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Now, what are your reporting? I got a screen going on here.
Something just kid with my dog. Something killed your dog? My dog.
We're flying through there 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 they would dead once you hit the grill.
I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog coming over the
fence. Are you reporting we got some wonder or something crawling around out here?
Did you see what it was? It was enough out here looking im
do the one doow now? And I don't need anything. I don't want
to go outside. Hello, hit the boddy out here, quin on out
there. I've thought of a bit about text nine. I don't know.
Easy announce there. Yeah, I'm wuking right, heady Keith, and thanks
so much for joining me for the show. I wanted to pop into the
intro really quickly here because this is the first of a three part series that
we're going to do here with these amazing stories that Fred is sharing of this
gentleman's experiences over ten years and claiming to have killed several sasquatch. I've gotten
tons of emails from you guys. Some of you guys love Fred and his
stories. Some of you guys are not fans. I have certainly come to
realize doing the show you can't please everybody. But I do think it's important
to share these encounter stories for a myriad of reasons. I just wanted to
pop in here, first and foremost to say that, and secondly, and
probably more important, to provide a listener warning and tell you that there are
some disturbing descriptions of these creatures being shot and keeled. So it may not
be suitable for all audiences. It may not be suitable for kids in the
car and those that may be sensitive to that kind of thing. So with
that out of the way, this is part one of a three part series
on these encounters. Make sure you're back here on Sunday for part two and
last, but not least, if you have feedback on the show, whether
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love to hear the feedback from you, guys. We do take that into
consideration and we try to make this show all about you, because it truly
is your show. But enough of that, I know you guys are ready
to get into it. Fred's on the line, He's ready to go.
All this left for you to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy
the show. Greeting is spreading the line. I've been reaching out to this
guy, Thomas. He's the one that shared this ten year block of insanity.
It involves killing up three of these creatures over the course of ten years.
Now, what he conveyed to me, he originally told me this back
in nineteen ninety seven on the Factory Trawler the Arctic Storm out in the Barring
Sea. The Bearing Sea ain't no joke. We're on a three hundred and
forty foot boat with multiple levels underwater, massive boat, and one minute you'd
be going down the hallways. One minute you're climbing up a mountain. Next
minute you're trying not to slide down the hallway. Big waves, scary shit.
Now for him, this journey began back in nineteen sixty one him and
two of his buddies. They saved what little money they had to make it
to the Tongas National Forest. They were doing logging Prince Welles Island. I
believe it's the northern side of that. They arrived. It was quite a
journey to get there because they didn't have much more money and they had to
take certain less than safe means to get there, but they made it.
They got to the campsite and they talked to the foreman. It had been
advertising we need loggers, we need people. They didn't have any experience,
but they were willing to work hard. One of the southeast tribes he's from.
When they got there, there was a lot of prejudice going on.
The guy said he's only hiring whites because the natives will work for a day
and then get drunk. There was some prejudice, so they were denied work.
They went bust trying to get there, so they had no means of
getting the hell out of there, so they retreated into the woods and started
living off some salmon out of the creek, some arctic char, dolly varden,
stuff like that, and they had themselves a little camp and they're plotting
on offering help to other people that lived on the island, as it means
to make money to get the hell off the island. At their particular campsite,
he didn't remember the name of the little river that cut back up in
there, but they're about a quarter mile from shore, so they wouldn't get
hit by the breeze from the ocean and all that stuff. Nice little secluded
area where they were camping. There were strange thumpings in the trees going on
for the week above them. They got two hundred foot old girlt there.
It was a massive forest. It still is it just gorgeous. Google it
Tongus National Forest. It's unreal, very similar to BC. As they're trying
to figure out they had no provisions, they had no flashlights. They had
a couple of firearms. They had a what was it One of them had
a forty five seventy and the other one had I believe it was a two
seventy. So they had the means to protect themselves and feed themselves with the
black tail deer and whatnot. Now they were struggling to figure out what the
stumping was because it would be moving up in the trees around them, but
they couldn't see. They could hear, but what they were hearing was an
imitation of a like squirrel chatter every once in a while, like owls,
and then small grunts of a black bear, but from up in the trees,
not over here in the woods, from the trees. So they were
spooked and all they would do is take turns watching at night. This went
on for a week. They were very weren't scared. They were more curious
what the hell is going on here? Because they you know, where they
were. It was adjacent to a small river, which was about fifty feet
from their campsite now on the opposite side the trees started just shortly back.
