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remember there and help support the show. We are back with the third and
final installment of Thomas's story from up in Alaska. We've got Fred back to
tell us the end of this amazing saga that we've been going through. The
story picks up in the winner of nineteen seventy one, where Thomas and his
niece and her daughters are up in a remote area of Alaska. I'll let
Fred tell you all about that in just a second. We end this episode
with Fred telling you about three ladies who are out looking for mushrooms and they
encounter a sasquatch and get way too close for comfort. I know you're ready
to get into it. Fred's on the line, He's ready to go.
So all that's left for you to do is sit back, relax, and
enjoy the show. He's spread in Alaska here to finish out to Thomas's story,
I talked to him again about twenty minutes ago. He had an important
message stat I feel as valid I want to share before I get started.
He wanted me to convey that everyone should love their people. And he's not
speaking tribal he's speaking that as well. But the people in your life that
we all end up taking for granted, every single one of us. You
know exactly what I'm talking about. There's people that aggravates yet, but you
love them. There's people that really piss you off, but you love them.
Life is short. Love your people. Don't take them for granted anymore,
because tomorrow's not promised. He wanted me to convey that. I concur
the continuation of what was going on with Thomas sixty one. They had the
incident in the Tongus sixty five, they had the incident in the Copper River.
Now in nineteen seventy seventy one winter, he was with his niece.
She lived in caltag She was recently widowed. The year before her husband was
killed in a fishing accident. So him, loving his niece, he went
to Caltaggan helped her wish something that was going on with her house or whatever.
She needed a guy's help with some experience in carpentry or whatever. There
were some issues. He loved his niece and he went to help. His
niece had two kids. He had been there about a month and a half.
It was slow going with what he was doing because of the winter conditions
right off the Yukon River, brutal. He's doing these projects with her,
and every day in the afternoon, with the low light, he would always
go off into the trees and look for signs. He was hyper vigilant.
He had heard some weird noises but couldn't make much of it. Now they
had some kind of old snow machines. It was garbage, but it was
a trooper. He couldn't remember offhand exactly what brand. It's irrelevant. He
fueled up and took this trail and it was a dog mushing trail. So
he took off and if you a Google map between Shaktulik and cow Tag,
there's just a washboard of different mountains through there. It's just so beautiful,
unreal, just unreal. So he's going through there and he would peek into
these little valleys off the main trail, just not very far, but just
looking for any kind of sign. And he'd been doing this for them near
the whole winter because of that one particular noise he heard it really stood out
with him. It was a garbled kind of owl hoot that was far too
non owl like to be believed to be an owl, And so he went
with his intuition. And it was about the third valley back that he took
a little peek in, and it was the last one he was going to
look in because he was just had enough fuel to get back with a little
reserve. And as he was circling back around in this little valley and coming
back out, he saw a movement off to his left, and this hairy
man ran up the side of this little mountain and broke off into the trees.
Immediately stopped. He had his magnum with them. He gets off and
he hikes over there and follows the tracks up. He comes up onto this
cave. It wasn't very big, but he could tell something had recently scurried
in there, so he wasn't about to crawl in after it. So he
goes back down the snow machine gets back to the cabin. Now this is
many miles away from where his niece is and where the kids are, but
he has a sense of how these things move and what they do. So
he gets back and for the next couple of days he's hyper vigilant. Hey
keep those kids close to the house. And as he's going through all these
things without telling his niece why he was so animant about keeping those kids where
they can be safe, she was just like, don't beat their kids.
They're going to play. Don't worry about him. There's no bears this time
of year. They'd want to play in the snow. He said, I
understand that, but understand there's things out in the woods that aren't bears,
that don't hibernate. So she asked him to elaborate, and he wouldn't,
so she blew him off. Okay, you don't want to tell me then
the kids are going to play fair enough. He didn't feel like putting it
out there like that. He was still struggling with what he had dealt with
seeing the job blown apart, a multitude of things that he had been struggling
with because he had lost contact with that buddy after the burn pile incident.
So after this went on for a while, he stopped making his checks out.
