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 air 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 hello, hit somebody out here? What quent on out there? I
thought of a bit just about text fort nine. I don't know easy him
out there? Yeah righty oh reading he's just spread in Alaska. Thanks for
joining me. What I wanted to share with you today, what we'll call
this pilot buck Buck sent me an email approximately three months ago from bear hunt
in the spring. He had two out of state hunters that he flew out
east of Saltcha, dropped them off at their camp, and he wasn't going
to stay at the camp. He was going to fly back, tend to
some other things at home. He's from Alaska. Leave it at that.
It took three months to hear back from him from his initial email, just
being busy in summertime and all that, but he finally got back the hold
of me. Initially he only got one portion of the story to me.
I had to wait and finally heard back from him and got the whole thing
down, So I have to talk to him. He dropped the hunters off.
They were out of state. They were excited they were getting the rown
bear hunting. So he got them dropped off with the guides and he was
just the pilot. He takes off and he decides he's gonna someone else pay
for his fuel. He had about an hour's worth of free time, so
to speak. So he decided he's going to go north of where he dropped
these people off. Flew over some mountains and where he landed to just landed
on the tundra, had sparse trees off to his left, bigger timber off
to his right, all within five hundred yards. So he landed. He
kind of taxi turned around into the wind, got out, and he decided,
I'm gonna grab my day bag and I'm going to walk over to those
trees over there and just check it out, because he said it was more
silent that he's been to some quiet places, just quiet in general, but
he said it was very quiet when he got out of the plane, which
he found odd. He thought maybe his ears needed to pop, so he
decided he grabs his day bag. He had a four to fifty four casole
on a chest holster. He had a larger seven millimere rifle in the airplane,
but a four fifty four had extra ammo. So he decided he's going
to hike off approximately close to five hundred yards off to his right from where
he had parked the plane. As he's going across the tundra, as he's
getting closer to this tree line, he notices that there's movement way way back
in the tree line, just broken you through trees and whatnot, kind of
like behind me. If something was to move back over there or whatever.
It was just dark, so he assumed a moose. Ah, that's cool.
He had a digital camera. He stopped. He got his digital camera
out of his pack, put it around his neck, made sure everything was
good, put his pack back on, and continue walking straight. And as
he's getting close to this tree line, he starts getting a feeling of being
watched. So he's just looking all around trying to figure out why am I
feeling this? No one is there. He knows no one is there because
he flew over the place. There was no one there that he saw.
No other planes, no tents, no hikers, no hunters, none of
that. Eh, you're just alone. You're just a little spooked. You're
okay. So Buck continues on up to the trees, and it's black spruce.
I've showed examples of that, like when I was remote the remote af
video or whatever. I was showing the tundra how it meets the black spruce
and the berry patches and stuff. So he's basically walking to a berry patch.
There was no berries at the time, but he's just looking around because
it was a new area to him. He had puddle jumped to ponds and
stuff when he was on floats and checked out some places. But he was
excited, so he wanted to explore. As Buck gets up to the tree
line, he decides he's going to squat down and listen for that moose.
He starts doing a female moose call, just to see if he could bring
it out. He's got that digital camera. He wants to get a picture,
some wildlife photography. He's photographed polar bears and various other animals in Alaska,
so he was stoked to be in a position to hopefully get a good
picture of a big bull moose. You know which, You know, I
understand, I'm not a photographer per se, but I get why people like
to take photographs like that. So as he's sitting there and he's making this
female grunt trying to draw in this bull moose, he notices something landing on
the tundra. He just kept hearing a little, just little disturbances in the
tundra around him, and out of the corner of his eye, he notices
one lands really close to him and it's a tiny rock, and he's trying
to figure out where in the hell are these rocks. Then he starts paying
attention and notices all the other little rocks. So this has got to be
a hunter. How did I miss him flying over? Maybe he's a lone
hunter, got dropped off doing his own thing. So he calls out,
hey, I'm over here. I got a digital camera. I thought you
were a moose. What have you? No response, still dead quiet,
he said when he called out. As soon as he was done calling out,
something came over him, a feeling of dread that he said he never
felt before, even being in the presence of polar bears, charged by brown
bears, charged by moose, he never had that kind of uncomfortable fear.
He said. He felt uncomfortable in his skin. Like every like I've stated
before every party, he wants to run and you don't know why. So
he stands up and he's calling out again. He goes, hey, I'm
armed over here, don't shoot. I blew my plane in over here.