They're basically in a canyon of trees with a river running through it, and
they were tucked into the one side of some trees. They kept trying to
figure out because it seemed like the sound would move and then all of a
sudden be across the river and doing the same stuff. He said it was
a real low thump. It was almost hard to pinpoint, but he said
it sounded like something jumping from tree to tree. That boggled his mind.
At the time, because they had their own legend of the hairy man down
there. But it was nothing he gravitated towards. He was about making money
and getting away from the village and all that kind of stuff. This one
night before things hit the fan, it was the night before shit went down.
They were eating dinner. One of his partners had shot a small blacktail
and they were getting down on that. As he told me, as they
were eating, they had it quartered and hanging on a rope between these two
trees, and in the glint of the firelight off to his right, he
notices that that rope jiggline. So immediately they turn their attention, they get
their guns. They're like, oh, bear must beat raid. Narustache wasn't
no bear. What they saw was an arm reaching from behind the tree,
reaching down to grab a huge arm trying to grab the rope that the stuff
was hanging them. And they grabbed the rope, and all of a sudden,
there was like three quarters on there in a brisket and something else.
I think there was some loose meat pieces hanging over the rope that fell on
the ground. This thing snatched it and went up the tree out of sight,
and then they heard the thump and the moving sound through the trees and
then back across the river. So they're in big what the mode, you
know? And he said they were too shocked to start shooting. They were
just trying to what just happened. We're sitting here trying to eat, and
now the blue this thing snatches our shit and bags it. They were concerned,
but none of them had an overwhelming sense of fear, not even a
little bit. And so it being back in the sixties, there was a
different mindset in those times. Finding work in remote Alaska. If it meant
painting someone's house or something like something of this nature to make money, it
was a lot more simple, is what I'm getting at. So they had
limited means. This thing just stole their shit and ran off in the trees,
and they're sitting there contemplating the next morning, it's not worth it being
here. So they all went to where there was houses and stuff, looking
can we split wood for you? Can we do this that? They even
went to the ferry operator at the Times house and asked him, Hey,
you need some boats, need patching, whatever we got to do, let's
make some money. We'll get the hell out of here. The guy that
was running one of the fairies. I said, okay, yeah, my
dock is messed up. I have the timbers to fix it. I just
don't have the manpower right now because I'm too busy running. They said,
bet, we'll take that job. They said, I'll pay you handsomely.
They start working immediately. They worked on that thing all day, and they
knew they had about an hour's worth of travel to get back to their camp
before dark. And what's what happened the night before. They were real anxious
to get back to camp before dark because all their means, all the worldly
goods they had at the time were at that camp. Obviously, they can't
hang it in a tree because something, you know, So they left it
as is and figured whatever that was just took the meat. So they get
back to camp. Now, what was crazy is as they were getting closer,
they started hearing movement up in these trees, just out of sight.
It would be like ten trees away, but they could hear like a scampering
and a jump, like the tree would shake, and then you'd hear the
impact of the land on the next tree. They were freaked out. They
were armed. Of course, they came across a few black bears as they
were walking, and when the black bears saw them, the black bear,
instead of turning and running, just hung its head, huffed a little bit,
and stepped out of their way. He said it was really weird.
He never seen them act that way. It was almost like, oh,
you're going that way, yeah, here, let me get out of your
way. Have at it, good luck, is what he told me.
I'm just envisioning that bear stepping off the trail. Go ahead, have fun
with that shit. They go on a couple bears this way. Now,
once they get back towards their camp is when it starts getting a little bit
tense because as they're coming into camp, they come around this big tree,
big Douglas fir And as they come around, something stands up from their camp
turns. This hairy man looks at them, jumps up into the tree and
scrambles up it faster than they've seen anything move. And all their stuff wasn't
thrown about, but it was all anything in a pack or anything was picked
out and just set out like this thing was examining what they had. They
noticed that two of their boxes of AMMO were unaccounted for. They had no
money, and now they have limited rounds. Thomas had the forty five seventy
and he kept all the loose AMMO in his vest, so everywhere he walked
ahead to jiggle to him rounds just randomly. So they're immediately freaked out.
