And I want one. You're putting. I got a string going on here.
Something Just give 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 is my
dog coming over the fence and he was dead. And once he hit the
ground. I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog coming
over the fence. What are you putting? We got someone or something crawling
around out here? Did you see what it was? It was? It
was staying enough. I'm out here looking through the window now and I don't
see anything. I don't want to go outside. Jesus Christ, you're better.
Hello, get the buddy out here. What's going on out there?
Let's got off a bit of about second nine. I don't know easy am
out there? Yeah, I'm right, oh. Readings from Alaska's Fred Roll,
career and tribal council member from Dillingham, Alaska. I was talking to
a relative of mine last night on the phone. We're talking about the harry
Man. Because I've been reaching out to as many people as I can just
to get the personations perspective on their experiences because, like I said, what
I dealt with over my lifetime is not unique. It really isn't. And
I'm sure for a lot of people they're just like, gosh, this guy.
There's a whole lot going on. The reality of it is, I
have no need to embellish or make up anything. This stuff is going on,
especially up on the New yea Kuk River. Just talking to nikolay unbetounced
to me I brought up to harry Man Tom. I've known him since we
were knee high I'm forty six, since we were little kids. And on
top of that, he's a real So when he called to tell me he
was coming into town and wanted to meet up for lunch or whatever, just
out of the blue, I was like, hey, you got any good
Harryman stories? And the first two he had to share was on the New
Year cook and they weren't good shots fired type thing. The whole thing I'm
getting at is a lot of us First Nation. We're deep in the woods.
We're hunter gatherers, we're out berry picking, we're out subsistence hunting,
we're out trapping, we're out doing all sorts of things. Always in remote
alasket. That's where we live. We live remote. It's not like we're
sasquatch whisperers or anything like that. It's they are there. It's not like
we have to seek them out. Going to film this documentary is going to
be different for me because we typically don't. We don't seek him out.
It was never even a thought until just recent history, past couple of years,
been thinking about getting out and doing that. What I wanted to share
today was a couple different examples of how things transpire usually, and it happens
like that. You're just out doing something. We don't leave the house every
time we leave. We're not worried about the Harryman. It's just one of
those things. We don't worry about bear or moose or anything. But you
always stay prepared one way or another. But it's not, oh gosh,
we can't go very picking because of a harry Man. We find out when
we get there. If it doesn't want us to ruin, then guess what
you just skid at all wants to start shaking a tree or screaming. Area
where this happened, it wasn't up on the New York cook It was just
a random thing. There was a hunter, a guide, I was a
backup gunner for him, and I won't name him, but we flew down
the non of Varchik, which is just outside of Togak between Dillingham and actually
it's between Cape Constantine and Togya. We could see around islands just off the
coast where all the walrus are. So I'm a backup gunner for this bear
hunt. Right, we're going out in the super cubs. I want the
first trip with the pilot guns, a bunch of gear. The hunter was
coming on the next flight, and then the guide that I'm working for would
come on the last flight with some more provisions, and we're going to be
there for seven days give or take. Our Nunavarctic Beach it's desolate, it's
wind swept and all that, but this valley cuts back and it hooks back
off to the right and you can't see the whole valley from where you're sitting
on the beach and where we're at in Nunavartic Beach, it's a half moon
cove. You got pinnacle Rock out on your right and always have sea lions
out there. The first morning I woke up, I woke up to sea
lion grunts that I thought were the fricking bear right outside our camp, so
very wild, pristine area. It was a spring hunt, so everything was
brown, everything was still dead, not then grown up through yet. So
it's basically about this time of year. It was the end of April.