And he's pointing back at his plane and everything. And as this is going
on, rocks keep falling around in periodically. So against his better judgment,
he decides he's going to go further in because at this point he's just at
the edge of the black spruce. As I've shown videos before, it gets
thick real fast. So he starts making his way through there. As he's
looking, he keeps hearing a guttural grunt. Once he gets about twenty yards
in, it starts and then it's just almost a continuous and he's trying to
figure out why how was a bear making a continuous growl without a huff and
catching his breath or whatever. He said, it lasted. It seemed like
almost a solid minute, and that stopped him. Now he's roughly twenty yards
in, he said, and he decides, I'm gonna instead of penetrating in,
I'm gonna go laterally. I'm just gonna parallel and stay the same distance
and see if I can get eyes on it. He had his pistol,
he had his camera ready. So as he's walking along, he's literally holding
his digital camera and he's looking down to make sure that it's on, and
it was on, and he's sidestepping, and so as he sidestepping, he
bumps into small brush. He stops, eren squat's down. He's listening.
He hears brush moving about. He said, roughly about thirty yards in front
of him at the most. And that was a rough guess because of how
close the trees where. It was hard to gauge how far away the sound
was originating. So he's looking in the direction. He thinks, this moose,
bear, whatever it is moving, but he hears the movement in front
of him, so he trades his focus there. Now, just as he's
getting ready, he's got the camera up, he's looking, he's making sure
he's got a good focus in it's autofocusing properly, and as he's doing his
adjustments, the camera goes out, just dead dead as a door nill,
and he's shocked by this. It took his attention away from his surroundings.
So he's looking trying to figure out getting the power back by his damn So
he takes his pack off. He's got spare batteries, so he's in the
middle of changing out these batteries. He's not He fully admitted he felt stupid
because he was not on his game. He was not paying attention to the
surroundings around him. He got focused tunnel vision on getting these batteries changed out
in his camera. So as he's doing it, just as he's removing the
old ones, he had a little poll tap to release the batteries. So
he's doing that and he hears a scream. He said the scream that he
heard felt like it was going to shatter his ear drums and he felt it
in his chest. So he literally drops his camera and he's holding his ears
in this scream. He said it sounded like it was standing over and whatever
was screaming was over him. Is a feeling, So immediately he drops the
camera. He's scrambling back. He's got his pack off to his right side,
camera's right in front of him, and he's drawing his pistol. He
doesn't know what the hell this sound is. Never heard anything like it.
Been flying for forty plus years, never had anything like that happen. He
scrambles backwards. He's got the pistol out now, and he's still trying to
shield his ears because the scream, he said, lasted. It seemed like
forever, but he said, realistically, probably just shy of a minute.
And he said it was loud the whole time, and it only whined down
towards the end, like an old air raid siren. So as soon as
it's winding down in that it's no longer piercing. He's immediately got that hammer
cocked on that four fifty four and he's on point. He's freaked out.
He leans forty, grabs his camera, he stuffs it in his bag.
He's literally trying to do everything one handed. He was shaking like a leaf
in the wind. He could not control the shaking that was going on.
He gets his pack, he slings it over his shoulder. It wasn't even
zip closed all the way. He said he lost some survival equipment out of
it or way, but he didn't care. He wanted to get to his
plane and get the hell out of Dodge. So he stands up and he
makes his way back, going parallel to the tree line, back to where
he came into the trees. And as he's backing out, he said he's
kept seeing movement, but the trees were so close he would only catch just
shades of black, shades of brown, like a reddish brown, moving around,
and he never got a full site picture to whatever was going back and
forth. He said he had no clue at the time. As he backs
out and he clears the tree line where he was initially kneeling, he had
taken off a baklava or something like that and left it on the trund.
He noticed it as he was backing out. He bent down, he grabbed
it, stuffed it in his pocket, and as he did, right in
front of him, he said, about less than fifty feet away, this
thing stepped out and showed itself to him. Now the shock of it,
he dropped his pistol. The backpack slid off his shoulder, and he basically
melt it down to his knees in shock. He said it was approximately ten
foot tall, really dark colored skin. He said it was like a very
dark buck hyde color. He said around the face it was bare from hair,
but the hair that was right wrapped around was like a blonde straw color
that faded into kind of a grizzled couldn't see the ears because of the hair,
had no neck, shoulders weren't all that wide. He said. It
was fairly narrow for its height. So chewback up but bigger. He gathers
himself after seeing this, grabs a pistol, shoots in the air, thing
doesn't move, grabs his pack, stands up, drops the pack, turns
around and starts high tailing it back towards the plane. Now, he said,
every third to fourth step he was looking back over his shoulder and he
was fumbling with the gun. He said he never felt like such a rookie
in his life. The way he was handling his firearm. He said,
he felt like a dumb kid that didn't know what he was doing. He
was so shook up. And as he was taking these steps and then looking
back, every time he looked back, this thing seemed to be the identical
distance It had come out of the tree line as he moved. So every
third fourth step he's looking back, this sing was keeping the same distance,
but pacing him back to his plane. Now he estimated five hundred yards.