So he did it a couple more times just to see, but he
didn't notice anything. He always kept it on his mind. Now, from
the point he first saw this thing run up into the cave to when things
started going ugly was at least a month and a half two months of vigilance
and arguing with his niece. She was getting to the point to where she
was asking him to think about moving on to leave the area because he was
stressing her out. She just lost her husband like the year before or something
like that, and he didn't want to be a burden tour, but he
knew the danger, so he kept trying to convey without really saying and it's
something he regrets not coming right out and telling her. So all these background
stresses are going on, He's still doing his thing. He fixed, whatever
issue was done with the house and whatnot, and he hadn't originally planned on
leaving until later on in the spring. Now it was getting to the point
where things were starting to warm up, not melting, but warm up was
compared to twenty thirty below depending on time of day. So he goes out
one morning and he was checking the oil drum and he was just banging with
a stick, and then he goes up and he puts a dipstick in it
to check the actual level because he was going to run down and get another
drum of fuel and pump it in. And as he's testing it, he's
up on the drum and he notices off in the tree lined the kids were
just right around the corner of the house playing. He could see their shadows
playing, and off in the tree line, about one hundred yards away,
he notices a peaking movement like this, and at first it caught his eye
because it was movement. Nothing else was moving. It was a crisp,
clear winter day and he sees this thing peaking, So he immediately his heart
sank because it looked to him that it was looking at kids, and he
started feeling bad. Within himself like he brought it back, you know,
because he went out to the cave a few times, didn't go up to
it, but went to the area and was looking, and he felt that
maybe he'd drawn it back by doing that. Maybe it was watching him from
a different place he was unaware of as he was going around, but he
always felt watched, he said when he went out there, so immediately he's
off the drum. He dropped the dipstick in there, didn't even close the
lid on it, and got in the house and grabbed the gun. When
he comes back out, the kids were laughing, and they were half the
distance between where the house is and where that tree line is, and they're
laughing and they're trotting that way, and he calls him, hey, get
over here. You don't go running off in the trees. He said,
no, my friend's laughing over there. He goes, that's not your friend
over there laughing. She goes, no, it's my friend whoever, I
know her, laugh she's over there playing with her friends. I just know
we're going to go and see him. He goes, no, you're not.
You get your little butts in the house now. And they were like,
my mom said, we can't. Your mom's wrong, get it the
house. So they go in the house crying of mom. Mom gets pissed
at him. Understandably, she didn't know the situation. No ill will towards
her whatsoever. Something's only mimicking the laughing over there. That's not their friends.
I saw it. It's not their friends. It's a hairy man.
And she just we've been living here for years. No one's even seen one
quit drinking. And he wasn't a drinker, and he is. No,
I'm sober. Look, you don't have to accept it. It's what's going
on, and I'm going to go take care of it. And she goes,
you don't need to be running around with the gun being paranoid. But
you spent too much time wherever on some old family stuff she brought up and
threw in his face. And there's a little bit of an argument. So
during this time of the argument, a scream happens about it sounded like about
a mile away, and he suspected it was the same one saw him come
out and took off and then got it with distance away and screamed, and
then she went, what the hell was that? And he goes, I
told you it wasn't their friends. I'm going to go take a look.
And she immediately was like, no, that's unnatural. You don't go chasing
after that, and he goes not. He goes, I already know it
was watching the kids. What are you going to do when it snatches one
of them? Then what do we do? Then she had nothing to say
about that and just took the kids inside. So he made a plan.
