Today, I've got a story, one story that is fascinating to me.
And after the story, we're going to talk to the man who wrote the
story, the author. You're going to get to hear the story in more
details about this event in his own words. So we've got a narrated story
that he sent, we've got an interview, and I want to I just
wanted to tell the man who wrote this, he's going to be referred to
as Tea in this video, how much I appreciate him. Not every bit
of the conversation is going to be about Bigfoot, but he's just an interesting
man. He lives in Alaska, his encounter happened in Oregon fifty years ago,
and he's got great insights on these things. And I hope you enjoy
this video. So let's get rolling, all right, here we go.
This story is titled three mics. I will tell you of this memory with
my hand planning firmly across my mouth. Is not a scream in terror.
Fifty years later, neither man nor beast under the sun, moon and stars
has left me this shaken. There's nothing I fear as greatly as this vivid
memory. I have spent thirty five years in the wiles of Alaska, traveling
the seas and hiking in the deep, pungent woods. I've experienced Alaskan wilderness
so vast, so remote and untouched by humans. In all my travels,
There's nothing that I fear as deeply as this memory some fifty years ago.
And it didn't even happen here. It was in Oregon, close to the
town of Malala. To this day it is a hotspot for cryptid sightings.
But this event happened over fifty years ago. The memory is still crystal clear
to me in that time of unparalleled unknowns in my life. The life of
a foster child sometimes comes with great amounts of work. I had livestock to
tend to in daily chores around the farm. The barn was built on a
small rise. Behind it, there was a loafing shed. There was also
an old wire fence. There was a problem with the wire fence. It
was constantly being pushed down. You could pull the wire up taut, but
within a few days it was crinkled again. Remnants of dark brownish hair hung
on the bent wire fence. I surmised that it was tall hairs from one
of my many cows. I fed, but why would an old cow venture
over there? A trail ran down behind that fence to a huge growth of
blackberries. It must have been a quarter of a mile long and fifty feet
wide. It was made up of scrub oak, poison oak, and BlackBerry
vines. It covered a small stream of those sidewalls that eroded down at least
four feet. There was a hole in the BlackBerry covering over the stream.
When I rode the old school bus in the morning, I would always look
up this little creek where it passed under the road. When you looked upstream,
it was a dark tunnel with long, dead, thorny vines hanging down.
It was a place I never wanted to go, but never say never.
The cows had calved, the fruit trees, berries and buttercups were blossoming.
My work on the farm was slowing down. It seemed like a time
was ripe for a walk in search of peace and wonderment. The morning mist
would soon be rising. It would be gone from the open fields, but
deep in the woods. The damp steam lingered over the old moss covered trail,
and the trail ran to the east. The old road was thick,
every kind of fern, Oregon grape, BlackBerry, and scrub oat grew beside
it. The brush was so thick in places that you would have to crawl
on your belly if you got off the old road. It was impassable,
to say the least. On the north side of the old road. There
was a small trickle of water that led down to the side of the old
road. It is where the little creek began. It then ran down on
the north side, about twenty five to thirty feet, running under the road
in an old moss covered stone culvert. But it ran into the BlackBerry patch
that ran nearly a quarter of a mile back to the main road. Only
its opposite sides were hay fields. It had an unknown interior due to the
thorny nature of the blackberries. On the north side of the road, the
sword firms reached over my head, and the Oregon grape was at least three
feet tall. And then I heard two men talking. I had not seen
a truck or heard any horses. Why were they so close? Were they
following me? I stepped up the small edge of the old road the mossy
gate, and the old road was about fifty feet away. I laid down
in the ferns and Oregon grape. The men were close now, although I
could not see them. One of the two said, he's here somewhere.
The other man said, do you hear that over there? And then they
headed deeper down in the brush, not twenty five feet away down the hill
to my left. To my right, the old sheep fence was all grown
up. I knew that I could not climb it without them seeing or hearing
me, so I crawled further into the brush with the fence to my right.
Just as I began to crawl, I moved my head to the left
to see if the men were there. When my head moved, there was
a head right next to me. But it wasn't a man. It was
almost as big as a Herford cowhead. It was right next to me on
the ground, crawling next to me. I was close enough to see its
silvery gray facial hair, and I was looking directly into its brown eyes.