So he shot once in the air. He still has I believe. He
said it was a five shot. He saw it four in the cylinder,
and he didn't want to shoot. He didn't know what this thing was.
He said it looked human, real broad nose, latch of the face,
classic description, black eyes, blacker than black was his description. He said
that when he would look back, it almost had a look of pleasure on
its face, he said, And I asked him if he could elaborate,
and he goes he it was smiling, and I was like, was it
showing its teeth? He said, no, it was smiling, just a
big smile. And that freaked him out even more. So. You got
to imagine he's running through tundra moss. Okay, it's not easy to run
through. It's spongy. It gives it can be bouncy. They trip you
up real easy. So he was running, tripping fall, jumping up,
running every few steps, looking back, and this scene was keeping the distance.
Now, he said, what really freaked him out, like above all
of that, was when he got to the plane and threw open the door
on his piper cub when he looked back, because he was ready at that
point, I'm going to shoot when I turn around. When he turned around,
he had just looked over his shoulder three to four steps before that.
It was still there. When he got to the plane, threw open his
door and turned around gone. He said, it had to have moved fast
to get back to the trees, because when he's looking around, he looked
around the plane. He ducked down and looked under to see if it possibly
jumped over him, went around the plane when he wasn't looking to make sure
he wasn't being ambushed. So he's freaking out looking around. He sees it
at the tree line when he looks back in that direction, and when he
looks back in that direction, he sees that it is moving his pack with
its foot. He jumped in the plane, he fired up and flew out
of there. When he was explaining, I asked him to explain the fear,
what did it feel like? And he honestly he didn't have a description.
So I didn't push because this happened just a handful of months ago and
he hasn't stopped doing his work, but he has a hard time now going
back to places like that, which totally understandable. Hey Buck, if you're
watching this, thanks for sharing with everyone. During our conversation, it was
very clear and evident that what he was experiencing was very traumatic, because there
was a few times when he was talking about the guy had to pause to
check himself from breaking down a little bit when he was self blaming, feeling
like a coward, and I was like, hey man, don't feel like
a coward. Bro that trusts me. Anyone else in your shoes, they
would have been doing the same thing, if not worse. I told him,
I've seen hardened woodsman who wet themselves, so don't be too hard on
yourself. I want to thank him for sharing. He mentioned that he's going
to get hold of another buddy that had told him of an experience he had
out flying bush plane, and he never believed his friend for five ten years.
However long his friend experience happened before that, he just chalked it up
to he's just giving me grief. He didn't see nothing, and then this
thing happened to him. So now he has a better respect for what his
friend went through. So hopefully his friend will get in touch and I'll be
able to share that as well. Reading is this fread in Alaska? Another
beautiful Alaskan day. I'm going to share with you today an instance that happened
two years ago just outside of Platinum at the Platinum Mines southwest Alaska Bearing Coast,
just north of Togiak. It would be south southeast of the village of
Platinum. Guys, they were spotting herring down Togiak and they had some days
off, so they decided they're going to go check out the platinum mine.
Now, it's wind swept coast up there, so there's virtually no trees.
It's just a tundra like material like I've shown you guys, maybe scrubbrush,
that's it, and a bunch of jagged cliffs. Beautiful. They're back up
in there, and it's federally protected. They shouldn't have been there. They
just happened to pass on through there and didn't realize. As they were on
the ground looking around and checking things out, a couple kids from the village
were on their four wheeler. They come ripping by and circled back and asked
them if they were the FEDS, and they're like no. They said,
we better get out of here before the FEDS come and harass us about people
being up here. So they took it serious and they was like, okay,
not a problem. So they get back into their plane and they taxi
and they just taxi over this little sloping hill and they had big tun of
tires on, so it wasn't a big deal. But they taxi on over
and go down into a meadow that drops back off when you're going away from
the coast. There. They killed it because they saw the signs behind him
that said federal property or whatever protected. They were just outside of that boundary.
