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Now, what are your reporting? I got a screen going on here.
Something just kid with my dog, something to kill your dog? My dog.
We're flying through there, over the tree. I don't know how it
did it? Okay, damn it. I'm really confused. All I saw
was my dog coming over the fence, and name was dead once you hit
the grill. I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog
coming over the fence. Happen? What 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. I'm new to window now and I don't
see anything. I don't want to go outside this point. You're Kara York.
Hello, hit thebody out here? What quin? I'm out there?
It's thought of a bit of about sixty nine. I don't know you see
him out there? Yeah? I'm right head. Oh what I want to
share with you today, Jacob? This was thirty years ago. This was
near Lake Clark, which is north of Illiamna. He grew up watching PBS
like most of us did when we had one or two channels, and so
He was inspired by Dick Perninki. There was a PBS show some of you
may have seen it where this guy just goes out in the wilderness with hand
tools and build himself a cabin and sticks his claim to the land and lives
there for till his nineties. Great show. I recommend anyone who hasn't seen
it Dick Prininki Alone in the wild or something like that. So Jacob was
inspired. I was too. That's why I'm a carpenter today. Actually,
I build friendsure and all that. This guy inspired me to see what you
can do with some simple hand tools. Beautiful, you know. So he
gets out there, he had a five year plan. First year, he's
going to drop the timbers. He's going to need to build the cabin in
the meantime, tent camp, do his thing, collect la moss for the
roof and all these. He was going to basically redo what Dick Pernanki did,
just in his own way. Yeah, I get it. So first
year is relatively uneventful. As it was getting into the late season towards fall
and of August, he started hearing some strange screaming coming from down the valley.
He just chalked it up to, you know, I'm new to this
area. I don't know what it is. He chalked up to maybe a
bear mating call or something like that, but they don't reverberate through the whole
valley, so he chalked it up uneventful first year. He comes back the
next year and where he had all his logstacked, they were just dishoveled,
not really tossed about, but just not the way they were when he left
him. And he thought none of it. He figured snowload. They shifted
themselves in a snow melting. They just maybe settled out or whatever. And
as he's walking around the stack and just assessing what's going on. He just
got there, been there maybe two days and there's still snow on the ground
melting. He was just assessing his supplies from where he was at and what
he should go and cut now, and that type of thing. As he's
circling around, he's noticing noise off in the distance, like way off in
the distance, like trees cracking. He really thought not of it and thought
it was just oh, it's still, you know, coming in the spring,
things are just thawing and breaking, and dead trees are falling. As
he's going around assessing everything, he notices some strange old melted out tracks.
He said, the old melted out tracks were humongous, and he figured it
was just snowshoes, old timey snowshoes. He thought it was strange that the
heel portion was so wide, but he figured it was someone's new version of
him and thought nothing of it. Continued on that whole season. He was
stripping logs and prepping the ground and things of this nature. He had planned
it out to where he wasn't in a rush. In his off season during
the winter, he would fly down to California and do whatever he was doing
down there pretty uneventful outside of the screens and stuff. That second season he
did a bunch more prep work, had the ground ready come back the third
season around the same time of year. And when he comes back in the
third season where he had everything stacked up pretty they were all intertwined in a
big pile, almost like a beaver house, and he was like, what
the snowlow doesn't do this? What the hell? So he goes and circles
around it looks, you know, trying to size up how in the hell
did all you know, he was just trying to piece it together in his
mind. He hears something moving behind him. He turns around and looks,
and it's just a cow. Most just walks through, you know, just
looking at him, like whatever goes on through with this earling, And it
actually had twins went on through. So he's all, Okay, I don't
know what the hell this is about, but I'm going to continue doing what
I'm doing. So he fixes straight inside his piles. He gets everything lined
up. He's getting his string lines in place, make sure he's squaring true.
