn out by the last time it happened, they said. The last time it happened, it came in from the backside of their tent to where they didn't have eyes on
it at the moment. They kept looking at the spot where it kept coming from, emerging from the direction that Benson had gotten a little hypnotized and off to their right hand side. So all of a sudden, off to their immediate left where the tent was, the tent goes flying. Ventson said that this thing grabbed it by the top and flung their tit away in the direction directly away from them. It just flew out of sight, he said.
It happened so fast, he said it had they been inside the tent, they probably would have flown thirty yards it flung, and with it being a nylon tip, it didn't go all that far. But it was fast, and it was very powerful. The way it was assitched and ripped out of the ground. The guidelines were all snapped in a heartbeat. The canned stringline that was attached a tent went fling that lane, flinging after it into the
water and stuff. And so they stand there shot for a second as this thing is standing there as well, looking right at them. They said it was very forceful, like it was challenging them.
They said.
At this point they opened up directly at it, started firing shots, and after the first couple of shots broke, this thing was already hauling ass away.
They said.
It was heading due south when they stopped firing. And so they sat there and sat there. Ben's and picked up smoking for a little bit. That night he got a cigarette or two from Terry stretched out. They don't drink, so they didn't have any little party favors or anything like that along with the mini brown water. And so they sat until it was light enough in the morning and they started heading due west. And that was the morning of day seven that they started heading due west.
They made it to the river after about five hours. In the meantime, as they were traveling and as they got to the river, they heard this screams and weird yells periodically to the south of them. You couldn't tell how far, but it was loud. And so as they got to the river's edge and they were sitting there, an elderly man and an elderly lady skipped by and they waved, and they were trying to flag them down.
The elders waved and continued on, and they're like, shit, if there was someone out on the river, there'll be someone else out on the river.
So they sat there a good few hours.
And then a little while later after that couple hours, actually a younger guy in the same skip that the elderly people were in came zipping down river, spotted them, turned around and come up. They told them who they were, who their friend was that dropped them off. They happened to be relative. Said, hey, just get in. What's going on? You guys weren't supposed to be ready for a few more days. They tell him what happened. The younger guy
just chuckled, didn't respond to it, left it alone. Benson said that when he talked to his friend that had dropped him off the week before, for them to start this journey. It wasn't until he was meeting back up with his friend that he remembered the advice his friend gave him, and he blew it off. It meant nothing in the moment, until after the factor his friend told him his native friend told him do not mess with the Harryman and left it at that. Benson thought nothing
of it, didn't even mention it to Terry. Didn't even think nothing about the harry Man. It wasn't until everything was done he remembered that, I want to thank Benson for the effort.
I want to thank Terry.
It took a while to get this coordinated because they live in two different states and have two different lives. At this point, they're still good friends. They didn't lose their friendship or anything like that. Thank you guys for joining me. We'll catch you on the next one built