Now one of your pudding. I got a string going on here, something
just because my dog. Something killed your dog? My dog. We're flying
through the or over the tree. I don't know how it did it,
Okay, Damn, I'm really confused. All I saw was my dog coming
over the fence and he was dead. And once you hit the ground like,
I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog coming over
the fence. Sat what are you putting? We got some wonder or something
crawling around out here? Did you see what it was? Or was it
was? Standing enough? I'm out here looking through the window now and I
don't see anything. I don't want to go outside. Jesus quice you better
New York, Hello, get somebody out here. What quent on out there?
It's got a bit of about sixty nine? I don't know easy out
there right? Oh, greetings from Alaska. I'm going to share with you
today the experience the two relatives that were with me on the river bank with
al Hooding and we have manon camp, and they found some of the fire
logs out out of the river that same year, less than a month later
from that experience. We'll call them Penelope and Jasmine. That's not their real
names, but close enough, Penelope and Jasmine. We're going gold prospecting by
Harris Creek, which is north of Kliganick. It's just above where the cutoff
for the New Yekuk River where they come together there they take off. They
get up there and there's this big gravel bar right there in the middle of
the river. It's got this huge tree stock and it's antiquated. I don't
know how long that tree style has been stuck on that particular gravel bar,
but it breaks the channel up into two and it goes right around the gravel
bar, and it's really deep channel. If you're facing north, deep channel,
high bank to your left, tree stump in front of you on this
gravel bar, lower bank to your right, with a lot of trees that
wrap back around the bend. A little further down on the left is the
mouth of the Nuyakuk River and a spit that a little bit of a point
from where it diverges our converges. I should say. They get there and
they get set up, and as they're getting set up, they heard weird
noises, but they put nothing to it. Just they were in the deep
woods it's probably just some moose growing or something. They just never came across.
They do their thing. They set up their tent and they said it
just behind that big tree stump to block the breeze that comes down the river.
They're set up and they're comfortable. They got a limited amount of firewood,
but they only planned on camping on the gravel bar just that one night,
and they were going to continue up to Harris Creek. They're doing their
thing. Jasuine's tired, goes asleep. Penelope stays up ten in the fire,
sipping some cold ones and joining the beautiful staery. And in that time
of year, it's roughly a twelve twelve light cycled twelve hours of dark beast
twelve hours a light. It has n't gone into the wee hours of winter
where we get three four hours of actual sun on the horizon kind of light.
He's doing a thing, little fires popping, the crackling away, and
it keeps getting this eerie feeling like he's just something like he's being watched.
Grabs a spotlight, firearms still in its case. Inside the tent. They
were on a sand bar. They felt safe from any intrusion, as they
felt it would be all right. So he just grabs a spotlight and it
goes around the whole long gravel bar there, just beaming off into the trees,
trying to figure out why he's getting this erie feeling, and he gets
to the front side of the stump, facing northwards Terrace Creek. Terms of
beam on it sees five cents of eye shine, three smaller ones, two
taller ones. The three smaller eyes shines were bright, vivid white, and
the two taller ones were a amber red. And immediately he's what the hell
is that? And it was more curiosity for Penelope, because Penelope, he's
checking his glasses and he's just trying to put together what he's seeing. It
seems to out of place to have that kind of thing happening, and so
he chalked it up initially to just somewhere that it must be someone some reflectors
of some kind up there, and it's just in a weird pattern. I'll
be able to make it out tomorrow at that because it didn't move, none
of that stuff, And he still has this eerie feeling. He was able
to compartmentalize eye shine into something to worry about. But what's funny is subconsciously,
he knew something was off. I only laughed because Penelope gave me so
much crap before this experience for him, I'll leave it along and just tease
him what the name changed. Penelope starts beaming again, just keeps feeling like
he's being watched. Beams again, and he's circling back the other direction this
time. And when he swings the light over to where the Nyakuk meets the
Newshiak River. There at that little point, he thought he saw what looked
like a big guy in the fur jacket jump into the trees, but he
heard nothing. The thing that's weird. He's still in a little bit of
a self denial. It's like things aren't making sense, but internally his mind
is danger. So he digs the gun out, and he said he felt
like he was on autopilot. Everything was surreal. It sounded like a weird
noise happening, but he couldn't really make it out, like a whining of
a saw way off in the distance. But that's the best thing he could
equate it too. He said it probably wasn't a sawt So he gets his
rifle out, has it loaded, has it ready, stokes the fire a
little bit and continues drinking some cold beers. Now he continues spotlight and didn't
see anything else of the eyeshine wasn't there, And so he calms down and
he sits and he's just trying to piece together what he saw and if he
actually saw it, because let's be honest, if we were out there and
soft five sets of eye shine, when's your first response be what the hell
am I looking at? And did I really see that? He's going over
everything in his mind, and he said, as he's doing that, he's
facing north towards Harris Creek with the fire right in front of him, a
little offset spotlight next to him in the rifle landing up out of his leg
because he was sitting on a tree stump, a small round and out of
the corner of his left eye he sees this big thing moving out of the
river bank adjacent to a parallel and then moving up towards Harrys Creek, and
he throws up. He grabs the spotlight out of the corner of his eye,
and he beams and this scene gets beamed thuring away from him. So
he didn't see his face, but he said it was tall man like long
arms. It wasn't pitch black, but it was very dark in color,
and it was obviously not a man. It was way way too big to
be some man and way too big to be a suit to be moving that
fluidly. Still, he wasn't reactionary. It was more what the hell you
do with that? So it just moves on into the darkness. He stopped
beaming. It just heading the sand type of thing. He goes, no,
this ain't right, so he wakes up Jasmine. Jasmine's not happy.