And as he's going through this process, he kept getting the feelings being
watched. Now where he was at was on a lake, not going to
specify the lake. I'm not too sure. He was there legally to build
this cab, and I think he had it in his mind he was going
to go build a cabin and claim it as a homestead. I think I
don't know. Jacob is not his real name. And as he's feeling watched,
he starts keeping his head one direction, looking out the corner of his
eye, trying to figure out what's watching me. Is it that cow moose
again, because he already knew that moose could be dangerous. So he was
aware. Now as he's moving around doing his thing, as he's pounding in
steaks and whatnot, he was focused on something that kept getting his attention and
was across the lake. And when we get to this back corner, when
he was sighting to the other corner, he saw something on the lake shore
just bobbing in behind the tree. It almost looked like a tree behind a
tree moving, but it was at a distance. He couldn't quite make it
out, which really it intrigued him, and he was like, why is
that one tree moving? Now? Whatever? Right, that's not an uncommon
thing. I forget who sent an email to me the other day, something
out of state, but they noticed a single tree moving, And I was
like, single trees usually don't move. But something similar has happened to him.
But it wasn't no tree. He continued watching. He was intrigues.
So it squatted down like he had business. He was just bumbling with his
hand toles in his hands, just keeping his brim of his hat low like
I am now and looking across trying to see what's going on. And he
watched it walk down on the bank of the lake and it walks off to
his right, and he's just looking and he's who in the hell, why
in the hell is that trapper got so many furs on? So immediately he
stands up and starts walking down towards the lake. He's a good fifty yards
off of the lake, up on a little rise, and he starts yelling,
Hey, how you doing, Hey, I'm over here. He wanted
to be friendly, He planned on being there forever. If there's a neighbor
around, hey, he might need that neighbor at some point, you never
know. This thing just ignored him and then went off into the trees.
Once he got down to the beach of the lake and started really hollering and
try to get his attention, this thing just cut off into the trees and
the silent. So says Shid, what an asshole, all right, I
see what kind of Maybe he's a recluse. I don't want to push him.
I don't want to get shot by some weirdo in the woods. So
he goes back to what he was doing. Roughly a week goes by and
he's got most of the walls of the cabin up. He had been working
hard, sixteen hour days. Because our daylight lasts forever, especially that time
of year, it just gets lighter and lighter until June and then it tapes
off slowly. So he got the four walls up. He goes where he
was camping was more close to the lake shore because he was expecting supplies to
get phone in. Now again, this cabin was set back from the lake
on purpose, so those people bringing him supplies from the other direction he was
hoping wouldn't circle. They wouldn't for windage to land, you got to land
into the wind. He was hoping they wouldn't notice it, because something within
him told him he probably shouldn't be It was probably state landing. He shouldn't
be doing that, but he had a sense of adventure. I'm not sticking
up with the guy. I'm just telling you what he told me. He
was down at his tent, he was expecting supplies any day, and he
heard the drum of a plane off in the distance. The drone that long
and he can hear it echo went through the valleys, and so he knew
it was probably about an hour away. So he decides he's going to cook
up some lunch and he's going to treat the pilot to some lunch and be
on his good side. Maybe he'll just know there's no cabin over there in
the woods. It just missed my tent. Here, he starts cooking up
some fried spam, always a delicious, good old spam. Gotta love spam.
He happened to have some mild cheddar cheese with them, so that spam
was looking really good. But he's frying it up, and it just so
happened. It wasn't his plane. It flew down the different valley. He
could tell it wasn't the same kind of Davlin beaver he was expecting, didn't
have the same markings or whatever. He could tell off in the distance.
Says, okay, I got my lunch anyway. So he commences to eat
in the spam down by the lake, and he's sitting in a launch here
just looking around. Yeah, this is a spot. I'm really liking this.
And of course he had a bear gun with them at all times,
twelve gage. So as he's enjoying his lunch brunch, whatever you want to
call it, he notices the same figure across the lake walking down the beach,
but way further down. So he stands up and goes, I have
breakfast screaming out, just trying to make some kind of contact with this recluse
in the woods. Nothing. As soon as he screamed and the thing heard
him scream at it in its direction, it just dre up into the trees.
This time he heard it smashing, going like almost straight up the side
of this mountain. Now, if anyone hasn't been to Alaska, we have
some mountains that don't just gradually go up. We have something that just shoots
straight up. Pineer Peak over here is an example. But these mountains aren't
quite as tall, so there's a lot more greenery on the sides of it.
It's at a pretty steep angle. And he heard it just breaking stuff.
And then he's seen it get above the tree line and then cut back
in a different direction and then out of sight. So he's damn you know,
for one, he got up there quick, and for two, what
is he breaking stuff? He's probably mad at me. I better just state
to myself, goes back to go to work. When he gets back over
there, part of the cabin had been twisted and pushed over some all his
hard work. Something had come and just shifted it and leaned it onto itself.