I know that I forget when the bear hunt end of that year, the
spring hunt. So anyway, getting them fresh out of the den before they
have whoever's been hunting, they know what I'm talking about. So we get
all our logistics done. Everyone's there, me, the guide and the hunter,
and I'm a backup gunner and I, you know, keep camp gone,
whatever, cook whatever. It was lucrative, so I didn't mind cooking,
not don't let pride getting away money. So we're sitting there and we're
discussing the hype back because we're talking, gosh, a good five six miles,
which isn't bad, but it's up and down. It's backed up on
these draws and then back up the mountain a little ways and back down these
draws. It is brutal. So that six miles straight stretch as the crow
flies, turns into a dozen when you got all the back at force right
first day, it was like our second day in because the first day it
was just rainy and windy. The morning we woke up after the day we
got there, I was woken up to the sea lion grunts and all that
stuff. So I went down to the beach initially, and we're socked in
with the weather, so I knew it wasn't going to be a good hiking
day. So we sat around camp and we were discussing the game plan.
Basically, yeah, we'll go up this draw, we'll check here, and
the guide had spots on dens and stuff like that. So I'm just playing
the background. The hunter. He was from Colorado, and this guy just
out of the blue. I'm just sitting there talking. The guy was actually
a white guy, but he lived locally in the Bristol Bay area. The
guy asked him, he goes, hey, your native, aren't you.
Yeah. The guy was like, no, I'm married to a Native woman.
What's this about. He goes, I've been wanting to talk to a
Native person about Bigfoot. So that spucked my attention. I was like,
what do you got. You show me yours, I'll show you mine kind
of thing. Tell me what you're working with. He comvinces, tell me
a story about the last time he went on a bear hunt in Alaska four
years prior, and this guy he was up in the Brooks Range area.
He was inland grizzly. He had drawn a tag or something like that.
When I asked this guy, hey, like, seriously, I take it
serious because I've dealt with this kind of stuff in the past. What makes
you think it was a Harryman? He said, it flipped his tin with
him in it, and when he scrambled out, he saw it, grabbed
the other tent in the group and was going to fling it when he yelled
and it half flung it, waking up everyone else that was in that tent.
He had some previous experience with the Harryman, but this was up in
the Brooks Range, which was drastically different terrain than where we were at the
time. At the time, we're a coastal down by Togiak. He tells
me about it, and I give him a few examples of what we dealt
with in the area, buried Patt, screaming, just basic stuff. It's
not our cultures share everything. At least I wasn't going to at that time.
He started talking about the last time he had come to that area where
we were taking him eight years prior something like that. He said he was
screamed at back in one of those draws where we were getting ready to go
the next day. So we're like, hey, we'll be ready for it.
We're not going to not hunt for a potential Maybe there might be a
hairryman beer. He convinceists telling me that if he sees one, he wants
to shoot it. He wants to bag it and bring it in, and
I laughed. I was like, yeah, okay, if that's what you
want to do, we'll pop it and then we'll see if we can get
it out of here without the Feds taking it. That's what you want to
do. He thought about it for a minute. He goes, what if
it attacks us? I said, then we're all shooting the damn thing.
But we're here to hunt bear. You know, let's not worried, because
if we're worried about the hairy man, we're not going to be looking for
bears down task because at that time, I had never been attacked by one
of these things. They've just screamed, shook the trees, throw rocks,
this type of stuff. They screamed at a close distance, but not to
where I felt life threatened. It was shocking, but shocked to the system,
but I didn't feel like my life was threatened at all until certain things
happening. We get a game plan. The guy tells us we're not going
to go across the right side of the valley. We're going to hook around
towards the left side of the valley where we got across a bunch of marsh,
to get over to the opposite side of the valley and then start petting
up, because his game plan was to spot across the valley from the left
hand side of it and check all the draws as we go, because on
the right hand side there was a bunch of draws that cut up and from
experience, we knew that the bears usually would work those draws for any carrying
any dead mountain sheep that may have fallen down in the crevasses or whatever,
which is a good game plan. Now, when I say it sucked ass
to hike back there, it sucked ass. I had on hip waiters and
we were sinking into marsh and the muskeg. It wasn't very well thought out,
but we made it across. We found a path a game trail,
ended up losing a guide stick it. It pushed through and I tripped forward
and it went through the tun anyway. So we get across and we're hiking
around and we get up on this little knoll, this little plateau, and
we're glassing and I noticed out of the corner of my eye, way off
in the distance, something moving fast and it just hit the valley floor,
coming off of a little bit of a hill, and it's moving from our
left and it's just a black dot. We don't have spot and scopeside or
none of that shit at the time, and so I pointed out, hey,
there's something look over there running and they're looking just immediately down. I
said, no, over there. I got them to train a site on
where I was pointing, and there's just a black dot right it, and
that's all we could make out. They were scrambling to get the spots.
