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the line and he's ready to go. All that's left for you to do
is sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. I want to welcome
our guest to the show. It is Jason from Washington. Welcome to the
show. Jason. Thanks. Let's get right into it. Let's talk about
this bigfoot thing. What guy you interested in the subject? To begin with?
Growing up in Washington, lifelong Washingtonian plus bouncing all over the world in
the military. Washington State's my home except for the West coast. West side,
the East side of Washington is my playground, lifelong outdoors. You name
it, I participated in it. Just about you name it, I probably
have done it. I've lived in Washington nineteen eighty when Mousain Hells Blew the
old Man was the only sheriff deputy around the base of this town called Cougar,
Washington. Now it's famous for the eight Caves and all the stuff.
But going through life, I always seeing pictures, heard stories. Was never
a believer. Well, I was always on the fence. Wasn't until I
got in the medical field that I started to think there's a possibility of a
species through the stories I had heard, through classes, through lectures, through
military schools I've gone to. I retire, moved to this little town in
northeast Washington called Calville, Washington. It's in the northeast corner Canada, Idaho
and Washington. It's pretty remote. Most of the area is pretty dance untouched.
And did a lot of hunt, a lot of fishing, a lot
of exploring, and I got to know this area extremely well. Nothing no
weird noises or anything that would make me go, huh, what was that?
No. One that most animals and the woods are capable of making different
vocals than what we put them in certain categories. So I knew that if
I might have heard something, now, there's usually a start, a good
reason for what you heard. One hot day, actually it was July thirty
first to August first, twenty thirteen, my kids just couldn't sit still that
day, two day hot to be outside, nothing to do in the house.
One of my kids says, Dad, let's go up walkhu do candy
and trail. And I'm like, that's awesome because we're gonna get up in
the higher elevation, cooler temps. This trail we've walked so many times.
The huckleberries in our area had just popped, size of grapes, huge little
forest candy. Two for one. Let's go take this beautiful walk, stuff
our guts with huckleberries, and enjoy the afternoon to the evening. Here we
go. Now, this trail where it begins is one point seven miles,
so it's not your little walk in the park. The first quarter mile you
got to be a pretty dark, good shape to go through all the sneak
switchbacks. Once you get up there, then as meanders up and it is
at this lookout, this flat perfect ledge. It drops down about one hundred
and twenty feet in front of you and about thirty thirty five feet above you.
But you're just on a little wedge and this ledge is just when you
sit there, you're just like you overlook this canyon and it's just such a
stress reliever. It's just postcard and we love getting up there. We spent
the nights up there on this ledge camping. But we start our walk.
I need to remind everybody out there, I'm extremely hard of hearing. Thank
you, Uncle Sam. We start walking up this trail single file. My
son is in front, he's fifteen. Then it was my dog, Big
Dude, myself, my daughter who is twelve, and my wife pulling up
the rear. And we're just taking our time going up. But my son
is just filled with energy. Being fifteen, he's ready to rock and roll.
And we get up to the first ruts park. My son is stopped
in the middle of the trail. Now this is not a maintained trail of
any sort. If there's a for service trail, it has a lot of
dead fall over it. Yeah, I gotta climb over certain areas and it's
pretty thick. He stopped us one area, and as I catch up to
him, he goes that, do you hear this noise? This commotion?
How I did? Don't even ask me. I can't hear what you hear.
He's a luxury and what does it sound like? Now where we were
at, this canyon dropped down and it came out to another canyon, so
it's just horizontal from us. He described just some loud motion, crunching odd
sounds that made him pause, and I says, don't worry about it.
It's probably a mouse. She got up after batter a bull and he's making
his way, or might have been a group of free range cattle down below.
Says get going, let's go. So like he bounces up ahead.
Teen minutes later, maybe he stopped again. Now this time we're all in
one group. He goes, there it is again. My wife and my
daughter heard it. I still didn't hear it. But my big old dog,
he's got his ears all perked up and he's looking across that canyon and
like, I hear it. Dude. Still, I couldn't put two and
two together. Why as we're gaining an elevation, this sound is gaining an
elevation and parallel horizontal to us just didn't make any sense. Let's go,
man. I lost count of how many times he had stopped and said,
there it is again. Now I'm starting to really put two to two together.