Imagine a cardboard box and then twisted with the base. Still twists that
thing and then leaned back slightly. That's not an easy task. This guy
was using probably sixty penny spiral shank stakes to keep things together, and something
was off in him. He instantly recognized within his spirit that something ate right
here. He reassesses what he's doing. So he decides he's going to get
a pack together and he's going to go hike these trails he's noticed over the
time he's been there that he never adventured on. He's going to go check
him out. And the one particular one he was interested in was a game
trail that was narrow but well worn. So he picked that one, and
so he got him some provisions had in case he had to make a stake
camp for something. He was ready to go. So he starts his journey.
It's not even quite middle of the day yet when he starts on this
journey, so as he's cutting back the trail, he's really paying attention to
his back trail, so he knows his way out. He wasn't using market
tape or blazing trees or any of that, because it was just one trail
that he could see and if you're on one trail and there's no others common
sense to tell you turn around and go back the other way of the trail,
right, So he gets back up in their ways, and he notices
a little bit of a valley that he was walking back in had these little
draws that kind of cut up, and then there was a little bit of
a rise through like a pass, and it would go on to another valley,
he assumed. So as he's doing this hike, he's about an hour
in and he's made pretty good progress because he's humping along, he's not really
paying attention to his surroundings. He's listening for sounds, but he's mainly looking
on the ground for any kind of tracks or anything like that, like boots.
He still wasn't sure why his cabin had been shifted. That he wasn't
necessarily scared. He was concerned he was impeding on someone else. So he
wanted to hey, I'm sorry, I'll get rid of this. I'll go
somewhere else. He had a long term plan, was accepting of the fact
that he may have stepped on some toes and he would have to do something
else about it. So as he's going up this game trail. He notices
as it starts going up to what would be a pass it had some kickbacks
to it, and the way the tundrad above the tree line had these little
steps almost, and so he was like, oh, that's pretty cool.
Maybe that'd be a good place to stop and eat some of the leftover spami
fried. He made sandwiches out of it. He gets up there and he
finds this little spot and he sets his stuff down and he gets this big
sandwich he made out, took a couple bites, had set it down,
and he heard some weird noises off in the brush. So he grabs his
shotgun and he walks over to go check out the sound in the brush.
As he's checking out the sound in the brush, it sounded like a big
squirrel, he said. It sounded like a big red squirrel, just making
a word chattering noise. But every time he would get into a position to
be able to see it, it would move. But it was moving away,
and he caught himself following this noise, and he goes, wait a
minute, I'm not going to chase his sink. Maybe it'll show itself.
I'm gonna go back up eat and continue on what I'm doing. As he
turns around, he had made it about forty five yards from where his pack
was with this sandwich, and as he looks back, he notices this brown
shape move away out of sight because where he had come down a little ways
over the rise where he couldn't see, this brown thing went away from him.
He thought bear. Immediately he was like, oh shit, the bear
got my sandwich. He runs back up there and all the spam was on
the ground and the bread was gone, and he was like, what kind
of bear's gonna So he's looking for tracks now he's on high alert. Something
big and brown just walked away. He couldn't make it out. It was
just a brown shape and it disappeared over the rise. So he gets looking
around and then some of the mossy stuff similar to this kind of moss here
that we got all over the place, that growth. He notices these impressions
and he's trying to He was like, man, that looks like a foot
and he's just staring at this impression of a foot in this mossy under like
material. He's just man that is really compressed. And he starts standing on
one leg trying to see if he can get his footprint to sink as deep,
and it won't, and so he's immediately this ain't good. So he
decides, screw this, I don't want to know. I'm going to go
back to where I belong. If they got a problem, they'll come talk
to me. He was like, something's just not adding up. Strange squirrely
sounds. Someone stealing my shit. He felt something was coordinated against him.
And as he's going back down the trail, he comes across the spot where
he had crossed just less than an hour earlier, and it was muddy because
again it was springtime, and there was little seeps in all sorts of little
muddy spots and whatnot, a lot of it, long tracks of it along
this path, and for the most part he would stay off to the side,
up on the little grass and moss to get around these spots. But
as he was up on this little side bank of this trail looking down,
he notices the huge similar to the track he saw up. But what concerned
him was those tracks weren't there a little while ago when he came by,
and now those tracks are heading the direction of his camp. So he's immediately
spooked. When I was talking to him. He was super animated. He
had to get him to call I was like, well, called out.