Keep an eye on it. We're going to get sco bellt we'll see what
kind of bid looks like a black bear. Because it was a black dot
at this point, this thing is just scurry gone. It hit the alder
brush and all that kind of stuff and just disappeared. We knew the general
area was at We're up on the knoll looking down into a valley, so
we had the high ground. We got a good line of sight on the
whole area because where we finally made it to we saw where it rounded around
to the right and where it tapered off into a bowl back in the back
side of the valley, and it's a great spot for spotting whatever. Right,
So they're getting up spotting stropes and they're asking what clump of brush,
what alders and what those was it in? And so I pointed it out.
It was over there, and they're scoping. I noticed a black dot
almost straight out in front of us, same black dot. I was like,
oh, there it is. Now grat you, this is a valley.
This thing went within two minutes and these guys are scrambling and get spot
scoped out. I mean they were moving. This thing had gone from one
side all the way to the other side, which had to have been three
miles or roughly give or take three miles in two minutes moving and the direction
it was going was back towards where we were camped on Univarcic Beach. So
I pointed out, hey, it's moving fast, and they're spotting on and
they're like, that's not a bear. And the guy from Colorado starts hitting
me hey, and I was like, hey, but can hit me dude?
You know he's packing. He's like, that's a harry man, that's
area. That's a hairy man you're talking about. I said, are you
sure it's not a bear? Because sometimes a younger bear will get star from
a big board, the boar chases it off and it'll run for miles just
to get the hell away from the big bear. I didn't have a spotting
scope. I was just using my naked eye and it's basically a black dot
morbid. So it really didn't mean nothing to me. I assumed him as
a bear. This guy, he gets a little butt hurt that I'm not
just jumping right in on the hairy mat. Not that I didn't believe him,
it's just, you know, we're there for bear. My mind wasn't
on it like that. So he sits there and he starts telling me we
need to leave, we need to leave, and we're like, dude,
this guy paid a lot of money to be there, and now he's talking
about we gotta leave. And I asked what do you mean leave? He
goes. I was like, get back to camp, dude, you realize
how much work we did just to get here. And he got upset.
He was like, I can't be here. I can't be here. I'm
not going to have my tent flipped. I'm not going to have my tent
flip. We're like, dude, no one's flipping your tent. It's a
black dot. Calm down, We're okay, we're safe. We all three
had a very high power rifle. I had a three thirty eight, The
Guide had a forty five seventy bush gun, and the hunter had some outrageous
I think it was a three hundred ultramag. Firepower was at plenty. I
wasn't worried about whatever it may have been. This guy was adamant. He
would not drop it. He stopped being quiet. He was almost dancing around
like he had already put his spot and scope away, cand all this stuff
packed back up, and he was like, I can't be here. I
can't be here. I'm not going to be flipped. So what had happened
to him four years before in the Brooks Range? It traumatized this guy.