His feathers were ruffled to be interrupted by foolishness until he came outside. Finally
came out after arguing back and forth, and Penelope was serious, Hey,
get your butt out here, come see this stuff for yourself. I need
a witness, basically, And that's what boils down to, because he felt
if he didn't get Jasmine to come see this stuff going on with him,
no one would believe him. And hey, fair enough, that's how it
goes. So finally coaxes Jasmine out of the tent and demands Jasmine bringing his
rifle. So Jasmine calling out his rifle and saying, man, they're better
be a bear ready to charge us? For getting me out of this damn
tent tired, because they've been on the river a couple of days. It
takes a while to get way up there like that. So they're going back
and forth, and he's explaining what he saw and Jasmine's dismissing it, and
I hope he's not. I know what bricker I saw. Dude, listen
what I'm telling you. And then he goes listen to that, and Jasmin
catches on that, I mean buzzing sound off in the distance. And as
they're both literally listening to the air, not really looking in any particular direction,
from the direction of Harris Creek just north of them, they hear the
loudest, blood crimbling scream that they've ever heard, and it snapped them out
of their little trance argument stuff. Survival mode instantly kicks in, he said.
Once Jasmine came out, he was standing and holding his rifle, and
somehow his rifle ended up right near the edge of the water, because when
they were startled, stuff flung, when they were jolted with that scream.
That's how loud it was, that's how forceful this scream was. He immediately
grabs his rifle again, he's checking it. They get the spotlight and they
beam the direction that they heard the scream come from. They want to know
what the hell's coming, so they beam, and when they beam, they
see three sets of eye shine, two bigger red eye shines, one smaller
white set eye shine. And they killed the light real quick because once they
this time, when they being there was movement, they killed it. We
don't want to attract that, whatever the hell it is, because they couldn't
make it out. They could just make out the eye shine at that distance.
They sit down the spotlight and they're talking amongst each other. Maybe we
should drip down river a little waves anchor out what we did the year before
with the out hooting star earlier that year with the out hooting stuff, and
they're discussing that because we didn't see anything at that point, and this time
they actually see these things and they're not necessarily trying to hide. They did
a little movement, but they both recognized it's not right. So they start
talking reliving what happened a few weeks before with me in the skiff when we
had to ditch that that camping spot with the big bonfire. And as they're
discussing reliving that moment. They hear another screen come in the same direction,
but it's a little closer, so immediately they snap out of their debate,
so they beam it. They beam up up towards Harris Creek again, and
now there's the three they saw, the two bigger red eye shines, the
smaller set of white eye shine. They saw two more red eye shines,
even taller than the ones, and three or four other white eye shines.
They started panicking because of the noise and ice shines. So there's something living
and there's something very loud over there. They already know it's a hairy man,
but they're trying to figure out how this is happening. They decide they're
going to roll with the punches. Nothing has happened. We'll stay here on
this gravel bar. Now it's only twenty feet to the taller river bank,
probably thirty on this side, to the other side of the river bank.
A deep channel between that and the high bank to their left, and that
goes towards the northwards Harris Creek side of it. They got their game plan.
They're gonna forget about it. They don't want nothing to do with it.