They don't know what to make of it because now they're being investigated, basically
by the scene that stole their shit, so they have some get back in
mind. One of his partners takes the two seventy and goes to look for
another blacktail. Now why they were still willing to adventure, especially they let
their buddy go off alone, I couldn't answer that dude was unharmed, but
he ended up getting like a real small fawn. They were surviving. Basically,
it's nothing I recommend. You don't want to kill babies, but when
in Rome, what do you do gotta eat? He comes back with the
fawn and he guts it out in that little river to let the river just
flow the intestines on down and all the hundreds they're working to mess with just
keep camp clean from any scavenging because of what it had been going on.
Now as he's gutting it and cleaning it out, down at the river,
which is just right over there, not far. They had eyes on him
when he was doing it. They heard this horrific scream coming from across that
river up in the trees. He said. They could tell it was near,
but it was far enough away that they didn't feel imminent danger. But
it changed their whole view because up until this point it was a little squirrel
sounds, a little bare grunt noises, nothing too detrimental to what they thought
would be dangerous, and so that scream changed it. It changed how they
totally viewed anything about what was going on, because he said the nature of
that scream was like vengeful. He said, it had a vengeful like aggravation
to it, like I'm over this rah, like you're getting you know,
I'm done, which you don't want no parts of that shit, if that's
what's going on. So they all posse up. He drags it on over
and there's he's continuing to do what he does because they're hungry when they got
the fire going and everything. Now down there don't have the same light cycles
we do. They do stay lighter during certain times of the year, like
summertime up here, but it's not the same because it's further south, and
so they get darker a little faster than we do up here in like the
Matsu Valley per se, or over in Visco Bay or up north. Now,
as they're discussing their knight's plans, who's going to start watch and all
this, they all decide that the two seventy will be a backup and the
forty five seventy will be the primary because they planned on dealing with the situation.
Now, what they had envisioned was one of these things that's causing this
because they only heard the one making movements and noise. Now, something they
didn't realize at the time was that all that noise and movement up there was
actually a distraction from what was going wrong around them. Now, as the
night progressed and they ate, they hung what was left again a little closer
on smaller trees that they knew a Harryman wasn't up in already. Right,
Okay, they use some of the small alders and stuff or the willows to
tie and hang it. They learned their lesson there, and stay tuned for
more sasquatch out to see. We'll be right back. After these messages when
they were camping around, just talking. They were contemplating just leaving and setting
up camp the next day closer to their job that they got, which hey,
good idea. Now, as their discussing this, little pebbles start hitting
in the fire, just little pebbles, just not going to fire around,
so that they were aware of it. They didn't acknowledge it, but they
already knew. They had already prediscussed whenever goes down, the main guy will
just play it cool until they get close enough. Because they were massive,
he said. The one that stood up and then jumped up the tree was
at least twelve foot tall at least, and they were very concerned about exactly
what was going to go down, genuinely. And so as they got their
game plan or whatever, and the pebbles are landing, Thomas stands up and
he takes the forty five to seventy and he has it laid up against his
side, and he's keeping his body turned in a way from the noise that
they had been hearing for the last half hour off in the distance. So
he didn't want to see whatever was over there to see that he was armed.
He wanted it to be a surprise. And as he's standing up.
He's still talking to his partners, but he's fixated away from the fire and
away from everything to get his night vision clear, because he had been staring
at the fire. So he's getting his night vision clear, just listening.