He wanted no parts of even a potential running with the Harryman. It got
to a certain point where the guide was like, hey man, I'm not
going to lose money because you're scared of something that hasn't happened. The guy
said, f the money, I need to go. Let's get back to
can't use the radio, get me out of here. You guys can stay
all you want. I gotta go, and the guy just like, we'll
have to put that in writing. I'm not gonna get sued because you chose
to get scared and leave, and then I have to be out all this
money for logistics and all that, which I understood. So as we're making
our way back to camp, they didn't even properly spot this thing. Come
to find out, the guy when he got the scope near on it and
saw a black movie, he just kind of messed him up. The guide
wanted to get back to camp because it was I'm telling you, it was
a brutal swamp. Everything is mushy, you're falling through it. It was
this horrible We get back to camp and I'm talking to the guy down at
the beach. We're down there smoking a cigarette because the guy was like,
can you smoke away from me, I'm a nile smoker. Hey, it's
your money. So we're down on the beach talking and we're not making fun
of the guy. Okay, don't misunderstand me. We're trying to understand why
is he so freaked out because we lost sight of the black dot. We
don't know where it went. Our camp was a two by two constructed with
clear visc queen over it, so we could see if bears come around,
there's basically just a little dry in the little platform. It may even still
be sitting there on Univarctic Beach, just past the high tide mark and above
the bluff. We're there and we can see very clearly at three hundred and
sixty degrees around us the visc queen. We could even see Pinnacle Rock,
and not in great detail, but we can make stuff out right. So
we smoke our cigares, we discussed. He was like, I'm gonna get
on the radio and see about getting them a flight. And by this time,
by time we got back to camp, it wasn't no, I'm going
to fucking fly in from Dillingham at that time of day. He I don't,
no, no, tomorrow morning whatever. So he got it arranged.
He was off on the radio and I'm talking to the guy, the Hunter.
I'm right, hey, bro, there's a lot of money to just
kick aside. Nothing's happened. We saw a black dout running. I understand
your concerns. I'm not trying to take away from that, but why not
give it a few days. Let's wait till something actually happens. And so
he was like, yeah, I understand what you're saying, but you weren't
flipped in a tent. I was like, okay, fair enough, it
goes. Do you not believe me? I said no, I do believe
you one hundred percent. Dude. You're lucky you got off like that.
You're lucky that wasn't just a sack watch you didn't throw over his shoulder and
take off with you. I'm not mocking yet. I believe you. I'm
just trying to get you to calm down and not throw away just a lot
of money. Just look it up on the internet guided brown Bearry Hunt.
He's calmed down a little bit, and I'm trying to reason with the guy,
even though he was so adamant that I was getting scared. I was
like Jesus at this point, it was all shake a tree one here,
maybe there was one back behind you at the same time type stuff. There
was never that close contact that kind of what ended up happening in oh six.
But after talking to him a little bit, he calmed down, and
when the guy came back in and said, hey, we'll have a flight
here. I have a small window in the morning to cancel this flight because
if I don't, I don't castle the flight by eleven am. He's going
to be here by two o'clock and no refunds. And the guy looked at
him. He goes, why ain't he here tonight? He was a guy
where he's not going to fly out this time of night because that's IFR And
he's a VFI pilot instrument versus visual, just a difference in bush pilots.
Whatever they're rating. The guy accepts it and he goes, who's taking first
watch? I laughed. I was like, we all have guns, we're
all on watch. We got a clear vis queen tail here. We can't
see perfectly, but we could see movement. If something's moving around us,
we'll be all right. We're in the middle of a plot of grass that
goes one hundred yards every direction except in front of us, where it's the
beachline, where we have a small little drop, it's probably about a four
foot drop where the grass hangs over where it's eroded along the beach, and
then you got the gravel and the sand and all that it wraps around.
