Archive 67 The Predators Around Us

to put the cooler down. We both lit a cigarette and were chatting when all of a sudden I noticed it was eerily silent. No crickets chirping, no birds, nothing, just dead silence. The next thing I know, about one hundred yards down the path, there was an almost ninety degree turn. Brad comes hauling around the corner, and as soon as we saw him, he started yelling go, run, run, get out of here. Steve and I stood there waiting for Brad to get to us to see what was

going on. Brad just kept screaming run go as he blew right by us, heading back out of the woods. So me and Steve tossed our cigarettes left the cooler there and started running after Brad. Finally, when we got out of the woods, we caught up to Brad in a field that led to some other woods. You could see in Brad's face that he was spooped. I've never seen anybody that scared before in my life, and as long as i've known Bread, even still to this day,

he doesn't scare easily, if at all. After we caught our breath, we asked Brad, dude, what was that all about? What happened? He started saying, I saw something. I saw something in the trees. You guys are going to think I'm lying that I'm full of it. So, after about a minute and a couple of drags off a cigarette, Brad says, you guys have known me for a long time. Have I ever lied to you guys about anything? No,

we said in unison. So Brad says, when I got to the campsite, I started to grab some wood to get the fire going, and as I was picking up some wood, I got a real eerie feeling like something was watching me. I looked around and didn't see anything, and then as I reached down to pick up some sticks, I noticed that it was dead quiet, no sound at all. As I stood back up after picking the sticks up, I noticed movement up in a tree on my right, and when I looked up there, I saw something. What

did you see? We asked. I don't know how to say this, said Brad, or how to explain, other than to say I saw a predator like in the movie. Me and Steve started laughing, but something in the fear in Brad's face or the fact that he doesn't lie

stopped us after a few seconds. So as Brad started to say, I knew you guys wouldn't believe me, Steve looks back at him and says, Brad, predator, come on, And Brad started to explain, I didn't see an actual predator, but you know in that movie how it camouflages itself and it's like see through. That's what I saw. It was up in the trees, and I could see the distortion was moving side to side, almost like swaying in

the breeze. And then he said he saw it move over to another tree next to the one he spotted it on and just dropped the sticks in his hands and took off running. So the three of us just stood there trying to decide what and if we were men enough to go back and get the cooler so we could go back to my house and party there. Brad waited in the field as Steve and I went back into the woods to grab the cooler with our

heads on a swivel. Luckily, the cooler was only a couple one hundred yards into the woods and was visible from the field where the path started. Otherwise that cooler would be staying there for the night. I've been in those woods one hundred times since then and grew up and then prior to that night. Brad still to this day, swears he saw what he said he saw, and I believe him.

way larger than my size fourteen foot. The rumors started to make the rounds, and the guys who lived in the area, which is British Columbia, thought nothing of it, like it was normal to see these giant tracks. The guys who came from the east in Canada tended to be more skeptical than they mocked the rest of us. But a few days later we noticed that some of our tree planning shovels had gone missing. This one on

day after day, and our boss was furious. Replacing lost shovels for workers when they are flown in by helicopter to inaccessible areas is a big fricking deal. We didn't have access to a local hardware store. Our boss said, whoever's doing this, better not this shit off now. Not only will you lose your job, I'm going to turn my back and let the guys who are now unable

to make money have their way with you. We were all terrified of being labeled as the thief while simultaneously suspecting the guy we liked the least as the culprit. At any rate, the shovels kept disappearing, and soon vehicles were being vandalized. It quickly became apparent that none of us were doing this. The more the work slowed, the less money we made. All of us were angry to miss out on the income, every one of us. And

still the shovels kept vanishing. At the base, the trucks were having large stones thrown at them and breaking out windows. Those were stones that we struggled to roll or lift, and the damage done to our trucks was like these stones were launched from a cannon. The damage was extensive. One truck that was new only two months prior was in fact written off or totaled. We didn't see anything

and we didn't hear anything, at least not there. But I also know that no one flew their own personal helicopter in each day to steal our forty five dollars shovels, and each person on my crew stayed the whole season, so it didn't appear that there were any dissidents among us. I can't say it was a siequatch, but then I don't know of too many other possibilities. I don't know any animal that I've encountered in my forty six years in Canada that would steal shovels or launch a fifty

pound stone at a vehicle. Whatever, kind of being did this had dexterity, and it acted with intelligence and stealth, all the while maintaining a constant presence that fifty some odd guys never detected. Was it a sisquatch? I haven't seen one of these beings face to face, but I have lived alone in the woods and at times with a few others off grid for five years of my life in British Columbia, Northern Manitoba, and Central Ontario, hundreds

of miles from the nearest towns. In addition to my chetwind experience, I have seen tracks, and I've heard calls that I can't place, and I have viewed tree origami that just doesn't make sense given the general accepted catalog of North American animals. I don't want to take up more of your time. I just thought i'd share these things. If you ever had more questions, please email me. Dude, you're not taking up my time. This is what I do.