They're going to forget about it. Nothing's happened. They're safe. And
as they're discussing how they're safe, they're this cadence of something dropping in the
water, something that big, just like little pebbles getting dropped in the water,
and it's happening at such a rate that they can't ignore it. At
first, they figured there was a little fish jump or something. You've ever
been on lake and a little fish was similar to that. The sound that
starts happening, and then the cadence speeds up a little bit and it is
coming from behind them and from just off in front of them, and they're
thrown off by it. It's like all of a sudden, there's a new
thing making noise. They decide, we can't ignore this. Let's stoke up
the fire. Jasmine wasn't feeling good genuinely and said, hey, I'm gonna
have my fire. I'm ready, but I need to lay down so if
anything starts coming in on us, let me know for sure, and I
will jump up and join you. And Penolopi wasn't happy with that. Hey,
his look wasn't feeling good to see. How go lay down? As
just as they finished that little conversation, Jasmine's crawling into the tent. A
huge splash hits the channel between them and the high bank to their left,
cublooge and there's a broken top half of a birch tree, leaves still on
it. They didn't hear this thing break, nothing, All of a sudden,
it's just cut pluge, and Penelope was just frozen watching this thing start
to sink into the river and then get drugged down by the current. It
was just so random. A tree in the channel. So he's trying to
figure out what he just saw. You know, it was a tree,
you know it was a birch tree. But he was trying to process the
mechanics of what just happened. Why is this happening? And immediately the fury
level goes right back up to where he can't not pay attention. He resumes
posted in front of the fire and he's got his firearm. He's telling Jasmin,
who's communicating from the tent, Hey, I'm fine, I'm just laying
here. I'm ready to move, just holler if you need me, and
he goes, Dude, something through a tree in the river next to us.
Something's not right. So they talked back and forth and he realizes that
Jasmine is genuinely not feeling good, so eases up on how aggressive he's being
about help me. He realizes he's there and he'll help. So as they're
having this little discussion, corner of his eye he sees movement again. This
thing is pacing back and forth and not quite getting parallel with them on the
river bank, but just above them, pacing back and forth. And after
it stopped pacing back and forth, it turned and looked directly at him and
started doing this swaying thing as it lowered and squatted itself down, bringing its
elbows onto its knees, and then doing this sway thing and going back up
to standing up. He said it was every bit of at least twelve foot
tall. At least that was a rough guesstimate, but he said it was
very big, obviously, very hulky, like real, real thick. So
this thing squats down, stands back up, doing the same thing, took
a half step towards further down the river bank, coming towards them, not
directly because it dropped water, but coming down the river bank, it does
this little half step, does the same thing, staring right at him,
squats all the way down elbows on the knees kind of thing, and does
the same thing, and stands back up and a little half step does it
again. This whole time, he's just measurment as what the hell am I
watching as this thing is doing this. When it would get to full height,
he noticed its eyes would take off him and look behind him and then
right back to him, like it was really fast. But he noticed it
because it was every time it stood up. He was like, what the
hell? And he's trying to tell Jasmine what's happening, but he's stuttering because
he's obstruck by what's happening, but he knows it's looking at something behind him.
He doesn't like that, thoughts, so he grabs the beam. He
gets Jasmine to come out. Jasmine starts watching this thing do it. He's
still on his hands and knees like a dog, looking out of the tent
or to his right. Now up at the river bank, at this thing
doing this. Now, grant you, there's no beam on it, as
simple firelight and the ambient light at that time of night, the woods still
seemed pitch black. But they could see this thing doing this thing, and
they could see its eyes because of the firelight. When it would look at
him, it gave off a certain luminescence. It's all own high beams.
It just a weird type of eyeshine was coming off of it to where it
was easy to see. It was two live eyes. It wasn't like a
direct eyeshine. Just understand what he's getting at. So anyway, Jasmin's washing
the scene. Penelope grabs the spotlight, spotlights it. It doesn't punch.
It keeps doing a thing. It stopped popping doing this little half step thing
and doing it. It was just standing one place, stand up, do
the same thing down and it just kept doing that repetitively at its own pace,
its own cadence. And so he turns around and beams directly behind where
he's noticed the thing keeps looking. Once it stands up all the way,
he sees two sets of eye shine down river on the opposite bank looking back
at him. So now concern goes way up. Now, what the hell
do we do? Turns around because Jazz is slapping his leg because Jasmin's still
on all fours, looking over to his right up at this thing doing this
stuff, and he starts slapping Penelope's leg to get his attention because he couldn't
speak. This thing had come further down parallel with them, just directly across
the twenty foot distance or so a little higher than them, and was just
so massive standing there, and it's starting making this weird noise, showing its
teeth, and then started rocking back and forth with that same noise down to
his knees and then back up. And they were like, this thing is
getting worked up. It's challenging us. So immediate concern, a very immediate
concern. They decide they're going to take their fire arms. We're going to
circle around to the backside of that tree stuff and keep an eye in that
direction in case it starts throwing stuff, which is a genuine concern. They
did that directly as a result of what happened to me the year before when
that one chucked the rock at me. They immediately got behind some kind of
real cover instead of a simple nile on ten, so they didn't know its
intention. And how could you this thing's making this weird noise, standing up,
squatting down, You got two sets of eye shine behind you. You're
sitting here freaked out because this thing is doing this. But yet you know
there's other ones around. I've been in similar situations. It is not something
you want. I hear a lot of people say I want to have an
experience. I just want to see you one to confirm I know they're there.