This gotta be a big bull moose to stop caring about his antlers when
he's going through the brush. It's only I don't all I could think of
that would be making noise working its way up that loudly as we're working our
way up, but it still seemed extremely odd. We get to this really
damp cedar grove. It is a spot to sit and cool off and there's
a little natural spring you can drink out of it if you need some water.
Now I need to back up here for a minute. At this spot,
we had walked this trail so many times. My kids were in diapers,
I had carried them up there so many times. This is our go
to spot. No need to have brought cameras or phones, no need to
drag extra water because we knew up at the spring we could get water.
At this spot. We had stopped, so we were very white, geared
up, basically nothing next to a handgun at pocket knife and our feet.
So we're sitting at this cedar grove and from our back we heard this same
sound, just crunching, not crashing or running, but something is moving through
the fell timber, crunching branches that are on the ground. But it wasn't
a walking sound, and it was not continuous. It was like whatever it
was would get to a spot, wait for us to catch up, and
then it would make it self known by these sounds. Now, at this
point in time, I'm really not putting two to two together. This is
odd, no big deal. Now we're on the last leg of the trail,
and where the trail cans again, it's a lookout, sheer drop in
front and a vertical wall behind. A bitch, My son just can't wait
to be number one. He can't wait to claim that spot. He got
there first and he took off. I know what he's gonna do. He's
gonna get up there and just look around, throw rocks off and then wait
for us to catch up. And we catch up. He ain't there nowhere,
there's nowhere to go. Instantly, I had that gut feeling that he
went off the edge. Didn't hear sound. Of course, if somebody had
fell from that steep of a distance straight down, there might be no sounds
to be made. So I'm doing my best to get up to the edge
and I look down for any side, and I'm yelling for him, and
I'm yelling for him. He goes dad, and I turned around one hundred
degrees and he's on top of this thirty thirty five foot rock wall, peeking
down, looking down at me, and I go, get your ass down
here. What are you doing? Get down here? He goes, but
down, I go, just get down here, simmers his way down.
I'm like, what are you doing up there? Do you know how bad
he scared us? He goes, Dad, let me explain. He goes.
When I got up here, I look down on the edge. I
looked back behind me and there was a man peeking over the top. I
go, what are you talking about? A man? But what man?
We're the only rid down below. Now. Instantly I thought there could have
been a homeless dude living up here. That doesn't happen in this area.
This is pretty remote for a homeless person to be living or hiding out.
Possibly. I didn't believe my son, No, dude, you're tripping.
Maybe you saw a crow or a raven or something that in the corner of
your eye flew off And he goes, no, Dad, this is the
guy. I didn't believe him. I'm just like, no, but I'm
not going to argue with him and cause any drama stress and whatever. I
says, Okay, dude, can you describe it? He says it was
just a man. We left it at that. So we sat on this
lookout and enjoyed the view of Mother Earth in this spot. Just the sun's
getting ready to drew down over the mountain range across the mess, that golden
hour of beauty. I told everybody, all right, we got exactly one
hour to be back of the truck. I don't want to be walking this
trail at night with all of you. One of us might get hurt,
twist and ankle, so let's keep going. So the roles were reversed this
time. Our dog, he was a German Shepherd lab mix, about one
hundred and twenty pounds, the coolest, just a mountain dogs, had to
be in the lead, and he would never get far enough ahead or out
of our sight. If he did, he would stop or come back.
He was not one of these dogs that would take off and you have to
go find him an hour later. He always wanted to be in visual range
of us. I guess it was like his protective way of making sure,
Hey, you guys are behind. Okay, I can go up a little
head, or go up a little further. So my dog's in lead.
Then it's my wife and my son, my daughter and I'm pulling up the
rear. Now the whole trek up. We are counting buckleberries just gorgeing on
him, and it would come out one time a year, and you better
get him. Our fingers were purple, lips are purple, tongue purple.