He went to one of the neighbors and asked them, Hey, would you
mind going on a quick snow machine ride with me? I'm going to check
some things out. He wasn't specific, but he was like, I mean
he needs someone to be there with me. And the guy he asked was
like, nah, I ain't going out in this. The track's messed up
or something along those lines. So he goes, okay, thanks. Anyway,
he goes back over fuels up has on out that trail. Now,
as he's going out that trail, there's a bunch of little side trails that
split off and going to different places when circles around this lagoon type of area
and goes back up to more houses up river a little ways, and some
lead off the trapping cabins and what have you. So he was just weaving
through looking for sign of what direction to sing was moving, because he had
started initially in the direction he heard the scream. And as he's we even
through all these little trails and stuff, he had stopped periodically and turn off
the snow machine and just listen, look up in the trees. And as
he was doing this, it was about oh five six miles away from his
niece's house, away from all the other structures and stuff, he notices the
first little valley there in between the first little valley and the second one,
that he saw this thing going up the side of one, and if it
crested that little mountain, it would be on the side where the cave is,
on the opposite side of the other valley. And so he goes,
Okay, it's moving fast. I can maybe catch it before it gets into
that cave. He goes as fast as he can in that old sled,
and I've been on those old sleds. He hauls, but as fast as
he can as he gets to that valley where this cave is, he hooks
and stops. He stops in snow and gets the snow machine stuck so he
has to jump off, and he's not worried about getting it unstuck at that
moment. He runs a little further to clear the trees, and just as
he does, he notices it in the open jetting across that valley. So
he takes his time and catches his breath, and with the snag, he
gets a beat on it and put around in its back. The direction that
was running was almost straight ahead of him, so he didn't have to lead
it much, you know what I mean. It was basically a pretty clean
straight on shot, no wind, no nothing, And he saw it lurched
forward and then run faster, and then it dropped down on all fours and
went up into the trees going up towards that cave. So he slung the
rifle, went over, got the snow machine unstuck, restarted it, got
back onto the pack trail, and ripped up to where he had made this
little turnaround that was now packed. He got there and he started walking up
the hill and as he's walking up the hill, he hears cracking through the
timbers and a big rock comes cracking through and almost hit him. So he's
okay, it's up there, and he ducks around, and he's trying to
go from tree to get a bead up the hill at this thing, and
it seemed every time he was getting to a spot where he would be able
to he had another rock came banging through, so he'd have to duck,
and then when he would get sight again, it was gone. That kind
of went on for almost two hours. The rock would be thrown and he
was focused. He had already shot it. He felt that if he didn't
finish the job, this thing was going to be vengeful and come back and
potentially hurt his niece. Are her little ones Now he wasn't able to get
a clear shot. It just went on and on, and he knew it
was getting dark and this thing would have the advantage because he just went with
the rifle. He had no flashlight. There was a little light on the
snow machine, but it was a joke. It ran on a magneto.
It wasn't getting very bright, so he'd cut his losses. He jumped on
the snow machine, heads back as quick as he can, and when he
gets there, his niece, not understanding fully what was going on, told
him that tomorrow morning you need to leave. There's stuff going on that wasn't
going on before you got here. There's this crazy screaming. You said,
you saw the hairy man. You did your work, and I thank you,
but tomorrow I think is best. Maybe you should leave. He goes,
okay, understand, I saw the hairy man and I shot it in
his back, and I've been gone for hours now trying to finish that job,
so you're not in danger. And she just was like, you're not
going to use that as an excuse to have a place to flop. And
he was like, I volunteered to come here to help you. She wasn't
fully understanding, and he wasn't really giving enough, but when he did give
enough, she just didn't seem to want to accept what he was talking about.
And so he goes, okay, give me two days. She said,
yeah, that's fine, but let's just before it gets bad and we
don't talk anymore. You can go on your way. He agreed. It
broke his heart, but he understood at the same time because it was a
bad look and he's claiming he sees a hairy man. So that night he
was always sleeping out on the couch because it was just two rooms. The
room for the kids and room for mom. He didn't want to disturb that.
In the middle of night, he hears giggling, so he stands up
and he's listening, and the door for the kids's room was just a curtain
hanging. Those remote village there wasn't no home and garden, and they weren't
in architect digestives. A simple home, very simple, nothing spectacular whatsoever.
So he's listening at the curtain and he hears the youngest girl saying, it
keeps peaking in the window. And then they would laugh again and say,
see, I saw it peaking in the window. So he continues to listen.