He was like, I was spoke man. I don't know what to tell
you. You've been out there in woods. He was going on about he
was animated about how he was concerned. Stay tuned for more sasquatch out to
see. We'll be right back after these messages. So this poor guy he
gets back down to his camp and now all the logs and everything, a
good portion of them had been pulled off of it somewhere down in the lake.
One of the logs was smashed over his tent. He had a big
canvas tent. This thing was this smashed over his tent, tent knocked over.
Thankfully he didn't have his fire going or anything like that, because the
way it smashed it was right up against the little woodstove he had in there,
and it would have everything would have burned up. So now he's really
spooked. Something doesn't want me here, and so he's I'm going to pack
my shit and when the beaver comes with my supplies, I'm going to have
him just take me out of here. And so he sits there contemplating,
man, what am I going to take with me. He's been a lot
on the wood stove, so he's getting that out down onto the beach and
he's salvaging what he can. There's nothing wrong with the tent, it was
just knocked over, but he was spooked. He's running around trying to figure
out what's really going on. Now. As he's bringing stuff down to the
beach, the figure across the lake is standing there and it's a distance way
to where he could just make out it's an upright thing. And he just
assumed it was a guy in a fur coat because he said he could see
the nose, but everything just seemed off, like not quite human man.
So he happened to have a little monocle scope, little spotting scope that he
had brought with him for his high c up to trail. He brings up
that little spoting sk and then it dawns on what he's looking at. He
said it was like chromgnan chro magnin ish brow, native American looking in the
face, flat broad nose, and to him at that point, the way
the light was hitting it, it looked like gate a very light charcoal gray
in complexion. Again hair free around here up to above the brow and very
thick looking beard and mustache looking thing. So he caught himself just staring at
this thing, and he was mesmerized, like what the f and what am
I really looking at? He was trying to absorb it and make sense of
this shit. Why As that's going on, he hears movement directly behind him,
directly within feet he hears and feels a presence walk behind him, So
he froze up. He's still got the shotgun, but it's slung over his
shoulder, so he does a very slow and methodical turn and looks, and
it was just a bear. It was probably about a four year old male,
just walk by. What up, dude, No aggression on none,
just on its business. He just happened to be standing there and the bear
walked on by. So the bear distracted him long enough with the oh shit
factor, and then he gathered himself because he realized the bear is just about
the bear. It wasn't worried about him or his camp. It just walked
down the beach like it was just another Sunday stroll. So he turned back
to look and the figure he was looking at to the binocular was gone,
And so he's looking for a movement in the brush, sees none, so
he's okay, I need to calm down. His heart rate was up from
the bear, and the bear wasn't aggressive. It was just you turn around.
There's a bear there within fee you could touch its ass as it's walking
by. You're going to be nervous. I don't care who you are.
So he goes and calms down. He grabs his little sipping whisk in.
He's trying to calm down. He's calculating it all up. Something's fucking with
my cabin, something stole my bread. The thing across the lake isn't a
guy. Now there's bears walking by. So he's thoroughly just over it,
over it all the inspiration, all the motivation to do this thing he wanted
to do since he was a little kid. Gone having building the cabin.
There's too much since reoverload, I guess you'd call it. He's resigned himself.
He's never going to try to build the cabin again. Unfortunate it happens
all the time. So he gathers up his pertinent stuff and he's got it
all in a nice bundle just off the beach. So it's covered. He's
got a little tarp over it and stuff. And he was sitting there and
he had one of them old school like first or second generation Kodak instant cameras,
and so he was like, man, you know, I'm gonna try
to get a picture of this thing. No one's gonna believe me. So
he goes and he takes a picture of what was left of the cabin.
He went back up the trail, tried to get a snapshot of one of
the tracks as he was coming back down. Because in his mind, the
place that he had grown to love over a few seasons, instantly it meant
nothing to him because of these things being her. He knew he couldn't be
there. He just knew it within himself. He's doing this little thing by
anyone old enough to remember the Kodak instant once. He was sitting there,
waving it in the air for it to develop, and I'm picturing this in
my head. He's walking along and as he's waving, he notices movement down
by where his stuff is, and he notices an arm holding up the tarp.