But and fair enough, if I get it, human curiosity, you
want to know. But sometimes you got to be careful what the hell you're
wishing for, because there's certain things like the reality of what was going on.
For my looks, this thing's doing this crazy stuff. They're virtually surrounded,
but yet they had a retreat, they had the skiff right there,
they had guns. Nothing drastic has happened, but there's some owmnous about what
this thing is doing. It goes on for a little bit, still doing
a thing, and it always would turn and be directly facing them. But
he did notice after a couple of times a bit squatting down on whatever.
Once they got behind the stump, it was looking and not where it was
originally where he saw the two sets eye shine behind him on the river bank.
But the eye shine he had anticipated was moving. So when he beamed
that direction where he saw it looking now, sure enough, two sets eye
shine, different heights. They were bobbing and moving because of the light or
whatever, he could really make out full figures, but it kills the light.
They're behind the stomp. The one is still on the bank, on
the opposite side of the stump, and they're watching it move around. It's
almost like it's searching the ground looking for something, and they think, oh,
it's going to grab a rock. Jasmine's freaked out at the thought.
He goes, we can't just let it grab a rock, shoots a shot
in the air right just scares the shit out of Penelope because Penelope wasn't expecting
it. The shot rings out. This thing takes off into the trees,
just doesn't look back, just gone. And he didn't shoot at it.
He shot immediately. Penelope turns, beams the opposite side of the river bank
and there's just some brush moving. No eye shine, okay, pop the
shot in the air of this scene took off, so they beam up towards
Terrace Creek again. No more ice shine. They're like, we're good,
We're good. That okay, now we know what to do with the pop
shot. They're gone. They felt confident in this. They calmed down.
Some time passed. Jasmine gets back to sleep, Penelope decides, I'm gonna
have one more cold on him. Does this thing is laying there and he's
got the rifle laid on him just because of what they just dealt with and
saw things have gotten quiet and it's just dozing off that He didn't remember how
much time had passed, but it was plenty dark by now, and he
heard something in the water, like a gurgling water sound or something moving through
the water. He's just laying there listening on is that something drifting down the
river and water's just lapping over it, or it's something moving through the water.
He found out soon enough. He fell and heard water dripping off of
this thing as it came onto the gravel bar. So it crossed across the
channel and is coming up the gravel bar and it circles around the stone,
and it circles around the whole tent, huffing hoof, and it was imitating
a bear huff, he said, really well, but it was too loud.
It was far too loud to actually be a bear huff. But because
you're on the Salmon River, he wanted to make sure right. So,
after this thing circled once and he heard it going back towards the stump.
He figured, now it's a good time. I can get out behind it
and get sight on this if it is a bear, and scare it off.
So he unzips and then he hears the grunting stop. Whatever it was
heard the zipper, and they got quiet, and he couldn't hear it moving
anymore, and he goes, hey, we're armed in here. I will
shoot you, very loud. Screaming echoes up and down the river, very
loud, multiple octaves. Freak the hell out, Jasmine's up right now because
this thing literally screamed less than fifteen feet away from them. Okay, they
felt it through everything. So he threatens to shoot. Scream happens. He's
stuck the zippers only part of the way up, and he ain't gonna freaking
get out of there. So in his mind's eye, he's picturing this thing
just snatching the tent like you would a rolled up brown paper bag and just
smashing it against him, And rightfully, I would have thought the same thing.
They're quiet, they're dead quiet. They hear the thing moving again,
circles around one more time, grunting aloud, of this time with the gurgley.
If you had a bad walk in pneumonia. At every time it had
that sound to it, and he said it was unnerving because you could tell
it was massive. The scene was massive, felt footsteps in the ground.
It circled the second time and it stopped behind the tree stump, and they
heard the tree stump moving rolling in the gravel, and they could feel it
being rocked and pushed because of the weight of it in the ground. They're
not that far from this thing, so they're like, is this thing going
to smash us with the tree stump? And Penelope said, screw this.