I was also close enough to see the white of those eyes as well.
Instantly I looked back down. Panic gripped me. A chaotic fear left me
absolutely terrified. I could not returned my gaze towards him. Just then I
felt a hand on my left shoulder, pushing me at least six inches to
my right towards the old fence. Then I turned towards him. He stood
up and put his hand on the tree. His hand was huge. He
was huge. His nails were long and sharp. He wasn't just big,
he was huge. He dropped back down in the ferns and grapevines. I
knew instantly what he meant. I crawled to the fence and down to the
moss covered gate, where the splattering creek ran along the edge of the road.
I crawled into it, still so fearful that I could hardly breathe.
If I continued to crawl down the road, I would meet the very voices
I had heard earlier. The only place I could crawl was into the old
stone covered It was dark and scary in the culvert, but nothing compared to
the terror I had just been through. I splashed the creek's cool water on
my face. It was like a mother's voice, soothing my fears. The
tiny sparks rolling around in my sight vanished, but I could still not scream.
I crawled to the other end of the culvert and saw the beginning of
the BlackBerry vines hidden by the vines. I made my way by crawling alongside
the berry vines next to the hay field. I noticed a large opening in
them. On the back side there was an opening to the stream. It
had changed from a babbling brook to a drainage ditch across the field, but
the blackberries covered it. The walls of the creek were about three feet tall,
and the creek had turned into a muddy hole. I crawled into it
anyway. As I walked in the water up to my waist, the light
beams that broke through the berry leaves were giving me streaks of light and thorny
vines grabbing my clothing. The old, dead vines hung down like deadly fingers,
trying to snag me with their thorns, and they did scratch and callall
my clothes. When I was moving, the dust particles would dance in the
light beams, but I kept finding my way through them. At one point
the water got over my belt. Then it got shallower. It seemed to
begin to shallow up, and the blackberries pushed me back to crawling, and
then I saw clear light to my right. When I got to it,
I was right behind our barn with a trail going up to the fence that
I had been trying to fix. As I stumbled up the small rise and
climbed over the fence, I ran to the barn and I cried, all
scratched up and bleeding and wet. When I walked to the house, my
foster mother started raising her voice at me about my wet, dirty and torn
clothes. Never mind me, I said. I went over to the fence
looking for a cow, and then I got hung up in the BlackBerry vines
and fell in the creek. Someone needed to fix the fence, and I
think it's way beyond me. I was warned not to lose a cow or
there would be trouble. I took a hot bath, put on clean clothes,
and put bag bomb on my scratches, and never mentioned this story to
any one for over fifty years. But I learned a three MIC's name.
But that is a whole other story. The Richardson brothers that came to remove
the colors from my sight, well we met again when I was a man.
One of them walks with a permanent lamp. Now the other he died,
no doubt, begging the Lord in a dump of a shanty while enduring
a long sickness and ravage by cancer. All alone. I went to Alaska
and named my second son after that little thorny Creek Garrett. And when I
take a look at Google Earth now I see they have redone the old logging
road. I think three Mics must have passed now. He was old and
silver back then. If you walk that road and a rock has tossed your
way, take it from me, don't throw it back. He would be
your best friend. He means you no harm. Three Mics in t Thank
you for your kindness. Hey, everybody, that story that you just heard,
I have the man who wrote it on the phone right now, and
he's going to tell us, give us more details, and tell us the
rest of the story. As Paul Harvey used to say, So I've got
tea on the phone. Tea, how are you doing? Man? Fine?
Thank you for thank you for being willing to do this. We were
talking before, you know, we hit this record button, and you were
telling me a little bit about where you live. And tell us what the
weather's like there right now. Tell us where you're at. Well, right
now, I'm in the Teni Peninsula of Alaska, and I live out in
the middle of nowhere, really, I mean it, And there's about foot
and a half two foot of snow snows still on the ground. It's about
forty degrees during the day. The snows to him to milt. But hey,
it's it's a great place to be. I love Alaska. That's that's
kind of the life up there. You just have snow on the ground,
what six or eight months out of the y about six seven months for us.