So they jumped back out of the plane and they want to look for
deceased walrus or whatever. They just basically scavenge hunt see what they could find.
They start walking and they start getting into the deeper scrub brush that's off
from the coast a little ways because it gets the winds there get treacherous,
just treacherous coastal winds. It's beautiful but miserable. So they get back up
in about a mile and a half from the plane. Neither one of them
are armed, neither one of them had even bear spray. They just landed
and went. The pilot was talking to a spotter and asking him do you
smell that? And the guy that was spotting for him said, no,
I don't smell anything outside of the coastal breeze. Then he instantly caught a
whiff of it and it was very strong. He said it was like a
musty urine, dead dog, dead something mixture all rolled up into one.
He said it wasn't one distinct more than the whether. It was just a
goulash. So they continued. Now the path they were on it just neanders
down on through all these little small shrubs. It's nothing. It's pretty much
straight, but it has a slight bit of a curve to it. But
as they start into that brush, they saw a couple of spots from higher
up on the rise. There are some depressions down in there, and potentially
they thought it was a dead walrus. Maybe they could harvest some ivory,
so they're going on back there. There was no dead walrus. There was
nothing in these places they cut back through. One was about thirty feet off
that game trail, and the other one was on the opposite side about the
same distance. But the one off to the left was a little smaller versus
the one off to the right, So they figured they'd try out the one
on the right first. Because the shrubs are tall enough they can't see,
and it's dense enough they can't see through there to see what it is and
not waste their time, so they have to physically go in there and stay
tuned for more sasquatch out to see. We'll be right back after the east
messages. So as they come back into that clearing, they noticed that smell
real bad, and they assumed maybe it was a dead walrus, but it
wasn't. There was nothing there but a big swath that had just been packed
down like something just walked in a circle on it over and over again.
He said, the vegetation was so compacted it was embedded into the ground.
That takes quite a bit, especially walking over it and over it again.
And so they were dumbfounded looking at this whatever it was, and trying to
figure out, what the hell are we dealing with. So they decided they
didn't want to deal with it, and they went back out the way they
came. Now, when they get to the opening on the game trail,
they noticed in front of them, because these two spots are almost identically apart
from each other, mirroring each other on either side of the trail, they
noticed dark movement swaying back and forth. They couldn't quite make out what it
was. It was roughly thirty feet away, but it was almost like it
was peeking up and then lowering down. And then they started hearing this gruff,
this quickening pant and as that's happening, they get a very uneasy feeling.
And then he said it sounded like a air siren, air raid siren
going off. It had the volume of an air raid siren, but different
octaves all at once, and the lowest part of that they were feeling in
their chest, and he said he could feel his cheeks jiggling. That's an
impact, especially from that kind of a scream that close. He said,
it felt like it was going to blow their ear drums. And they immediately,
not even thinking about it, they were both pauling ass. Now they're
roughly a mile and a half and they're booking it. And as they're running,
they cleared the shrub brush and they're out into the open tundra, just
running on along this game trail, and I could see the plane off in
the distance. Because this is a gradual, slow rise. It's just rolling
kind of hills. It looks almost like a manicured rolling hills in Ireland or
Scotland or something, but it's actually vegetation, just real small, short sized
stuff and a seat of it. So it gives the illusion of one smooth
contour, but in actuality was full of little divots and what have you.
So they're running back and they stop a little ways to catch their breath because
they don't hear nothing. When they turn around to look back, this thing
was on all fours, approximately twenty five feet behind them, sniffing their tracks.
Wasn't actively being aggressive at that point, sniffing their tracks. Mann.
It's one thing to be startled, but can you imagine running thinking you're clear,
you hear nothing, You turn around, it's just right there and it's
sniffing the ground like getting your scent. So immediately they freak out again,
instantly turn around, and they were re energized to freaking run as they continue
on. The spotter, which is basically not a co pilot. He buys
backstick. He wasn't the pilot. It was the pilot's assistant, we'll call
him. He was in behind, and he had a knee injury from years
before. He wasn't trying to be behind. He couldn't help it. He
had a physic limitation. The pilot told me that he looked like a goldfish
in a bowl trying to escape the bowl, eyes bulging, panic stricken,
trying to keep up with him. So he intentionally slowed down and would look
back for them to avoid his bad legs or whatever, his hips or whatever
it happened to be, to hinder them and stop him, make them fall,
or any of that. So he took it upon himself to look back.