And of course freaking loud seed Linn is out in the water. So I
reassure him, hey, I'll take first watch. You know, I'll step
up as long as I can. Then I'll wake you up directly so you
can have your own eyes on stuff. And I promise you I will watch
out. I'll even go and start a bonfire and keep it going as best
I can with the limited wood we had. I scored and found some good
driftwood about a quarter mile down the beach. So I get this good bonfire
going and the guy starts drinking whiskey. I didn't know he had already started
drinking whiskey when we first got back to camp. At first, I was
like, why didn't you share? But anyway, unbeknounce me. He's getting
liquored up in the tent while I'm doing all this bonfire shit. The guide
comes out and he goes, hey, Fred kmere and then I go over
and he goes, dude, do you got any marijuana? And I was
like no. You know, he goes the guy wants some pot. He's
still freaking out, and I was like, I don't know what to tell
you. It doesn't grow here. And so he goes, okay, yeah,
I just thought I would ask her. I was like okay. So
he goes back, and I'm getting this going. And the fire ring that
I made was just up from the bluff blocked by this little bit of a
burn, like four foot little bank or whatever, to where it doesn't just
blow embers back into the dry grass kind of thing. It was a little
bit of a depression where I got it going. And so I'm basically sitting
on a log with my back towards the tent and looking out at Nunavarcic Bay,
just admiring the natural beauty. And he got off the sheer clips going
up the side. Then you got pinnacle Rock, and then you got round
island almost straight out from you, where you can hear the wall wrists making
their bellows in the distance. It's just a beautiful scene. And I'm just
sitting there admiring there. Way back in the valley. I hear this long,
droning moan type scream that ends in a very high are kind of pitch,
and I was like, shit, I know exactly what that was.
Before I could even tand up from that log, the Hunter was down on
the beach ran past me as I'm standing up to turn. He's already leaping
off the onto the beach on the open. He's got a gun. He's
freaking out. I'm like, dude, stay tuned for more sasquatch out to
see. We'll be right back after these messages. Put the gun down,
put the gun down, Calm down, and we'll all take points and we'll
make sure we're okay. Nothing came in on us. It was just that
scream and the black dot. That's all that happened on this treadon. But
this guy, and I get it. I'm not mocking the guy. If
you happen to see this dude, his name was Craig. Hey man,
I'm not mocking you. I feel you. But you were out there in
that moment. He was hot muzzling me and the hunter and shit. Plus
he had been drinking. Never some people when they get to a certain level
of drinking you can't reason with them. This guy fortunately wasn't at that point,
so I was able to talk him just calm down, and I started
bullshitting him. I was like, hey, Mary, I've shot these things
in the eye before and they dropped dead. We're good, We'll be okay.
I was blown, smoke up his ass. He calms down and I
said, what we'll do is we'll keep our backs to the beach. I'm
move this log to this side of the fire, and we'll keep an eye
out. So what I mean by that is we kept the fire quasi beside
us because you wanted to keep your night vision. So he agrees and we
sit down han his log. Now, I had him take the round out
of the chamber. I showed him, Hey, you've been drinking. I
haven't. I have around in the chamber. I'll have time to fire and
you can chamber around and back me up if something happens. Right, Yeah,
that's a good idea. And it's getting to this point of drunk like,
hey, I'm not going to be thrown I'm not going to be thrown
in the tent again. And the guide has had it like, is you
know what, man, we understand you're freaked out. Darrow, you're leaving
tomorrow, he goes. Even if you get up in the morning and you
change your mind, dude, you're leaving tomorrow, You're gone. No refunds.
We were here to do this and this is unacceptable, and rightfully the
guy is messing with his money, even though I think he gave him a
half partial return or something, just because he's a good guy. But he
was pissed in the Mongler. I literally sat there, not for everyone once
in to morrow listening to this guy. It wouldn't even share his whiskey.
Asshole. He's sitting there and he's not drowning in sorrows, but he's self
medicating, is what this guy is doing. So what had happened to him
four years prior up in the Brooks Range really affected him hard, like really
hard. So things like that happen to people, and a lot of them
don't share it because at the time I glad to kill them a little bit
myself, even though I've seen them. I know they're out there looking back
on that. I feel bad because me doing that and the hunter doing that,
may it cause him to never share that open lee and get it off
his chest because obviously he was traumatized enough four years later to start hitting the
bottle really hard just at the thought of it. Just something to think about.