He is, hey, that's my stuff. This thing drops the tarp
and where he had it under the trees. This thing so happened to be
its center of itself was behind the tree. So as he was coming down
the trail, the tree was of course moving. He was coming up on
it from a different angle, and this thing stayed always just out of you.
But he could see its width behind the tree, in its height,
and it was humongous. And he was like, hey, I have a
gun. I have a gun. Get away from my shit. And so
he's got a shotgun. Now he dropped the picture. He's got a shotgun
and he's telling him, hey, I'm gonna shoot you. Identify yourself.
I'm scared out here. And this thing just took off, gone away from
him, just jumped right over his dilapidated tent and all that stuff, and
just an easy leap, was gone, I mean gone fast. He ended
up firing a shot like ten minutes later. When he came out of shock.
He was just standing there. Once he came to he was just boom,
and thing was long gone by then. He was just stuck. It's
not a good feeling to be stuck. Mentally stuck. You can't do anything.
That's a horrible feeling. Fires off his shot. He goes over and
harry Man was just looking at the stuff, like what's under here? Nothing
truly aggressive, I don't know, nothing aggressive. It happened. There had
been no direct screams at him or yells at him to this point. He
just knew he had to go. Now he got all this stuff together on
the beach, he heard what he thought was his plane again. He goes,
anytime now that plane's gonna land, I can I can go, and
if he can't get it all, we'll leave it on the beach. He
can fly back later pick it up for me off haym whatever. He has
his game planned down. It starts getting on into nighttime. Still no plane.
So he decides, Okay, I'm going to take the remnants of my
cabin and I'm going to build a fire on the beach. Why not,
I'm not going to be building the cabin. I'm over it. So he
goes and he's just usually Brant using his chainsaw whacking this cabin he's been working
hard on. Geez, unfortunate. That's a lot of work. But he
gets a piled down on the beach and he uses some of his chainsaw gas
to get it lit. And he had a t piece structure and the fire
within that big tepeece structure of log So he had a fire. He rolled
some rocks closer to it because he had planned on warming up the rocks to
keep his tent warm because his woodstove's now out here and it's still cold that
night. So he was pre planning some things. Hey, he wasn't an
idiot. So he went back to make himself something to eat. All his
Kansas spam. He had a couple cases of them. They had all been
smashed, like someone with big heavy boots on or something just smashed him down.
They were all smashed, popped and oozing spam. He was like shit.
So he had some other stuff. He had some jerky and some salted
fork of some kind or whatever. He put the pork in some water to
desalinify it. So he's doing that and he's just contemplating, why is this
happening? This is my third year and all this shit keeps happening. So
he was really bothered with it because he started assessing how much it had cost
and everything, and he goes, man, maybe I can make some kind
of peace, Maybe I could salvage something of this. Because he was getting
into his feelings like man, I did all this work and now I'm being
run off. The fear subsided a little bit, so as he's deciding what
he's going to do, he has this five year plan, you know what
I mean. He's got the five year plan to have everything set and then
be set for life, to live the way he wanted. So he kept
replaying this in his head and getting melancholy about it. I guess I'm going
to have to find a different dream. His fire is going and it's getting
darker, and he's still sipping on a ship and whiskey as he's contemplating these
things. Across the lake. He couldn't see it, but he knew it
was directly across. This thing let out a scream that he felt in his
chest, and once he felt that in his chest and heard it just brought
everything together. And he fell on his knees and he was sobbing. He
was holding onto his shotgun and on his knees, just sobbing away. The
guy was in sorrow over his dream doing that. He's not sure how much
time had passed. He was just listening to the crackle of the fire.
There was no more screaming after that. He doesn't remember the amount of time
that had passed. He hears movement up the rise where his cabin was going
to be. As he's sitting there listening, he hears this woof So he
stands up and turns around. It had to have been a fourteen foot log
ten inches in diameter spruce. He sees come into the light of the fire,
winging around, and it hits the pile of the fire and knocks a
lot of it into the water of the lake. So now he's got a
fire spread out in front of him, and immediately he jumps back, and
that tree where he had his gear was kind of blocking and obscuring the view
for a direct line of sight. It was dark, but for a direct
line site, he wanted to put shots that way, So that's what he
does. He clears that tree that's up on the bank a little ways and
boom, just lets off some rounds with the shotgun, just to let it
be known that I can throw that kind of thing. He reloads and he
goes over to his tent. He gets out box of ammal and he's stuffing
all the ammal he could fit, because he brought a lot of it.