Now, you were telling me a minute ago, and this is a
little bit off topic, but you're you're prepared for these kind of things that
we're going through right now with this virus scare. Tell everybody what you what
you've done or prepare and things like that. Well, my wife and I
we've been preppered since back in the ninety I had three children in Alaska that
they wanted to live in the big cities, and they do in the lower
forty eight. They're crying now. They wish they were out here with mom
and dad. My closest neighbor is about a half mile away. I got
enough food to run a couple of years. It necessaria. I got moose
walked through my yard, and I'm a quarter of a mile from one of
the best fly fishing rivers in the world. The it's called an Anchor River.
There's halibut right out on the edge by the inlet. Iliaga Mountain is
across the way. We've got everything here, their walls, it's all here.
Wow, that's great, man. I've never seen I've seen some of
the rocky mountains in the United States, but I've never and I tell you,
I went up Pike's Peak one time. We got up to fourteen thousand
feet and I got sick. I don't know how well I would do in
higher elevations. But you guys that live out in these wilderness areas, you're
acclimated to it, and it's I'm always impressed by the way the way you
guys live. So that's cool. Well, we I just narrated your story
about three mics. I'm not going to ask you any questions on it.
I'm just gonna let you tell us what you want us to know about that
first though, you've never relayed that story really to anyone, probably other than
friends, in fifty years, is that right? No, not even my
own way, man, She answered the phone. Does she know now?
She knows about it, right? Yeah? Does? She typed the story
out for me. I showed her on Google Earth where it originally was from
where the creek was that I crawled down through. The name of that creek
was Garrett. And my second son's name is Garrett, and that's how I
named that boy. I have to ask. You're not catching any flack from
her over finally confiding in her with a bigfoot story, are you? Oh?
No, My wife knows me. We've been married forty five years.
When she hears the story from me, she's not surprised. I don't know
why the Good Lord loves me, but he's taking care of me all my
life because there's been a lot of closes. As an old woman told me
here, I asked. My mother in law was in a nursing home,
and I got to know some of the she passed. She's passed away now,
but I got to know some of the women and on her wing,
and I asked us one woman, I said, how do you how do
you attribute a hundred years given you know, living a hundred years? And
she said, well, I guess the Good Lord just put me together right
on the front end, So I guess he just puts you together, right,
didn't he? Well I guess he did, because you know, I'm
sixty five years old. I hadn't been to a doctor in twenty five years.
Man, that's awesome. Okay, well let's go to the story.
Now. Everyone just heard a brief story, and your wife wrote it really
well. By the way, I was reading it and thinking, this reminds
me of I was trying to think of the writer that I read. It
was a book I read maybe four or five years ago, and he wrote
real direct and short sentences, and I loved it. I absolutely loved it.
But I can't remember his name. But anyway, tell her for us.
She did a great job. But tell us more, tell us a
little bit more about the story. Tell us anything you want us to know.
Well, I was a fostered child when I was a kid, and
I was then I was a thirteen years old, and I wasn't summery yet.
Really, it was in the spring. You know, foster kids always
don't have the easiest life. I'll put it that way. I had a
lot. These people had a lot of cattle. That's what I did,
was steed the cattle and stuff each day, a lot of them. But
every once in a while I get to get away, and there was a
bit of woods back up on the top of the hill behind this place.
So I would walk up there, and I'm bennounced to me. These people,
I don't have anything to do with them anymore. I believe that they
had some insurance money on me. That's a whole that's a whole different thing.
But anyway, I would walk back up there because it was a place
where just I could be away from everybody, cows and all that. And
I should have suspected something when my whole hound dog canook, I got close
with woods, and that sucker turn around and let me ran all the way
home. So I used to walk up there in those trees, and you
know, you would hear rocks being tossed and stuff, but he didn't really
three mics, never threw one at me. I would hear a rock,
you know, and it was just it was just kind of a fluke.
I had these two men that were I could hear him talk and coming through
the woods, and if they had just been talk and I would have just
pretty much stayed there. That they said, did you see which way went?
And when they did that, I stepped off that old road that was
up there, into that brush and laid down inside the burns. When I
heard him getting closer and talking, I started to crawl deeper into the brush
and the ferns and all that. And that's when I felt something pushed these
sideways just to my ride a little And when I looked, I thought these
men had found me. And when I moved my eyes turned my head a
little bit to see there was an eye as big as a Purford's eye looking
at me and moving past like he was a freight train. He was so
huge. People cannot believe how big a sasquatch is until you see one.