But this thing virtually stayed twenty to twenty five feet behind them at all
times, at the same pace, all except when they were getting up closer
to the plane. There was a couple little divots in the path, and
once they got past that point, it seemed like this thing stayed there,
swaying back and forth, kind of on all four squatting and was half standing
up, sitting down, swaying back and forth. He said, it was
an oddest thing. It was like it had ran into an invisible barrier and
wanted to come forward, but just couldn't seem to get past that barrier.
And he said, that's just what it looked like. Tangible to prove that,
but just something to think about. So it literally seemed like it came
to a barrier, and they, of course hop in the plane trying to
catch their breath. He was panic stricken trying to prime and get the engine
fired up now as they were sitting there, and he got it fired up.
This thing was just right, just at that same spot, swaying back
and forth, looking at him. He said, it was very dark,
complexed, the flat nose wide couldn't tell because of the complexion of the skin.
It was hard to see where the hair ended, but he knew around
at least around the eyes it was hairless, and they saw the lips real
easy. He said that the eyes were just jet black, like lifeless shark
eyes or something. There was no whites of the eyes or any of that.
He said. The thing that was just that blew them away. Was
this was out in the open. This is an open tundra with virtually no
shrubs or anything. And from a moment of looking down and adjusting something and
telling his co pilot to, you know, get buckled in because he was
going to take off. He didn't care about the bumps. He was going
to get the hell out of there. What they ended up doing when they
turned around, he spun around, turned around one more time just to see
if it was following, and it was there was nowhere to be seen.
This thing was just gone. He didn't understand it. So he goes,
you know what, we'll take off and get a look for it. So
they taxi on down, They take off, they circle around, they're gaining
out. As he got up to about seven hundred and fifty feet, he
leveled out and started flying over the landing area where they walked, basically retracing
their steps from the air in the direction they went and all that and they
saw virtually nothing. They got out of the area, and he's still spots
hearing. He still does that every year. He no longer goes exploring like
he once did, just care free. He takes all sorts of precautions He's
got a five hundred magnum Smith and Wesson handgun bear spray. He's got survival
gear that keeps in a hipsack on him all times now in case he gets
separated from his plane, he has survival gear. I have a bunch of
these experiences I'm working through to get out to you guys. There's background stuff
going on right now about a short excursion either North Fork of the Gulcana or
Skilac Lake. It hasn't been nailed down yet, but it will be soon.
Another thing I wanted to share is there was a situation that happened about
it's probably been about ten years ago now, a guy named Walt, just
down the road here. He actually lives in Talketona now. At the time
this happened, it happened at Willow. He was going out to a steam
bath out back of his house, which is basically a sauna. Wood stove
rocks on it, splash water. He gets the picture, so he's you
know, he's back there and he takes a steam bath, and it's in
the wintertime and he keeps hearing what sounds like the snow sliding off the roof.
Thought nothing of it. The heat he figured, yeah, it's melting
this stuff away. Cool. It got concerning when he's started hearing a slapping
sound up on this metal roof he had on it, and so this is
just weird. There was no trees close enough to be a branch blown in
the wind slapping this thing or what have you. So he steps out in
his towel to investigate. And he basically stepped out. It wasn't an ambush,
but it was standing about three feet He could almost touch it with his
right hand at a forty five degree angle away from him, the direction he
was standing when he went straight out the door, it was just right there.
He said. It was about six and a half feet tall, real
slender looking, didn't act outwardly aggressive. Said it did a short little rock
back and forth, and he started seeing some prayers or something along those lines,
the Lord's Prayer maybe, or sawma David saw twenty three although I walked
through the Valley of the Shadow of Death. So he starts reciting that in
his mind, and then he slowly starts verbalizing it out loud, and this
thing just takes off gone, and he said he hasn't seen anything since then.
So what he does now According to him, he goes outside and he
says a prayer every morning over his property. And he said, ever since
then he hasn't seen it or heard it. There's been no mischief or anything.
But prior to the actual visual, there was all sorts of things happening
with just strangeness around his house. Things being moved, a drip drum from
rain water. A fifty five gallon drum of rainwater was picked up and moved
like thirty feet full. Nothing dropped, nothing apparently spilled out of it.
Those things are heavy, full eight pounds per gallon. Times that by fifty
it adds up quick. Just a bunch of things stopped happening once he was
praying over his property. I found that interesting. They say, you don't
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