They're talking, he's answering every once in a while. All of a sudden,
he gets hit with a little pebble in the back, and he felt
like it came square in the back because the impact was dead on and not
a glancing bounce off, so it wasn't coming from the sides. It came
directly from the back. And so he mentions in whatever dialect the youth that
they were speaking to one of his partners, don't throw rocks on and his
partner said, ain't no one throwing rocks. He knew, and so he
goes, okay, and grant you. They're speaking Yupik. I can't speak
Cupik. It's too throaty I never retained it from when my grandma taught me
when I was little. They're discussing this back and forth in Yupik. That
noise he had been hearing, and he's still facing away. He's still getting
his night vision right. This sound goes tearing around and making a ruckus on
purpose making a ruckus, and he recognized immediately distraction. I just got hit
in the back with the rock. This thing's distracting us. He turns around
just in time to see his friends looking in the direction of the distraction while
a hairy man was grabbing that other deer meat. Now when he saw that,
he immediately turned whipped whom shot it and the eye dropped dead right there,
still holding on to the rope with the deer on the deer meat hanging
from it. He down crumpled on itself. The tree lit up with noises
and sounds and screams. Branches were being thrown, rocks were being thrown at
them, So they're ducking behind trees to get out of view of all this
being pelted with rocks and stuff. But they're coming from up in the trees.
They're coming from the forest around and he could determine there was at least
another six to seven individuals just from the direction of stuff being thrown, unless
one was throwing over here and just running in a circle chucking stuff periodically.
Other than that, there had to have been at least six of them seven
counting the one that was crumpled up next to their camp. Now, initially
he was like, oh crap, I just killed this, saying it was
just trying to get my food. They were distracting them to take the food.
He killed it. Now they got this to deal with. They pop
off some shots into the trees, trying to keep because the noises were slowly
closing in on them. They said, screw this. They went around this
one side of the tree, and the guy with the two seventy was trying
to look up because they got out of the way of the firelight to try
to gain better night vision. He had already acclimated himself by turning away from
the fire earlier. He was trying to keep a bead on the sounds moving
and the noises in the trees. Most of the noises in the trees at
this point were on the opposite side of the river. There was one noise
going on earlier, but he assumed it was the one he shot because that
noise wasn't being made anymore. So they stood their ground. They didn't want
to run off into the darkness because these things had the advantage big time,
he said. The one he shot was approximately nine foot tall, as this
chaos is going on slowly, the noises started backing off, backing away,
and when the noises backed away, all of a sudden, bigger rocks start
coming in and they were landing right on that fire, so that starts happening.
So they realized, oh, they're trying to knock our fire out,
so we really can't see, and they pop shots in that direction periodically.
The couple boxes of AMMO were missing, so they were very selective on what
they were popping at. Now, after a couple of volleys of this going
on with a couple of gunshots, they heard the noises move away, but
they felt no sense of safety none. One of his partners had a little
fox trench shovel from like a surplus to kind of fold up for gis or
whatever. So he starts digging this grave in a soft spot under the willows
because with all the big tree roots, it was the softest body could find.
They wanted that body buried. So he starts digging and he swapped out
with the other guy while Thomas stood guard, and through the whole night they
dug down. They were able to get to about five feet maybe down big
enough for this thing. So they took the rope that basically it collapsed on,
tied it around its wrists, and all three of them bought to drag
it the twenty twenty five feet over to this hole. They get to the
hole and they dump it in, and when it bumped in there, it
still had a little air trapped in a song, so it made this kind
of sound. It wasn't alive. Part of his head was blown off when
the forty five seventy round hit it in the face and did his thing did
its number on it, so that noise. He shot into the hole and
sowd his other barner. They just put a couple more rounds into it because
it made a noise. I get it. This thing was massive, he
said. It was at least it felt to be at least eight hundred pounds.
And the three of them struggled to pull it. They were throwing all
sorts of pine needles and other shit underneath it to break that tension, that
that friction on the ground, and so they get it buried up. And
the whole time he's paying attention to the noises, but there was none.