They are huge. And that guy must have pushed me. Now, he
could have snapped my neck, He could have slugged me, he could have
done all those things. But he didn't. He pushed me to the right.
So I went to the right, and I crawled up by an old
fenc there, an old sheep fence that was all grown over, and I
knew I couldn't crawl over that fence without alerting those two men to where I
was at. When he pushed me like that, it scared me to where
I was speechless. I didn't know what to do. So as I made
that you turn went by that kids, I crawled back down the hill inside
the brush they're a little bit and dropped into that creek, so it would
be almost like I was backtracking on those men. And I crawled down in
that little creek and it was just a little babbling brook, but it went
down to a handstone culvert from the old days about I don't know, twenty
thirty feet from there, and I crawled inside that culvert and I still didn't
make any noise. I think I was too scared to even scream. But
when I got in that covert, into the water that was in the culvert
splashed on my face. It removed those little starlights that are moving around in
your eyes. All back out of that and that was where the ferry vines,
the old BlackBerry vines first started. Then I crawled out and there was
a hole going down into them, and that creek ran through them, and
it's like a canopy cover and you crawl inside there and there was water,
but what spoop to be wass? I was crawling down that creek because I
had nowhere to go. I could either go back where Three Knights was I
could go tell the two men that were trying to hunt me, or I
could run across an open grass field. So that creek was the only place
I could go. And I crawled down into that creek, and those berry
vines looked pretty from the outside, but on the inside they hang down like
long fingers and grab hold of your shirt and light coming through them. I'm
telling me, I thought it was the end of me. Really, I
did when I was at age, and I crawled out when I saw the
light, a big opening in it with a trail. And to this day,
I believe Big Mike was probably using that same trail, because whenever we
cleaned whenever we cleaned out the chicken coop of broosters, we'd throw him outside
of the coop, alive and well, and it wouldn't be long and they'd
be gone. So I believe that he came down to the farms at night
looking to feed on stuff. So as I went on there. When I
got back out of there, the people they told me I'd better not lose
cows, so I would have to walk up there near those woods. I
knew what was up in there, so I would not go up inside those
trees he made a gurgling noise, a deep guttural noise, and then he
said Mike, Mike, Mike, and then it sounded like an elp googling.
After he said those two things, and I didn't pay attention at first.
I thought it was one of some kids that I went to school with,
or something played in a game on me. The second time he said
it to me, I said tea. And the reason I said tea was
of my name, So I said tea to him because it's the first syllable.
To my surprise, he responded to me as tea, so I knew
his name after that was three mikes, Mike, Mike, Mike, and
he would call me tea from inside the brush. But I would never go
into brush looking for it. He made it clear that that was his territory.
I was going to ask after the first after he kind of pushed you
down in that brush and pushed you away, you never saw him again.
I never got close to him, but I knew he was right there because
he would toss a rock to me where he would say tea. I'll tell
you what he would do. That was an open field. Is Soon as
soon as I entered those woods. I wouldn't hear a tea go. He
could only say one syllable words. And when he crawled past me. He
was old. He wasn't young. You can tell by looking at him,
the lines in his face. He had a brave face on him, gray
hair, so he had been there a long time. I just hope that
he's still alive somewhere, because I seriously believe you saved my life. That
is such a cool story. But now the event scared you to death.
I mean you say in the first the first two or three paragraphs that it
was just sheer terror, but after terror, right, But after that,
now that you've thought about it for fifty years, I know it still scares
you that moment. But what's your assessment of what he was doing. I
know you've said he just didn't want you in his territory, But did you
glean anything else from your encounter with him or your interactions with him? Well,
that was his story in itself. We had a big, old wooden
barn. If I crawled all the way to the top of it, where
a turnbuckle went through, I can look down back there by those woods,
and occasionally I would see him down in the woods, you know, but
but not close enough you could really make him out. I kind of went
by. He lived out there and mind his own business. Kind of he
lived his life. We lived our sort of situation there. I didn't notice.