He would store ammo there over the years, so he knew he'd have a
stockpile of ammal for protection, hunting all that. He's going to his reserves.
He didn't need him yet, but he knew he wanted more ammal because
these things were big. As he's doing this and shuffling, he hears movement
directly behind his tent, maybe fifteen feet. He didn't give a shit.
He wasn't lucking. He had it. This thing just threw a log at
his fire, and he assumed at him. He was right next to it.
Of course, he's going to react how we all would, and he
reloaded. He starts shooting that direction that he hears the sound. Here's another
slight scream and just tearing off to the woods. Then he hears tearing off
to the woods from where his cabin was. And now he's thoroughly it's I'm
not gonna I'm done. They're not going to get me kind of attitude.
And he said, as he was going up the little rise from the lake
to the off the shore of the lake, something came over him to where
he couldn't. He just felt like his knees went to jello. He felt
imminent death. Had he continued, he don't know where it came from.
He don't know why, but he stepped up and he felt like, WHOA,
I'm walking into death. And he backed off, went over and started
using his boot and stuff to kick his fire into a one cohesive pile and
decided to wait it out. And he sat up by where he had his
gear packed with the tarp behind it to have that tree as a protection from
any other flying logs. And he could you see up and down the beach.
If it was light out, he'd be able to He had a good
vantage point if it was light out. All his flashlight stuff was smashed in
the tent somewhere. Too much was going on noise in the woods for him
to go and dig his and put his head under somewhere and not pay attention.
He sat there the whole night with noises going on around him. Periodically
another piece of the cabin would be flung off into the trees. It wasn't
necessarily aimed at him, it was just the hairy man. If there was
just throwing pieces of log just randomly, like it was just screw this place
kind of deal. And so he sat there terrified. The whole night was
freezing cold. He wouldn't get up away from the cover of the tree and
his stuff to stoke the fire, tend the fire, any of that.
He just sat there shivering the rest of the night. The fire was too
far away at this point to be of any help to him. It was
some light, but it had been scattered apart, so it wasn't putting off
the illumination. It was just a little while ago. So as it started
getting lighter and the sun was just about to poke over the mountain, he
heard the drone of a plane and so he's this has got to be this
has got to be my flight. So he's instilled confidence. He actually stands
up. It's hard from the move. He's stiff, cold, shivering,
shaking, and he's like, come on, be the plane. And he
sees his coming down the valley and he goes, okay, I know that's
my plane. That's the only one that's coming. So he's rejuvenated. He's
got his blood pumping. During that time he was sitting there, he was
assessing his pile of stuff he was taking. Well, his pile got real
small, real fast once the logs starts playing it, So the plane ends
up circling around, comes back around and lands and immediately powers up to come
towards the beach. Normally they come in slow, and the beaver he was
coming towards, and then he turned and as he turned he killed the prop
and let his momentum turn him around. So he's facing away from the beach,
and so Jacob goes out in his boots and help stop the plane from
banking out hard and all that kind of stuff, and the pilot hops out.
The pilot goes, you need to get your shit on the plane.
What do you take and make it quick? And he goes what And he
goes, hey, there's some things just over this rise, big things.
I don't know what they are. Get your shit, get on the plane,
or I'm leaving you. OK. Fair enough, he had most of
the shit he wanted. He went and grabbed a couple quick little things.
They jump on the plane. Fired up, guy takes off, lies around
this particular mountain. It comes back from the backside through that little pass area,
coming back towards over his cabin. He was like, look down and
tell me what the hell is going on there? There was four or five
in the open. They were literally taking the cabin apart and were flinging the
pieces that were left of it, just often to wherever, just and the
guy was going to circle back ground and just nope, and they flew on
out of there and they went to Iliamna. So it ruined his whole day,
ruined his whole the whole plan he had to do this build and to
live out in the wild, really unfortunate. The level of interaction varies drastically.
Sometimes it's is straight outright aggression. Other times it's a slow burn that
builds up to some crazy shit. I don't know a lot of it still
boggles me. Why don't they knock shit over when you're in it? Why
don't they just knock down these little cabins and pull you out of there?
I'd like to know that. That's what I'd like to know. But it's
a matter of whether you're going to accept it. If you're the kind of
person that needs to put your own eyes on this thing, be careful what
you wish for, man, you may not want that