He slips across the way to his niece's room and whispers in there,
it's peaking in the girls' room. And she was startled up, like was
loud, What the hell are you talking? What? And he goes,
it's peaking in their window right now. Listen and it went quiet, and
they listened, and the girls giggled again, See it keeps looking it's right
outside there. Mom hears that and she goes, what did you bring to
my house? And I understand her view on it, but he told her,
look, I didn't bring anything. It showed up. I told you
you didn't believe me. I went thing, you didn't believe me. Here
we are, and she goes, it still may not be that, he
goes, it is. Now they're talking and whispered tones, trying to half
listen to the girls, and then they hear the oldest girl go, oh,
no, that's so, and oh, she wants us to come outside
and play. Don't you hear her talking? And they could hear childlike talk,
but nothing they could make out. So this thing was outside the window,
mimicking another child in the area. Now, he said, they couldn't
make out English words, but there was tones that made it sound like a
little girl, but in a language they couldn't even It made no sense.
It was like gibberish. And so immediately the mom was up in that room,
getting the girls into her room, and he grabbed the gun and went
outside. Now when he went outside, they had antiquated flashlight technology back then,
those big six bolts incandescent light on it. It was a yellowish like
being real kind of dirty light, so to speak. It didn't put out
and project much, but it was all he had. So he grabs a
rifle and he's out there, and just as you go out the door,
the kid's bedroom was immediately there to the left, fifteen feet maybe. So
he goes out and he's ready and there was nothing there. He kind of
turns back and forth, and when he turns to his right, he notices
out of the right corner of his eye in his peripheral dissing duck behind the
corner on this side of the house. So he goes, okay, he
yells in the door, I'm gonna go around. I'm gonna check their window,
and I'll be back. And what he does is he goes down the
little steps and goes towards the girls's room around the corner. Because he knew
it was behind him over on that corner. He was trying to get it
to come out and follow behind him, and it did. He gets around
that corner and he's standing leaning back on the knut position with the rifle pointing
up a little higher, and he saw there was an old light up on
a post at the far end of the yard that puts some light into the
area, but not much, but he could see the little bit of a
shadow coming to peek around. As soon as he saw something dark come around
the corner. He shot at it bow big scream. This thing. It
shot blood on him on the side of the house, and it ran into
the trees as he got jammed up trying to work the bolt action and get
another round in, so it slipped into the trees. Once he clears it,
he starts tracking because blood was all over the snow. He said nothing
to his knees. He needed to stay focused on getting after it. So
he chomps through the trees and he's trying his best to folk because in the
snow he could see the blood row bright. In the snow in wintertime in
Alaska, it gets pitched black, but if there's enough ambient light around,
it'll reflect off the snow and give the illusion a better night vision. So
he's falling the blood stains and he noticed it stops by some bigger trees,
so he figured, okay, it's up in the trees. I've seen this
game before, so immediately he starts looking for dark movement in the trees,
and sure, this one tree. It was obviously not big enough to support
this thing because it was slowly doing this number and it started making a cracking
sound. It claps down under the thing's weight he saw it struggling to get
up, and he put another round. He couldn't tell if it was facing
him or facing away because it was just a very dimly lit silhouette and he
was shooting for a dark mass. So he've hit it again, let out
a scream, and it started staggering and running through trees as he puts in
another round, and now he had he has two rounds left, one in
the chamber, one stealing in the maguell. So he knew he had to
finish this, and he hoped there wasn't other ones. He had only seen
this one, and so he was hoping it was just the one. He
knew he had to finish this. So as he's cutting behind trees and watching
this thing, it's standing up and it's staggering around, and it finally stopped
against a black spruce tree and was leaning there, and it looked like it
was having labored breathing, he said, because it was undulating back and forth
like it was just trying to breathe but couldn't. And as it was doing
that, he aimed for what he thought would be the head and he did
a little whistle, and when it turned profile he had a wider target,
and he squeezed and popped it right in the ear and it dropped, went
down hard. They immediately started crying. He had a flashback of what had
happened before it, and when I was asking him, I was like,
man, what do you think perpetuates this being marked thing? Because I've been