There's people that have these things happen, and in certain areas, I
know, places down lower forty eight. Buddy Scott sent me some photos and
then they appeared to be pretty thick down there too. Thankfully, they're not
aggressive like up here. Something that I wanted to say as well is these
things are not unique to me. So if you hear these experiences in these
encounters, be like, man, there's no way wait till you hear others.
I got other people that are going to be sharing their experiences, and
it's eye opening. We have so many encounters of First Nations that we don't
share. We just don't. Every once in a while you hear a couple
of people from Alaska and other channels, but as a majority, you don't
hear it on enough of a basis. And that's another reason for this channel
is to get my fellow Alaskans or First Nations to share. You don't have
to leave your name or any of that crap. You can remain anonymous.
It's not a big deal. Just share the experience. And where it happened,
and the nature of the experience aggressive, curious, just saw it in
the distance running by. Whatever it may be, it doesn't matter. It
doesn't have to be an experienced where it's a holy shit moment. Just seeing
one of these things is a holy shit moment. That's enough, you know
what I mean? Because even though when I was little and I knew I
seen them at a distance, but until they started throwing rocks at the boat
in nineteen eighty three, they weren't real. They were real, but there
was no context to it, so to speak. And I just want to
encourage those who have had any experiences. I got a backlog of people that
have shared. I'm trying to work some of that into the documentary because some
of a good portion of them are First Nations and so I want the documentary
I'm doing is the first part of it are going to be strictly First Nations
from Alaska perspective, and then it's going to expand from there. And it's
nothing against anyone else, it's just there's a huge lack of through and through
First Nations type documentary on the Hairy mat. It's a large unspoken part of
our culture. You can have an encounter with your cousin when you get back
to the village. Just guess what you ain't talking about it. Look at
those guys in Klaganick. It happens all the time. They don't talk about
it. New Studio hawk happens all the time. They don't talk about it.
They get back and it's daily life. It's daily life, and it's
accepted. There's no guessing. Last time I was in Klaganick, an elder
told me to pick up a gun. You need to be armed, you
know. Anyway. Some of these things may seem out landish. It may
seem geez, what's going on with this guy? Gosh, is he making
something up enough? I don't have to doesn't matter of facts. Some of
the stuff I don't even share because it sounds so crazy. I just don't
want to be the mouthpiece for everyone. I want them to speak for themselves.
Anyone seeking these things, careful what you wish for. I know of
three places that I could probably go right now if I had the resources to
get there, and within forty eight hours, some scary, hairy shit's gonna
have And I say that with confidence because of the times I've been there and
hearing from others that have been there. Same shit, same shit. Right
after dark. They come in, they circle, they sniff, they try
to break in. Okay, let me give you an example. Newyacok River
on the New Yorkuk River, when it branches off from the New Shigak River,
they have salmon counting towers. And at one of these towers is where
I had my experience in six but we were up by New Yakuk Falls.
The first salmon counting tower that's on the New Year Cuck is like a bunk
house. Do It's much bigger than the one we were at. There's a
shed there, an actual shed where they would keep generators, so are light
our equipment for the counting tower. That type of shit, right, that
particular one people use quite often because it's just not even a quarter mile up
to the New Yorkuk up where it branches from the Newsigak and that's just south
of Harris Creek on Theiak. This group of guys, I know them all
very well, grew up with. This happened three years ago. Okay.
They were up at that particular Saturn counting tower and when they got there the
bunk house, someone was already camped out in it. A group of moose
hunters trophy moose up there, and that's typically as far as most hunters go
up to niw Yakuk. I don't know of any at least locals, and
I don't even know of any outfits that take people up there. I know
now there's a new Yakuk River fishing line, but that's like flying shit.
Anyways, they get up there and they can't sleep in the main bunk area
because it's full five six people or whatever. And there was three of them,
four of them in their party. So this little shock that they went
and sat in. It had a three hinge door and it wasn't chintzy,
but it was basically strong enough for snowload and that was about it. And
so as they're in there, they were just starting to doze off. But
they kept their firearms because they saw a lot of bear sign when they got
there, right, so they had their firearms near them, loaded safeties on,
of course, because they're not ignorant guys. Halfway through the night,
they get woken up from the guys in the bomb that where they couldn't stay
right, so they get woken up. The guys are like Hey, we're
heading out. We're not efing staying in this damn place. Screw this place.