Chickens were gone once in a while, if they were put outside the
fence, they were gone. You know. I noticed that my dogs would
not go out to those woods. It was just a place where I really
didn't go into his woods. That was his territory. And we seem to
get along, okay. But right there in Oregon, you've got creek,
You've got Abblequa Creek, You've got all kinds of old settlements. So there
was old pear trees, plum trees, old apple trees, there's oaks,
there's there. It wouldn't have been anything to have kept a large cryptid like
that go and he would have ate like a king just off the woods.
The family you were living with. Were there other kids there, Yeah,
but they wouldn't come out of the house. It wouldn't there a job to
do the work. Go get the foster kid. You know, you were
like the Cinderella of the bunch, weren't you. Yeah, I don't.
I don't have anything to do with them today. I don't even use their
name. Neither does my kids. I teased my kids and tell them,
you know, hey, you better be nicer. I'll tell them where you're
at. But I guess what I was getting at. Did the foster,
your foster parents, or any other kids ever talk about this, seeing anything
or dealing with anything I did. There was a kid that was on the
school bus when going down the road, and the rest of the kids laughed.
He looked at me and he goes, you ever seen at Sads squash?
He's supposed to live on tear of those woods right there. And I
says, uh, no, I haven't seen him. He goes, I'll
bet you have. So nobody in the nobody in the family ever ever said
anything about it. That's that's fascinating. I was. I was thinking,
maybe your foster father would do work out in those areas, especially if y'all
were running cattle and other live style. No, literally, this guy was
a bump literally, and it wouldn't It didn't include bars, being gone from
home and stuff he would in it is What is it about foster homes?
I never hear good stories about foster homes. I know there's good foster parents
out there, though there have to be, there is, there is some
wonderful foster parents. I've met some friends in mine night. I always tell
them, you know, hey, you know, if they need anything.
You know, I'm not a rich man, but I'm well enough to do,
and I always tell them, hey, didn't kids they need, you
know, they need money for baseball, gloves, school, whatever they need.
You let me know. If they don't have it, now, I'll
take care of it. You get paid by the state to take care of
foster children, and sometimes it's a chunk of change. Foster kids they need
some place to live, you know. In my case, it was an
accident that happened that put me in the orphanage when I was just a baby.
So I think the people that took care of me because at least I
did have some symbolance to life, never mind my trust fund that they cleaned
up by the time I was sixteen. So but you don't ever show that.
You don't invite them over for Sunday dinner, do you. No.
No, In fact, I've warned them more than once not to come around
my house and just just stroubled. My wife and I were both workers.
I was a tradesman. They like to draw a welfare. I don't have
any problem with somebody to having welfare. That's got to come, and I
have no problem with it. If you're old, or you're a child,
or you're a mom that's working trying to I don't have any problem with it.
But if your only reason for drawing welfare is because you don't have to
work, I don't have time for it. It's not for me to judge.
I just don't have time for you. That's interesting. I really admire
you for apparently you've raised a good family. And though all your kids sound
like they're doing well, unable to be productive members of society, and you
you didn't learn that from your fault. You didn't have any role models,
and I think it's a great compliment and achievement for you to be able to
raise a family. I bet your wife had a lot to do with that
too, though, Oh yeah, she's a sweetheart. She's she's I jokingly
tease her because she's been married to me forty five almost we're headed up on
fifty years. I always say she's either as saint or she's crazy, because
she should have killed thee years ago. You got a great sense of hear
or two. I love it. Well, now you live in Alaska.
Now I'm curious, do you see any or hear any stories up and you're
you're part of the state there about cryptids? Well, you do hear cryptid
stories. Here's a I think gets port Orford or something here. There's a
town that the natives and the people that lived there abandoned the town because of
them, And that's quite a story. I'll look into that for you.
Cam. It's here you get more a native stories of them where they're stuck
in the ground and stuff. There's this is a huge land and you just
don't you can't really see everything all the time. My biggest problem is is
you know, Cam, you grun onto a brown bearer here after dark walking
past your house? Oh, I would I would pass out. I don't.