We had our fill. This beginning stretch to head back is straight. It's
flat, easy walking. You could walk it with the cane or a walker
basically. Then it makes an immediate right hand ninety degree turn downhill. So
we're leaving, we're making a ninety degree right hand turn, and then there's
another left hand ninety degree turn that drops down into this cool cedar grove where
we rest. My wife says, we're gonna go up, sit down at
the cedar grove and get something to drink. I said, no, prom
I'm not thirsty. We'll be catching up. So my dog, my wife,
and my son go by. Then my daughter is in front of me
and we're slowly working along this trail. The best way I can describe this,
and I don't know how many of you out there listening or watching have
ever in military and combat. You can sense an oh shit moment. Not
all the time, but you can just start to sense something's about to pop
off. Or if you're in the woods and you feel eyes on you,
you felt that predatory feeling where it makes you pause and your senses are just
tight. I felt that feeling intense, and I stopped on this trail and
I stood looking at my daughter. I turned to my left. Thirty feet
from my left was I'm gonna do my best to explain this, and I'm
gonna go into great detail. Also was this juvenile young sasquatch. It was
sitting either cross legged on its knees or on its rear end. To this
day, I do not know which is correct, because the huckleberry bushes were
preventing any better look at his lower extremities, so it's like a barrier.
The brush was so thick, so I could see from his navel to the
top of his head. I can't tell you how smart this little sucker was.
Where he posted up was a perfect ambush spot. So what he had
done, what I believe was what my son had saw, was this one
or one of many in this area, This juvenile sasquatch. He had his
back breast hard up against a blue spruce tree. Ian he was thrust back
and the boughs of the spruce tree just a few inches above his head,
and he was in complete shadow from the bowels of the tree and the huckleberry
bushes from his waist down to his left, which again would have been my
left. The sun was still just enough to illuminate. This was not darkness.
This was free dusk. You could see everything clear, but where he
was at he was just a little bit darker. You could picture every part
of this cute little dude's facial features, his hair. I'll get to that,
So I go. Haley got her attention. She turned around, and
she was kissy with me. She goes, Dad, I don't want to
eat any more hulkerberries. But she thought I was pointing to was a new
bush of buckleberries. And I go, look right there, look over my
left shoulder, so this direction. Look. She takes a couple of steps
to me. She looks back. She's twelve. She goes, holy fucking
shit, Dad, let just ask watch. I go shit, I know,
don't. So we together backed up towards it two to three more feet.
So now we're just past twenty five feet, but we're not at the
thirty feet mark. This cute little dude. He was so happy where he
was at. All he was doing within his reach was kicking the huckleberry one
at a time. First, suck it in her pursu's lips, look at
my daughter. This continued and continued for over five minutes of this three way
visual. I couldn't believe what was going on. We had all the time
in the world to sit here and watch this young guy watching us. It
was not a stare down. We were in awe. This little guy was
having the time of his life. The best wagon described this is he was
happy. The vibe he gave off was nothing but pure bliss. He would
look at my daughter. We never saw his teeth, but he would smart
and he looked back at him ate smirk. Now, this little guy,
and I keep saying it, this little guy was not little by any means,
but he looked as if he was in middle school or early junior high.
He did not have any wrinkles on his face, There was no facial
hair. He was jacked, His traps were jacked. His chest muscles were
just huge. His arms, his biceps, his triceps, his forearms were
completely formed as if he had just come out to gym just pumped. Masculiness
can be, but soft, that soft, pre pubescent vibe. The hair
was all one length except for on his head. People asked me when it
reached out and grabbed buckalberries didn't have long hair on starms. No, all
the hair was uniformed, but you could see through the hair enough to see
the skin definition. Also, so there was not a thick coat. Maybe
they shed during the summer, let's keep cool. I don't know. But
the color of his hair on the body was the exact same color as the
hair on a cow or bull elk. This light chocolate brown from the neck
the ears to the neck on an elk. Further down they get really darker
brown fluffy hair. But just from the ears to the midneck, that's the
color of the hair on his body. Now again, I'm just relaying the
details that I was taking snapshots in my brain. His hair came to his
chin, got a perfect park up top and just wavy, not straight,
not matted or dreadlocked up. The best way I've described this multiple ways and
multiple times is as if he was being groomed by like his mother, or
if this one just took pride in its appearance but I compare what we saw
to the standard Jack Links commercial sasquatch, your standard scruffy that scolly unkept.