They didn't. They're just okay. And when they woke them up,
they had already packed all their shit out of that little bunk house and got
it in their skiff and they drifted away. It was still dark out.
These guys, they they got out of there, they're like, hey,
listen, I sleep in the damn shed. There's bunks in there. Let's
go. As they were gathering up, they're packs and their guns and stuff
to go into the main little counting tower, the counting tower shack or whatever.
The second skiff that was part of that group was just get ready to
leave, and one of the guys said, make sure you lock that door.
And that's all they said, and they drip away their spotlighting. They're
looking for rocks and stuff. Because the new he cuts the Shell river,
you got another channel. They move all their stuff middle all of the night
over into the other bunk They light a lantern in the back bunking area,
which is roughly twice the size of the one I was in. And so
they're all on these bumps. Now there's a door that separates the bunk part
from the kitchen living area just on adjacent to it. It's all attached,
but there's an inner doorway and outer door. They didn't lock it right.
So they're sitting there and the door to the bunk area where they're at is
just slight red yar just slightly. As they're sitting there talking the lanterns in
the back of the rope, their shadows are cast towards this doorway, right,
but they're talking. There's there's two on the bunk across from one guy
and this guy that this particular happened to all of them. I'll get to
it. So there's one guy in the lower bunk and two on the other
one, and it was just three of them. I apologize if I said
for it, but no, there was just three of them. And the
guy on the top bunk on the opposite side kept hearing something. He goes,
did you lock that door? It sounded like someone stepped in. He
was like, for what, Bears can't open doors. They weren't thinking about
the Harryman. This time goes on. They're discussing because now they're wide awake.
They had bized off a little bit and were woken up to the guys
leaving right, they hear the outside door. Someone was messing with the door,
and every wonder if they forgot something. The guy on the lower box
grabs splash light, swings open the door, turns on the light. Because
there was no white out in the area between the bunk area and the outside
door, it was dark, so he beams a light and the door's wide
open. He walks over and he shuts it. He didn't lock it,
he just shut it. What wasn't going to fiddle with it, wasn't really
worried about it. Just didn't want the door banging right, So he shuts
it. It, walks back in and sits down. And as soon as
he sits down and he kind of claws, he shuts the door and leaves
a little bit of a gap so he can see out where his position is
on the bunk. That outside door opens again, and they hear three steps.
Now it's it's like a good fifteen foot distance between that outer door and
that inner door to the bunk area, and this thing took three steps.
This harry Man pushes the door open, has his hand on top of the
door and leans in and leans his head up because the threshold of the door
was behind his neck at this point, and it looks at all of the
looks down at the guy on the lower buck, and then looks at the
one on the bigger bunk and smiles at it dude on the upper bunk.
But they were all in shock. But he had to president enough to grab
the rifle and click the safety. And when he clicked the safety, this
thing disappeared very quickly. But as it was going out the door, it
tried to grab the guy that was on the lower bunk that had just shut
that outside door, grabbed a hold of his jacket and tore part of his
goose down jacket off of him, and he pushed the door to keep himself
in the room as this thing ripped the jacket off of them, and they
heard it run out. Those types of things happened on the New Yekuk River.
It is a no joke place. I'm not just saying that facetiously.
I'm not just trying to oh, I know this spot. No, that's
a spot where they will come to you if you're in one of those counting
tower shacks. It's just a matter of turning before one or more is there.
That's just a fact. Logistically, getting there is a serious bitch,
though, because if way up river flying is expensive, floatplanes can't land in
that particular part because it's too shallow. So it's happening far more regularly than
people realize because no one talks about it. They say, you don't gotta
go home, but you can't stay. No, I don't want to be
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