told that shit and I don't care to indulge it any but if there's a
grain of truth to it, I want to know as much as I can
before I'm out in those woods. He told me that it has to do
with something about when you see one, when you shoot one, when there's
any kind of close interaction, they know you. It's a universal knowledge between
them that once they know you're a bad guy to them, then other ones
will know and they will sense that on you. He said. It has
to do with the fear they invoke in us, leaves a certain smell on
us, and once they pick up that smell, the other ones in a
different area they sense that smell, that oh, he's a bad guy to
us type thing. Not I'm just going by what he said, just purely
what he said. I don't know that for sure. As he goes over
to the body, those kind of things way heavy on me, especially since
someone had been gone deep in the woods. Real soon he gets up on
it and it's obviously dead. There's a mist of blood all over the snow
from when he hit it in the ear. He wasn't maybe one hundred and
fifty yards from his niece's house into the tree line going away from the Yukon
River. He assesses the situation. He puts his last round into the rifle
and kind of nudges it to make sure it wasn't playing possum. He knew
it was dead, but he wanted to make doubly sure, so he makes
sure. He backtracks and gets to the house and his nieces up smoking a
cigarette on the couch, has the girls locked in her room under the bed,
and she's going off. She had a stash of some whiskey and she
was drinking it to calm her nerves and cussing him out for bringing this thing
around. It really hurt him that he was unable to convey at that time.
He was doing it out of love. He wasn't doing it to bring
any trouble on her. He was doing it as a form of protection.
But she was obviously emotional and wasn't going to hear it. I can't judge
that she's going on limited knowledge and this shit's happening and her kids are in
danger. So I get it, and so did Thomas. He held no
ill will. He went back over the next day and went to go look
for the body. Found it. It was still right where it was,
no other sign of another one coming to try to pull the body away.
So he goes to the guy down the ways and asks him, Hey,
I need your help getting rid of something. The guy goes, I don't
even want to know. I can help you with whatever you may need,
but I don't want to know, and I don't want to go. He
goes, okay, I need some rope, and the guy goes, keep
the rope. I don't want to know nothing, shut the door. So
he takes a small spool of rope. He goes back across the way,
makes it back up to his niece's house, gets out the chainsaw, hooks
up the sled to the little snow machine. It was partially frozen and riga
mortis. He hacked it up into pieces that could more easily be moved through
it In the sled. He started with the legs ran way offs back up
to where the cave was, through the legs into the cave opening, went
back, hacked off the arms and the head, went right back to the
cave and threw him in the cave. Came back really struggled to get the
torso into the sled because there's so much mass and weight to it. He
said that the torso alone felt like it was at least five hundred pounds without
the legs, arms and head. He said, that's what it felt like.
And God, the stuff he has to just what's no different than cornering
up a moose. And once you get past that harry Man there, and
once you get past that part, I guess it's it's just all downhill.
So he gets it loaded, and he knew he wasn't gonna be able to
drag this torso all the way up to that cave. He just wasn't built
that way. He wasn't strong enough and didn't have a pulley to come along
or nutting. So he gets into that valley and cuts way to the back
of it, and just as he's almost getting stuck, he circles around a
couple of times to pack the trail stops and just tips the sled over and
lets the torso roll out, rights the sled ripped on out of there.
He said he went back to that cave in the mid eighties to check it
out. His niece unfortunately succumb to a self inflicted wound. The kids were
taken by the state. He was really broken up about that, still is.
He was crying about it this morning. I'm trying not to dwell on
it too much because it makes me want to cry. He sacrificed his relationship.
He knowingly sacrificed his relationship with his niece to protect his niece, but
she didn't see that, at least to his knowledge, before she passed away
of a self inflicted injury. So that's where he wanted me to compy to
you. Guys, love your people, Explain to them why you're upset.
Don't hold it in, get it out. Don't end up like he did
with a lot of regrets with loved ones that he did not make amends with
before they're passing. Thomas, I thank you for sharing. If I missed
anything, brother, just call me. I don't think I did. That's
into that. Stay tuned for more Sasquatch out to see we'll be right back
after these messages. Good morning, it's frighten Alaska today. I want to
share something with you that was shared with me not quite a week ago.