He goes on to write, my wife and I are headed back to British Columbia to travel in camp and head up to the Yukon and Alaska next year, and I can't wait. My heart is in those woods given my occupation and work. I need to ask that my name not be revealed. I wish it were otherwise, but I know you have a keen interest in these things, and I wanted to share this with you. Well, that's his first experience, and that's that's quite fascinating. You know

a bunch of guys work in the timber industry. All of them have shovels, and all of a sudden, these shovels just start vanishing. Why would anybody steal a shovel and take you know, they're just costing themselves money. And then the rocks being thrown through the trucks. But he has another story. This one is not Bigfoot related, but it is fascinating. A matter of fact, it's way better, not better, but it's way more interesting to me than his first story. And you're gonna I think you may

agree with me, he writes. I'm taking some lunch right now, and also taking a much needed break from some internal audits my company performs, and I'd like to share another experience I had. This one occurred just weeks before the initial experience I previously shared with you. It doesn't fall into a typical CRYPTIDS or UFO story. But it's actually more frightening for me because to this day I don't know what happened, nor does the guy who was with me.

My former brother in law, John, and I left Winnipeg early April of nineteen eighty five to head the British Columbia to work for the summer near Chatwind. We decided that we would drive through the day and night on this twenty four hour journey in TI take some stops along the way, even though it would make our trip more like thirty six hours long. My nineteen eighty four VW Golf was packed to the roof and I'm sharing this because it will be pertinent later in the event.

We left Lloydminster, Alberta, at roughly two thirty after an uneventful first day of driving. After driving all that day, we had both hit our second wind and drove rather than resting, despite the late hour and having been on the road over twelve hours at that point. We were traveling west on Highway sixteen, which in Canada is known as the Yellowhead. In these parts, there are not a lot of people and we would pass another car maybe

every half hour at best. There's just not much doing in these parts during the day and absolutely nothing at night. To keep ourselves going. We had the windows rolled down for the cool night air, and had some of our favorite tunes playing on my stereo, and we smoked a few good cigars just to pass the time. I remember changing the song on the stereo and glancing at the time. It was three forty five and we still had an

hour and forty five minutes to Edmund, Alberta. What happened next I can only describe as if my life was like an old real film that someone cut seven hours of time out of and spliced it back together again, because in a flash, seven hours of time that we would not have otherwise known went missing, except for that it was now clear daylight and we were not on

the highway. One minute I was driving, and the next I was in the hatch of my car with my body pressed into the roof, laying on my back, upside down and looking backwards out the hatch with my face pressed against the glass. I called for John again and again to help me because I was stuck. I would later learn that he was upside down, his upper body in the footwell with his head wedge behind the center console.

I kept calling to him to help me and open the hatch, because there was no way that I could get out otherwise I was pressed in there in a way that defied any logic. Eventually, John got to the back of the car and he helped me out. We were finally free and both of us standing next to the car, and we gazed around, confused for several minutes, and we only stared some wild eyed glances at each other. I offered him a cigarette and we sat and what we now realized was a field of mature wheat with

no highway in sight. I glanced at the time and it was ten thirty with the sun shining bright. Finally, after finishing a cigarette, I said, I don't know what just happen, but I want you to take a piece of paper and we're both going to write down what we can each recall since we left the most recent gas station in Lloydminster. After doing that, we compared notes and shared exactly the events that I just shared with you. We then looked around and saw a gravel road not

too far away. The soil was bone dry, so I could make it out in my VW golf and in doing so, it dawned on me that we were ruining this old mature wheat as we drove out, but astonishingly had not made any visible path getting to the spot. And with this I started to shake. And when John looked over at me and saw me shaking, he saw what I was seeing. The realization that we had been placed in this field was shocking. He started to cry, I suppose, out of fear. And then it sank in

that we just lost seven hours of our lives. It went from night to day and highway to a random field. In the blink of an eye. I followed the gravel road and it led me back to Highway sixteen, and for a moment I thought, okay, maybe I just went off the highway and passed out. Now this called me for a moment, and then I saw the road signs and I realized that we were now back east, fifteen

kilometers or nine miles from where we were last. To explain this more clearly, we were traveling in the same place we were driving the last ten minutes before we went blank. Now we were more freaked out than ever, and I pulled over because my foot shook so much to drive a steady throttle, and I looked over the car there was not a spot of damage to the car. We were not hurt or disturbed in any way that

we could tell other than our car. It was nine miles backwards from where we left off, in the middle of a wheat fill with no tracks leading to where my car wound up, and then seven hours of my life had vanished. When we arrived in Prince George at corporate headquarters, we checked into the medical clinic. I feared I had some mental episode, or we had our drink spiked or something, but both John and I checked out okay.

We passed the required toxicology screening for our employment. John and I have run into each other occasionally over the past twenty five years, and we both recall the same details. To this day. I have no idea what happened to me and John, and in being brave enough to share a few times with others, we have only faced ridicule. I'm not prepared to say that I was abducted by something, but I also know that what occurred was not just me falling asleep at the wheel. Don't know what occurred

that night twenty five years ago. In later years, I would learn professionally that this world is not what we think, we were raised to think it is. I look forward to the day that I can speak on that more clearly. Keep up the good work, Cameron. I really like your format where people can feel they have nothing they have to prove, they can just share we and they are not crazy. And society is programmed to make us feel scared of being labeled and mocked as such.