No, this guy looked like he just came out with the SPA, just
had a petticure in no matic here and had his hair done. I could
not imagine it being any cleaner than what he was now when he would pick
a huckleberry. His fingernails were identical to our fingernails, our cuticles. Some
people said that they have seen claws. No, these were exactly like human
cuticles, fingernails either ground down with rock or bitten off. But they were
all uniform, and they were pitched black, jet black in color. So
there was a contrast between the fingernails and his skin, which was like a
chocolate brown, not a dark chocolate, just a chocolate brown. Definition of
his hands were not overly large. I expected them to be these giant mets.
No, they were proportioned to his body size. But the dexterity that
he had to look at me or my daughter with this peripheral vision kick a
huckleberry without having to look his eyes. His pupils were of course jet black.
His irises were I want to say, like a dark hazel. Rest
of it was white like ours, normal, but just full of love.
And that's the best way I can describe this little guy. He was so
happy where he was at. Now we're sitting here having again this three way
stare down, this looks you back and forth. I'm continuing to visually take
snapshots again. His nose was not overly exaggerated. It was plump, but
not smashed dan and just had a uniform look of a youthful child. Eyebrows
were pretty thick and bushy. Remember that. But the most important thing that
I'd like to pass on is when my dog, my wife, and my
son walked by that same distance, my dog did not alert, nor did
my wife or my son. We didn't smell a smell people report as odd
smells. No, this gave off no odor. Maybe it had bathed earlier
in the day. Why did my dog not Since this being I don't know
to this day, that bugs me because he's always on alert for everything.
Now we've been here for going on seven eight minutes. I know that my
wife's gonna get impatient. Sure enough, I could hear them starting to slowly
work their way back up to us, and I know when they round this
second left hand corner, they're going to be in a straight line to us.
Now, I'm worried that if my dog sees what he missed, he's
got to go up and do what he does. But as soon as my
wife round to the corner, I told her to stop, grabbed the collar,
pulled him back. She didn't know why, but she grabbed the dog
and held them. I motioned, we're coming. I told my daughter,
I go move, go real slow. Off to my right. I also
sensed something off it. I wasn't paying any attention to it. I was
paying attention to this guy to my left. As soon as my daughter took
a couple steps, I took my two three steps. At the last moment,
I turned my neck slowly and I caught a glimpse of him. He
had stood up. As we started to walk off, he had stood up.
The last glimpse that I saw was one final stride into the dark timber
to our left, where he would have gone into the cedar grove. As
he was taking his stride, That's where identified him as a male. He
had penis, he had a scrotum. The standard jump we got disappeared into
the timber, there's no way I could put a weight on this. No
way as impossible. We don't know the boat density. We don't know the
density of the muscles. How what stay would weigh. I put him at
just under six feet tall, So between the height the youthful look, that's
where I get the juvenile description from. I actually wanted to walk up to
him and sit down next to him or hug him. That's the vibe I
got. And stay tuned for more sasquatch out to seem. Right back after
these messages, I did have a firearminm me covered with my t shirt.
There's no way I would have used it ever, unless for protection from family.
I do want to add one note to this. I said this earlier.
There was no reason to bring cameras or cell phone. I believe that
if I had, or one of us had, this would not have occurred.
That's just my belief. So for leaving our cell phones, cameras,
etc. In the truck, we were rewarded. That's the best way I
can put this. So we get together in the group and we're working our
way down real slow, and we're talking. We're trash talking. You didn't
get to see it, how hot we did, They're real. Half way
down, the coyotes started roll calling. They just were going off in the
distance, not close enough for what my daughter and I had seen, but
in not distance that it took off. The best way I can put this
was a scream back to the coyotes that I never heard before. It wasn't
a howl, but it was this odd scream, and those coyotes shut up
instantly, like a light switch done. I thought that was really spooky because
I've been out in the woods and the coyotes will go on wrong so they're
done real calling. I've never heard an animal shut them up like that.
Down to the rig, all that's on my mind. I got to come
back the next day. I did not have a plan or a real intention.
I knew I wasn't going to go back up and have an encounter again.