It was dead quiet. Now as they were plotting to get out of there,
it was just starting to get light on the horizon. They were absolutely
on pins and needles because these noises started happening again. It seemed like they
were all around, but they couldn't see nothing. They started hearing that low
bump again, but there was no movement sounds associated with that thump. That
thump just kept it was like almost melodic. Just don't and then it caught
his eye just he said, about forty five fifty feet away, there was
a pair of Douglas firs that kind of had the same base almost, but
there were two separate trees. They just grew so close together that they beat
up like that. One of these things was jumping back and forth, bump
bump, bump, and he could tell it was looking right down at them,
and it was agitated. It had a very aggressive kind of thing,
and he said he couldn't see its face for expressions on that. He said
he felt the aggression, he felt the anger and the I'm gonna get you
vibes. And so they were seriously on point, and he put a couple
shots up at it, and it just grambled in the trees and was gone.
But while they're doing that, there's still all these other noises going on
around that they're just like, we gotta go, we gotta go now,
no one run, grab our stuff, and let's get to where there's a
little more people around. And so they start their slow walk. As they're
going, they got a power and they're walking slower than normal because they're scared
of shit. As they're going along, they are shearing like they're constantly being
circled. And then the circle would turn around, he said, And they
were walking slow. So every time they move, it seemed every time they
stop, them would listen and then start moving again. The circle would go
a different direction, always out of sight. Because Grant, you've got to
remember, it's getting lighter as things are moving on here, and they're they're
able to see better. So these things are smart enough to realize, okay,
they killed Bob over there stealing the meat, they obviously got something that
can get us. So they're keeping their distance as they're going around. Now.
As Thomas and his partners were coming out of the old growth into some
of the stuff that's already been logged, there was some replants here and there,
so it was a bit open with big stumps. Once they get past
this field of big stumps. They go down this little trail, cross another
little creek, and then they come into where other people are living, where
there's civilization. At the time, as they're going through the stump field,
as he calls it, out of the corner of his left eye, one
of these things, a smaller one, leaping from stump to stump, and
he said the stumps were twenty five to thirty feet part. He said,
it looks small because these stumps were shumongous old girl stumps. If you've never
seen one, google it old growth, Douglas burst stop massive base is on
these things. He said, they average about ten feet in diameter. He
saw this thing jumping and it looked real small in comparison, but in actuality
this thing was actually like ten foot tall. He didn't realize it, but
this thing was going ahead of them, yeah, almost like I'm going to
cut them off at the packs. And as soon as it got out of
sight ahead of them in what it thought it was being stealthy and wasn't being
seen when he saw it, the noises behind started kicking up in that tree
line and stuff started getting thrown again. So they were trying to set them
up. One got ahead of them. They're going to distract them back this
way while the other one does it stink. He wasn't going for it.
All he told his partners was move faster, don't look back, just keep
moving, just belying. They're going through, cutting through all this stuff.
Now, where they get to where they're anticipating the one being, they hear
it scream is about thirty feet away in thick cover where they couldn't see it.
It's screamed. And then back at that tree line a good distance back.
Now they heard some more screaming, and then they heard scurrying from that
one heading back that direction. So they felt a little more at ease.
They continued on and they made it to the guy's house they were hired on
for. The guy saw the condition they were in. They didn't tell this
guy anything. They just said there was weird noises and we couldn't stay where
we were. Something stole our dear meat. We got nothing to eat.
The guy was like, look, you guys worked hard for me. Obviously
you guys are having too hard of a time on it. I'm going to
give you guys a couple bucks, not much, and I'm going to give
you a ferry ride over to get you out of here. They accept it.
I thank god I haven't dealt with them jumping around in trees above me.
I don't get around trees that big that often. I've been down Hinshenbrook
Island and down southeast a little ways like Cordova, and they get pretty big.
But these were the old growth ones. I could just imagine. I
asked him to stink. He said, no, you could smell the blood.
It just smelled the iron or whatever. I was like, what about
its proportions? And he said when they were putting their hand up on its
dead hand, but as they were tying it, they were making comments,
and he said his hand barely came up to this mark. His whole hand
barely fit right there. And he said that it was unreal in how just
robust and obviously strong. It was just dragging it, he said, was
a serious chory. It was some serious dead weight. I'm going to break
this up into the three parts of this ten year saga. Trying to imagine
heaping my col or to dig a hole, Jess, but thanks for joining
me. They say you don't gotta go home, but you can't stay.
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