Cheryl was part of a mushroom picking group. She's retired and two of her
retired friends were up near the Alaska Speedway. Now that's just north of Willow,
Alaska, due north. They were back in there now. They're retired.
They don't move fast. They're very nice. I talked to her personally.
She's just the sweetest lady. Damn near gave them all a heart attack.
What ended up happening is where they were picking mushrooms, they were at
a burnout spot from an old wildfire from a few years back. This happened
roughly almost a year ago. As you're coming along the highway up Highway one,
you'll see the science says Alaska Speedway. So they pulled off the side
of the road. They searched the one side. Nothing there. So they
went up, turned around and pull out for the Alaska Speedway, turned around,
came back down a little bit. There's four wheelw trails on each side
of the road. It's Alaska. We don't give a shit. They come
down the park. They're cutting along this hill, and this hill has got
a pretty steep grade, but it's south basin. There's fresh burned. They
were looking for these mushrooms right now everywhere through this particular spot, because I've
been through that area just falling tree. Right back here, there's a bunch
of those, but they're burnouts, bigger, smaller, different size, and
they're like pickup sticks. They're stacked all over each other. You got tree
stumps sticking up root balls from the trees that tipped over from the fire.
It's a mangled mess in through there. All these things are pretty much interconnected,
so they took their time. They're retired. They didn't just come from
NFL training camp and running those tires or whatever. So they were taking their
time. And all the sticks in their trees, they vary in height off
the ground the way they're laying, so it's just a mess. But they
were led to believe that there'd be some good morale harvesting in there, so
them being retired, they're all for it. Hey, get out and get
your mushrooms. I guess they took their time going back in there. The
birds were chirping. It was a beautiful daylight. No, not a car
in the world, just three retired ladies having a great time, laughing,
enjoining each other's company. Been going along for a little while, and when
I was reaching about mid day, the grade on this hill is roughly damn
near a forty five degree. With the pickup sticks in through and the new
girls coming up through, it's a jumbled mess. When I went through there,
I'm spry and athletic, if you want to call it that. It
was a pain in the butt for me to do, so I can imagine
what they were going through. I recorded footage from there to share. They
get back in there and at about midday they had brought a thermostful of hot
water to have some tea, and they were eating some of their crackers and
sipentee, just enjoying themselves thoroughly. They found a single mushroom, but they're
enjoying themselves, And they were sitting on a big log that was sun bleached
and had been obviously burned out, but it was sun bleached and there wasn't
a bunch of charred stuff to get them even more dirty than they were,
so they chose that to sit on. Now as they're sitting there. Anytime
any of them moves, the thing jiggles a little bit, and as they're
sitting there, she was like, who keeps moving? They kept feeling the
whole pile of sticks moving. It was just every once in a while they'd
be a little shit gifting a jiggle. They just figured it was their own
movements or something down the way because all these sticks are damn near interconnected like
a spiderweb. So as they're sitting there and there enjoying their tea, they
heard off behind a larger pile of sticks that they couldn't really see through.
There was gaps in between there, but it wasn't a good visual eyesight into
that. There was also a root ball, and at the end of that
root ball, she noticed some movement, but they were enjoying their tea,
and she figured it was just the breeze that was going through. But she
also noticed at the same time that all the birds stopped chirping. There was
not a natural sound going on. It all went dead quiet. Her friends
were unaware, but she noticed it and she mentioned it. She goes,
there's no more bird sounds. The birds were just chirping away, so they
thought none of it. And continued now a low, barely audible. She
said, it sounded like an elephant's seal kind of what kind of sound.
And they're trying to figure out if it was something to do with an engine
at the raceway, because some people were running their rigs at the time.
They chucked it up to an engine bogging down in the distance kind of thing.