Oh zips up the tent and just shoots out the door the opposite direction of
this thing. He's just shooting high out the doors. Let's a bunch of
rounds fly at their ten round box mag or whatever and splash buns. There's
just all sorts of sound that happens on both sides of the river at this
point. So they're both like boys, shit. So they get out,
they crawl out, they beam around, and they don't see nothing that happening.
They felt eerie enough that they took what they could. They left the
tip there. They got in the skiff and they used the battery life left
on that spotlight to putter their butts and stay in the channel to get back
down to Kliganik. And they camped out on the landing at Kligannik there.
And this is not unique to me, It's not unique to them. Nicko.
Like Chris, that photographer several fishing game warns, I wish they would
cut board and speak because they I'm sure they've seen just as much shit it
not more than me a little something about what I exactly know. I am
not no expert, I'm not a researcher. I am simply First Nations Alaska
native that has had these encounters and experiences and never talked about it until just
the last couple of years. In our culture, we don't share, we
don't spread it out. It stays in our community. It's part of our
oral history. When I'm speaking on these things so nonchalantly, it's because that's
how it is out there in the bush. These things happen periodically. You'll
have a hairy man's scream at you, You'll have something thrown at you as
you're walking down a mountain trail. It happens all the time, but it's
never talked about, especially in our culture. Now, there's people that have
had Alaskan experiences that have shared elsewhere. I'm from Alaska, I've shared it
elsewhere, but a lot of First Nations don't. That's because it's not in
our culture. We don't go squatching. A matter of fact, that one
I saw by the Mannacota trail, it made a wooden knock sound with his
mouth. It didn't bang two sticks together. It made like a tongue pop
and it sounded like two Louisville slungers hitting each other. So what do you
do with that? I don't know by no means of my an expert.
I've just had circumstances happen from the places I bear, and that give me
a different outlook on it, because for us, it's not a matter of
proving anything. There's nothing to be proven. It's just as relevant as moose,
barrier, wolverine, caribou. It is just as relevant. It's the
outside world that doesn't accept it. Doesn't accept it because someone with a fancy
piece of paper didn't say it was And that's on them. I can't change
that. They can sit there in their Ivy League school that's less than two
hundred years old and try to dictate something that has been passed down orally for
tens of thousands of years through the first nations. They dismiss it. Oh,
it's there, metos, it's this, that's that. Okay, fair
enough, But until you have experienced it, a lot of non believers won't
they won't believe it. Understandable, But understand, when I'm speaking of these
things, it's not that I live in some fairy tale land in my head
or some bullshit like that. I'm very saying these things are happening constantly in
a remote village. And when I say constantly, I mean every time someone
goes outside. I'm saying it happens with such relative frequency. There's why report
it. You leave the village, something screams at you, you make it
home. That's daily life, not literally every day, but that's part of
life in the remote Alaska. Weird stuff all the time. You know how
many UFOs sightings have been shared with me from just between New Studio Hawk and
Koligany. Literally, I already have several handfuls of just those encounters of seeing
a UFO in these very remote places in Alaska. There's so much going on
that we have no clue. Understand, I'm not trying to sound like I'm
some authoritative voice and I know all this. What I'm sharing is what I
know, and I don't know squad. I'm not an expert, seeing their
checks several times, scenes what they would call structures, seeing these things running,
doing all sorts of different various things. But it's by default. It's
not unique to me. There's so many people in Kalignik New Studio, Hawk
back Home and dilling here, Elecni Gick, several lodges in through the wood
Chick Chicks State Park. It just doesn't get spoken about, so no one
knows that this stuff is going on. So when you hear someone like me
just spouting so nonchalantly about it, it could give you the wrong idea.
And maybe I know something others don't. I don't know shit. What I
do know is what I've experienced, and what I've experienced has been aggression,
cunning. The level of cunning these things have is unreal to mock a baby,
to lure someone else. So what I'm getting at is I'm not an
expert on anything. I am only sharing what I've dealt with and what others
are sharing with me. If I had come across like I'm some expert on
something. I apologize. I'm just sharing what I know, and honestly,
in the big scheme of things I don't know, squad, I can tell
you they shake stuff, they break stuff, and they throw stuff. That's
not a wealth of knowledge. You understand. I'm only nonchalant about it because
I've accepted it. I've seen it. It's just part of what's going on
out there. It's what it is. This has been Fred and Will asking.
I appreciate your time, and you're listening. They say you don't gotta
go home, but you can't stay outside steps chart this chart, that chart,
everything calling right back, right back Joy for me, Joy, stay
right, come it right away, still still stay sast don't doubts, sasstssts
things, muss things