I knew that was not going to happen, but I wanted to go
back up to the Zak spot and make sure I wasn't crazy, make sure
everything lined up right. I knew it wasn't crazy because my daughter was with
me. So we get home that night and I says, I want to
go back. Everybody wants to go back. So we're going. We're stuffing
the camper. We're going to go up for a week. We have everything
ready to go. One of my kids asked if one of their best friends
could go, and I said, more the merrier, let's go. That's
what it's for. Get out and go camping. Now, this is not
any paid asphalt campground where there's a shitgar five feet away from you and another
person camped next to you. No, you're way up in the bush.
You got to take everything. Next morning we finish loading up gear. My
wife and the kids run the store, get all the goodies they want.
I'm making sure I have all the stuff we need to. We stay a
week here, we go, let's just go camping. I want to go
back up. So the first thing we did and we got there was red
noon. It's hot. We got the camper in the shaded trees. Back
then, everybody's doing their thing. I'm pulling up a log, cutting up
in around, splitting for firewood. I'm waiting for around the same time to
go up there. But it's a little cooler, so we're just doing our
normal activities slowly, and time comes. I'm like, all right, guys,
I'm gonna grab my pack and I'm gonna boog you up to the look
out. Oh, they all want to go, They want to go.
Honestly, I'm like, I just want to go, No problem, all
right, more than merry here in my pack. For the years have been
in the medical field. There are mandatory things that I must carry, Lots
of ancillary things that you might need, but just stole abandon case. One
of my kits, one of my mad kits, is a surgical kit,
one hundred percent of sterile. All the tools, the instruments, everything in
this kit is professional. This is at no hoky doki by a Walmart crap.
The rest of it is out of gear. More of the story of
the high Cup was I just wanted to go back to that spot. Brought
a camera just in case. We get to the spot. Drop my backpack.
I start cutting my way through the hookleberry brush. It's a pretty good
size one. And just as I'm getting past the last few brashes that are
giving me trouble spreading the brashes apart, I looked down on the ground right
where it had been posted up with this backup against this tree was the perfect
fecal sample. It had shipped, it had defecated right there, either as
it was leaving or if it was sitting on its knees and dropped one or
Frier time frame, it was within twenty four hours, because we came back
the next day. I opened up my med kit, and I have two
stereo vials, multiple pairs of surgical gloves. So the first thing I did,
and this all comes into play here down the road, I took a
little piece of wood stick and I started to probe the fecal sample. The
outer casing had just hardened up enough where it hadn't turned hard. I can
apply pressure and then poke through it into the material. So now I know
that this sample is extremely fresh. It wasn't days or weeks old. I
started going down my checklist. Did anybody come up here while we weren't home
or packing in the morning. No, Because on one spot of the trail
it's a sandy spit. There was no bootprints other than our own coming down.
So as I'm coming up, I made sure that nobody had come up.
So I know for a fact that no person had come up. If
they had, why would they have taken a dump in this one spot?
It's one in a million, So I'm checking off these boxes. This has
to have been from this little guy. Now I'm going to deviate here just
for a second. Most out skilled out doorsmen, they can identify the fecal
matter of just about all the creatures in the woods, from the ungulates,
the cats, the wolves, the bears, birds. We know what their
droppings look like. Take a look instantly, human feces. Again, I'm
going back to my medical hard drive here. When it works its way through
our smaller testing upper and then through our lower testine, it creates a segmented
look. A normal bowel movement, very identifiable unless you have like loose stool,
frostate issues or other issues. Majority of the human stool has a very
particular segmented look because pieces come down and they build up like lego blocks.
So I knew, okay, all of this is adding up, the time,
the visual, the softness. I take and slice one end off and
I put in a stereovial. I slice another end off and put it in
a stereo vial, and then I take the remainder and I put it in
a sandwich ziplock bag. Again, this is all stereole technique. This is
all done with stero instruments, except for the ziplock bag that was just grabbed
out the camper. Get back to count I put everything in a separate little
ice chest that could hold a six pack of beer. I drank the beer
that night, so it was just ice. So I put all the samples
in there, and I told everybody, don't touch this, leave it alone.