I've thought about that before. I would just I don't know how I
would even be able to move. Well, you ever had you ever had
a dog snap his teeth at ship? Yeah? Yeah, Well I was
in a boat one time in a place called Story the Inland, trying to
get out of there because we knew he was there, and we got that
boat movement, and that sucker come out of the brush about fifty feet from
that beach and ran out and slid on the sand and went into that water
up to about his belly, stopped about fifteen feet from me and snapped his
teeth at me like a dog. And believe me, I got out of
there. Man. I have two little, sweet little pit bowls, but
one of them like she'll snap it flies when flies are flying around her face
and her teeth are just set perfect, and whenever she snaps, it's this
big clunk, clunk, clunk, And I think to myself, Man,
I hope she never bites me. So, yeah, I know what that
sounds like. I can't imagine what it sounds like coming from a brown bear.
It must be terrifying. Yeah, they have him come into town.
They destroy them, so they kind of stay away from town. You know,
you just never know when you're gonna find one. Here. I live
right across the bay from me is cat my Mashing, a wilderness by water.
It's only fifty sixty miles from here and cat Mice where all the brown
bears, remember the browns the bear guy people get killed over there. I
don't go looking for bears in Alaska because they're just trouble. I don't hunt
them. I don't go looking for him. If there's one around, I
go the other way. And I've been in Alaska thirty five years and I've
lost friends bears. Man, Yeah, that would big predator. That's why
I tell people. People ask me, though, like why don't you carry
a sidearm when you walk around? Like I walk these woods and stuff every
day every day, and they're like, why don't you carry a sidearm.
I'm like, because there's nothing here that's gonna hurt me. I mean,
there might be some some feral dogs or card dogs running around. They'll pack
up, but usually they run away from you. But there's nothing, no,
no predators that will hurt a human in these woods. And we're getting
black bears down here. But a black bear is generally gonna run. And
I've never same one, and they're not you know, if one wanders in,
it's just a fluke. But to walk out your door and know that
there's a how much those bears wait, what six seven hundred pounds, well
probably about a thousand pounds, seriously, full full sized brown bear, it's
the same thing as a goodiac there, this isdiac they give him the name
there. Yeah, they got stories about him, and it's not the old
days. They're pretty new stories. You know. There's some huge one Soldotna.
They had him David and Goliath. They shot him on a guy's back
porch after he'd been coming through town and they'd heard that he was there,
and the city policeman got down there and had his shotgun, went around the
house. Thank goodness, he shot him in the first shot, killed him
because he weighed a thousand and fifty pounds. They had to use a bobcat
to lift him off this guy's porch. And I understand if you just cripple
him, but it just makes them mad. It just makes them furious.
But in Alaska, you're not top of the food chain. Your number six,
that's right. Better manners when you're out there, you may not make
it home. Well, um, I really appreciate you spending time with us.
Do you have anything any other information or anything you want to share with
the audience. I'll tell you something. When you get close to a Sasquatch
he is people say they throw rocks, They will throw rocks, but three
mics would toss a rock out there to you, letting you know that there's
somebody back here. Well, the closer you came to his woods, the
bigger the rock was, and the faster it went. And I got really
close to his woods one time, and that big boy threw a rock about
the size of a good canal and it went past me. It sounded like
one of those balls out of a pitching machine. It had to have been
doing almost one hundred miles an hour. Had he hit me with that,
he had killed me. WHOA, that's unbelievable. As unbelievable any other encounters
that come to mind with three mics that you want to share with us before
we wind up. You know, I believe that that crypt had saved my
life. So I can tell you in that area, Like I said,
there's ut Creek, There's Abble clawl Creek, There's Silver Creek. It's right
at the edge of the Cascade Mountains. If you run on to one up
there where you think it is, it might be in the woods. Try
saying three mics, Mike, Mike, Mike, and he might answer you,
Wow, that is a great advice, great advice. Well, all
right, well we're at about thirty minutes and your story is going to take
up about twenty minutes, so it's gonna put us about forty five minutes on
this video. And this is the first time I've ever done this, but
he sounded so interesting to me. I asked him to send me his phone
number, and he was so nice to agree to talk to us on this
topic, and I just I just appreciate it so much, and I wanted
to thank you for coming on. Thank you all right, guys, that's
gonna wind up this video. I really appreciate you listening this far. Wasn't
this wasn't he an interesting person to hear? And I know the whole topic
wasn't on Bigfoot, but he's just one of those guys I could sit and
probably on the front porch and talk to all day long. I don't know.
I guess that I wind it up. Thank you guys for listening,
and I we will see you on the next video. Thanks