Now they went on about their way, just sitting there enjoying each other's
company. They're halfway up this hill going down, so they have the same
distance down as they do up. They came on this little shelf that turned
into the side hill. From where the shelf ends and starts to be mainly
hill is where all these sticks are intertwined. Someone had come through with the
chainsaw and cut most of them up on that shelf mid height through the hill
just off the south side of the Alaska Highway one just to buck up for
firewood, because there were stacks of it as they came in, she said.
But it got to a point where they stopped and it was just all
this inner mesh. So they had about a good one hundred one hundred and
fifty yards of distance between where they're sitting and where it's open area back to
the highway. So as they're sitting there enjoying each other and trying to figure
out this sound because it was barely audible, the jigglins started more violently,
and they're thinking, oh shit, earthquake. So they're looking around to make
sure there ain't gonna be any of the other trees falling on them. They
hurt a loud grunt. The grunt was, according to her, demonic,
every panic button in their bodies just started going off. Red flags are going
They assumed a bear, which is a fair assessment. So they start talking
to each other about let's make our way out of here. It something ain't
right, So they got their stuff. Her two companions were a little older
and a little less spry than she was, and she wasn't spry at all,
so she was getting them going now. All they had with them was
a canister at bear spray, which works great close quarters with the bear.
It shoots out this huge cloud and the bear usually comes into it, gets
a whiff of it, and the bear is gone. Unless the bear likes
typhood, then you're getting een, and maybe he likes it spicy. She
pulled a pin on her bear spray a little safety pin, and she kept
her finger on top of the little safety lever. You got to pop up
a safety lever to hit the fogger, so she had a finger on top
of that. But she was nervous. She said, she had a death
grip on it because they heard that demonic sound. But simultaneously there was a
whoa whoo sound going as well. It was very low, very hard to
hear, but she said, at one point you could almost feel it in
the logs. The logs were jettison around like the whoa whooh with it.
So they get up and her friends she's letting get ahead, you know,
get a jump start. So she gets about twenty feet from where they were,
remember pickup sticks. They're going along. She hears a solid grunt behind
her and it sounded just like a brown bear grunt, just this kind of
sound. So she turned around expecting to see a bear. So she's already
got her finger underneath that little safety lever, ready to fall, and she
said, behind the tallest jumble about twenty feet away, so it was about
thirty feet away. She's seen this thing stand up, and at first she
couldn't wrap her mind around what she was seeing versus what she thought it was.
It wasn't jiving in her mind. So she was stuck staring at this
thing and it started swaying back and forth, and it put its hands up
on the fallen trees. Now, when they were sitting in that spot,
she guesstimated the way the trees felt. She estimated that log was at least
ten feet off the ground, So this thing had to have been taller than
ten feet according to her guestimate. Now this is a rough estimate. She
wasn't out there, sands, stand still, let me measure you, none
of that shit. So she immediately fogged. She bursts in the air with
that bare spray. Now, only problem is she created a huge cloud of
pepper spray in the air, too far of a distance to really affect the
hairy man, but close enough to With wind drifted, they were getting particles
of it back. So now they got this thing standing behind the logs over
there that just grunted at her. She tried to spray, it didn't work
so well, and now they're being affected by the pepper spray. Her friends
had stopped and turned round at that grunt. They were like shell shock,
frozen she told them get moving. She turns around and joins them. They're
cruising along as fast as they can. This particular log had broken pieces of
branches off of it. It looked like one of those sticks you'd see swing
in a jungle movie where the log had big spikes on it or whatever.
It had that kind of look to it. As she was stepping over it,
she tripped up and one of the sticks stuck into her pant leg,
and when she fell over, it twisted and it didn't hurt her, but
it caught her pants up, so she's ass over tea kettle upside down on
the ground. She wasn't hurt from the fall, it was more of a
ginger flip over, but her leg was up in the air twisted up.