Fail knew, but just frame near micro But before we left, I
was taking measurements of the height from the base of the tree to the top
of the boughs, the diameter around the tree, the distance from the base
of the tree to the hook. I was writing down notes up to notes
and wow, did that spin my brain like a blender. The day before
completely changed my life. Now I'm a believer. That's what started my passion
for investigating, not harassing, not the hunting, getting out in the bush
and finding physical evidence that can start to stack up over time. So you
asked me, what got me into this? Having this encounter with this little
guy just WHOA just spun me. So we come back to camp, put
everything away, we're talking, just having a good time. Now that's the
second day starts to get dark, just dark enough where you could still see
into the trees a little bit. It's time to start the campfire, that
old, lovely campfire where you're sitting stare with the coals for hours and let
your brain wander. I had cut enough wood that we could sit there for
days. We start setting up our cat chairs around the fire ring rock ring
e stept for myself. I'm a stander. I like to stand all the
time. So everybody's sitting in their camp chair, roast marshmallows and hot dogs
and s'mores and doing the old cap stuff, the normal. Our dog he
had his own camp chair. He took it, he commandeered it. He
just said, this is mine. So we just finally gave it in to
him and said, okay, Bud, whenever you're ready. After he's done
walking around, snipping and tired. I don't know how he does it,
but he gets his big butt up in his chair and he rolls himself up
into this ball where he has this perfect vision looking into the campfire like we're
doing. Wherever he goes, he was happy. They continue to eat the
s'mores and the hot dogs and all that, and it's getting dark. I
want to say it was about eleven pm. It has not been night yet
the full moon. Every star was out, so there was pretty good illumination
from the moon in the starlight onto the ground. You take two steps into
the timber, you're a pitch flack. It's just that stick of canopy.
This is important to try to describe here. Where we were camped was on
a flat plateau. On three sides of us was a steep canyon and another
steep canyon, and then in front of us was the trailhead that dropped down.
The first two hundred and fifty three hundred yards was down, and then
you had to cross this creek called dead Man Creek, and then you started
working your way up. But we're on a flat plateau, and on three
sides of us, it drops down. On the north side of us is
the road that comes in, and it's open field. So I'm trying to
give everybody the best visual description i can. So our camper is on the
east side of this field, right at the edge of this canyon. And
I call it a canyon. She call it a draw. Maybe five six
hundred yards down in front of us, not as much a couple hundred yards
down, and off to our right there's a field that's one hundred yards,
one hundred and twenty five yards and then the third canyon. All of a
sudden, my dog lifts his head up out of his camp chair and he
looks to the trailhead with that something right, he bolts out of his camp
chair. He doesn't run, but he's at a fast pace, and he
gets to the trail head where you start to walk down, but a few
feet to the left, he is staring so intensely down into the dark.
He was jacked up. Something down there had him on hio worked. It
was not looking back at us one hundred percent laser focus straight ahead, but
down and I'm like, what is going on now in my mind? And
I've been asked these questions before, but I'm gonna do my best to just
stay on track here. The only thing in my mind that I could think
of was there was a cougar putting a stock on us. Now in this
area, the wolves are thick, they're all over the place, but they
have plenty of food, free range cattle, elk, moose, the deer.
They're not going to come in and mess with us. Took that one
off the check. Whist grizzly bear, nah, ain't gonna happen. No
reason for grizz to come in when there's all the buckleberries out to gorg Jeohn,
black Bear, quite a few, but they're more scared of us than
we are now gone cooger, No they could think of. No, my
dog's been around every one of those animals. He knows them. He's so
goofy sometimes with these some of the things he does, just kind of play
with these animals in the wild. But I could not figure out what he
was alerting to and being so protective of freaking me out and freaking my wife
out and the kids because they had never seen our dog act this way.
The size he is, the way he looks, you'd think he'd be a
mean one. But no, just the best dog I've ever had. So
I walk up to the darkness where he's out, and I'm looking down there
and I don't see anything, and of course I can't right here, and
I grabbed his chain collar and I just gently tried to pull him back.
He ain't have none of that. He's putting his weight into me. He's
no. Now I'm pulling a little harder. Come on, dude, let
it go. He's no he's not reliquishing his stamps. Now I'm starting to
wonder what's down there, and I had it. I grabbed him by his
collar and I pulled him just enough where he didn't looked up at me,
broke his attention span. I don't even think he was feeling me pulling on
him, other than him pulling forward. But once I got him to look
up at me and I go get back, he hoped, and he moved
his way back to the fire pit, but he kept looking over his shoulder.
This time, he didn't get up in his chair. He weighed near
the fire, but he had his body positioned where he had his head looking
straight where he was focused on. So I don't know what's going on.
My wife goes, it's probably cougar. I go if it is, it
might be just checking us out. It'll move on. If it does,
I'll take care of what needs to be taken care of by any means.
Nobody's going to get hurt. A few minutes go by, pretty quiet.
My dog is still staring into the darkness. His ears are up. He
is on high alert. It was like a light switch again, how I
put it, Just instantaneously, all hell broke loose where he was looking.
Anything on that force floor that could be stepped on, smashed, broken,
beat on a tree just went off. Then off to our right once started
just going berserk, and then to our left, and this commotion is left
and forward, left, forward. I mean, they are just I still
don't know what it was at this point in time. My dog he kept
running up to the edge, and I kept crowding and pulling him back because
you can't see down in there. Honestly, I'm starting to get a little
ticked off because I first thought maybe he was some little shitty kids from wherever
had driven up and then walked up saws while we were up walking and decided
to mess with us at night. No, there's no way the power,
the sounds that were being made were from any normal sized person. This gone
on constantly for hours and hours. It got so overwhelming that my daughter and
her friend went in the camper to feel safe. A few minutes later,
my wife went in. Also. It was not disruptive, boom, smash,
crash, move, just on all three sides. I finally told my
son, oh, I have a GIN one night vision monocular in my backpack.
Go grab it. Let's see if we can just get a little illumination
from where one of them is doing this. He went and got it,
brought it to me. I powered it up. It also had an infrared
illuminator that could reach out another hundred dards, so it had two types of
illumination. So here this crash and boom smashing in front of us. I
run up there and I look. I'm looking nothing. Couldn't see anything,
no movement, not to the right, this one hundred yard field. I'm
just booking over there. Nothing in front of us. Again, I get
back over and I look nothing. Finally, I just said to my son,
dude, you stay right here and you watch down here as long as
you want to. You get tired and I'll take over. That was in
front of us, but on both sides they kept up, so the one
in front of us knew is being washed. It stopped. I don't know
if it was on the ground. I don't know if it jumped up into
the canopy. I don't know how it could have hit itself. And as
soon as my son turned it off and walked and brought it back to me,
it started up again. This continued and continued. Now what I believe
was we walked into a group. We were in their food source. We
were in their area where they wanted to take claim or had taken claim or
gorging on this huckburry patch. That's prime food source, that's calories perfect.
And we stumbled into their area and I think they were telling us to get
get out, get going. I wasn't leaving. I'm standing on my ground.
I'm sorry. Or maybe they were mad at us or mad at that
little one for getting too close, and maybe they were mad at us for
being too close to one of their siblings or the children. So, as
I was stating earlier, before we started walking away, I felt eyes to
my right from where this little one was sitting, and I kind of that
spidey sense that there could have been another sibling or juvenile or babysitter watching us
watch one of their little ones. These are just theories. But they did
not want us there. They were unhappy. Finally I said aloud, just
knock it off. Didn't help. Then there was a roll, a real
quiet spot in this commotion, like finally they got tired. Finally they got
the hint maybe they're done for the night. And my son, who was
fifteen, was staring in the coals, just dreaming wherever our brain goes.
I'm standing, I'm looking left, you know, just being on alert.
Looked at the fire, stoking it up as needed. Our dog is still
laying in one spot, staring the same direction. This part here I cannot
explain. My son is sitting in the camp chair, zoned out. He
slowly stands up, turns to his right, gets around the camp chair,
and he walks off into the darkness, into this field. Now, I'm
a time guy. I'm always watching my watch. It's just habit. So
I think he's got to go take a leak. He's sitting there pound the
mountain. Do he's got to go to the bathroom. Maybe he's just stretching
his legs. But another minute goes by. Now I'm starting to get a
little antsy. I said, I'll give him fifteen more seconds. Just as
that thought crossed into my head, he screamed for me as loud as he
could scream, Dad, not a scream of kirked, but a scream to
get my attention. He yelled so loud. I ran as fast as I
could to the direction where I thought he was yelling at me. They say
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