Her pant leg was twisted up in the stick, so immediately she's trying to
fight free. So Cheryl comes over and is helping her get the pentle gun
stuck because now their borderline panic mode. She said, this is where they
almost three had a heart attack, because directly behind them she heard the snort
again, so she turned around with her bear spray, but there was nothing
there but off to her left hand side. About twelve feet away. But
this thing was so stealthy. It came up and it was standing behind a
tree similar to this birch right here. It was behind a tree similar to
this, and they barely notice it because it blended in seamlessly. It wasn't
cloaking, It just blended in, is what she said. So when they
turned and noticed it, because it led out like a nostril like snort,
she said, when they turned and looked, all three of them almost lost
full use of their legs. Her friend, of course, was just freed
from this optacle. She fell over and she hasn't even got up off the
ground yet. The height this thing, she said, was massive, But
she didn't understand how it camuso stealthily. It seemed like it projected its snort
to directly behind him. No, it could be the effect of echoing off
the hill right next to them. There could be variables, but she said
it seemed like some kind of ventriloquism or something to have it sound like it
was immediately behind him. As she's helping her friend up off the ground with
one hand, she's got that bear spray and now it's only about twelve feet
away. Twelve feet ach shit, twelve feet away? Is that falling stick
right over here? That ain't far, not even close to far enough for
this kind of situation. She hits it again, but this time it's it
within range. She clouds it real good, she said, she almost emptied
the whole cannon. Things just wheeled back like this and shook his head and
said it lifted its hands, but his hands looked like they were permanently cupped.
She said, that's just what it looked like. She said, it
looked like mitten's at first, from all the hair on the back of the
hand hands, and it was going like this, and then it spread its
fingers and she could see the five fingers on each hand, massive big hands.
It was wiping, and then just made this god awful snot blown out
its face hacking sound, and then let out this scream that ripped through all
of them. Her friend that just got off the ground was right back on
the ground, just in fright. They were all clutching their chest because they
thought they were going to have an aneurysm or a heart attack or something.
And it turned and just took off in the other direction, screaming. It
plowed through a bunch of the trees like it was'n up and just made
a huge racket. She's standing there, stuck, still holding the can,
looking in the direction it ran off, and is looking around what just happened?
What is going on here? Her friends had already started continuing on to
get the hell out of Dodge, and she didn't even hear the ruckus they
were making because they were motivated. So they make it out to the clearing
and her friends were cheering, yeah, you got it, and then the
debate started. What they saw was a very similar description that her hair quite
often really big in the jaw, no hair around from just above the brow
came up like this, another nose, So this whole area through here,
and the nose was without hair. It was like a bearded look here,
mustache across here, real thick. But the eyes were sunk back in the
head, really defined brow, native American looking in the face, but the
flat nose obscured that look. She said, it was the scariest shit they
ever dealt with. She hasn't been back out to harvest mushrooms. She can
barely bring herself to go out to her mailbox and check mail. Being retired.
A lot of people like for guys. A lot of dudes die within
five years of retirement because they feel they don't have a use any longer.
Something happens, they just go down into the drink, so to speak.
So this instance happening has ruined her and her two friends from their beloved actdoor
activity. It's really sad, honestly, because now the things they look forward
to, they dread, all their socializing has ceased. To me, it's
sad. Had they had previous knowledge of the hairy Man, would they have
still gone? Probably? Would it have made a difference in how things went
after that. I don't know when it happened. It's hard to put,
you know, any kind of I don't know. It's all speculation. But
real name's not Cheryl. She's local, and they were part of a club
that they no longer participate in because of what happened. Argument could be made
that it was being curious and checking them out. To me, if they
are going through the trouble to make themselves aware, they're not being curious.
To me. Something curious is just something you notice off in the distance and
then it disappeared. Something that's within twelve feet a year. I don't know,
just another one of those things like why, what's the intent here?
Like my elder cousin who had one mimicking a baby to lure it out,
the ones that made our little shock Creek to lure us out. There's something
above and beyond our understanding that's happening. And it's sad for a lot of
people because it ruins them. It really does. But again, thanks for
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in Alaska they say you don't gotta go home, but you can't stay.
We're out there, child, this child, that child everything. Can you
ride back right back for joy, for me, joy staying right? You
can it right away? Step step steps the donnock, don't tossssstssssst. Used these noses