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Now, what are your reporting? I got a screen going on here.
Something just kid with my dog, something to kill your dog? My dog.
We're flying through there, 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 name was dead once you hit the grill.
I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog coming over
the fence. Sat, what are you reporting? We got some wonder or
something crawling around out here? Did you see what it was? It was
enough out here looking them new to window now and I don't see anything.
I don't want to go outside this point, New York. Hello, hit
the boddy out here? What one on the outa's thought of a bitch of
about sixty ft nine? I don't know? Easy and the outre. Yeah,
I'm walking right head. Oh. Greetings is Fred and Alaska. Thanks
for joining me today. I wanted to share with you an email I got
a while back. This person is a retired to fishing game biologist. Approximately
ten years ago, they were up by the Mulchatta River. They were doing
some small samples which they go up into these lagoons and take sapples of the
little salmon fry and studium. They were on their way up to do that,
up towards the headwaters of New Shigak River, and as they were coming
up on the Mulchattna River, which is a branch that goes off to the
east from the New Shigak River. It's almost perfectly parallel with the nw Yeakuk
as well, just north of Koliganik east northeast. So as they were skiffing
along, they see this what they thought was a person come out of the
river and run into the trees, and they thought, oh shit, let's
go help this person. They just fell in some cold ass water. They're
going to need some help before they get hypothermic. So they go barreling in
there. They beach going in there, hollering, pay where you're to help,
you know, come out, We've got some blankets, we'll get you
warm. Nothing dead quiet. So they're kind of confused. They're like,
well, maybe this person is in shock. Being trained in their field and
whatnot. The most of them that were in the party of four had some
kind of EMT training. Now as they were following the trail, the water
trail from the riverbank. Because this is all happening like really fast, they
see this person come out of the river. They go to help. I
mean it's immediately they're right on its heels to get this person help. As
they're following this dribbled water track into the trees, about twenty yards away,
they hear some trees break and they start yelling out, hey, hey,
we're over here. We're here to help. Dead silence, no bird's tripping
on nothing, middle of the day, and they all at the same time
look at each other and go, we shouldn't be here. So they start
backing up and they're yelling, hey, hey, we're heres, come on
out. There's not a sound. So they retreat to the skiff and they
back off, and they circle around a couple times, and the second time
they're circling around, all of a sudden, a big piece of tree comes
flying and damn near hits them in the boat. So immediately they're spooped.
They go out into the main channel. They circle around to get a little
further away when this being comes out and it comes out and it is estimated
over ten foot tall, acting very aggressively, real big heaving breaths and just
making these weird sounds, kind of like an imitation of a squirrel and an
owl. At the same time, they said it was bewildering how intense the
sound was because they didn't see a lot of movement from its mouth. So
as they were kind of pondering what they're going to do, because none of
them at that particular instance was really scared. They were more in awe because
they were in a safe place. A skiffs circling around. Well, they
kick it down the idol just to stay with the current and look at this
thing, and as it's heaving these big breasts, it runs back into the
trees and they all just look at each other, like, what the hell,
what do we do with this shit? So they go on about their
way. They continue up river, they do their thing. On their way
back, they came across another crew that was going up to check the weird
counting station. The wear counter is just light art. They rolled these tracks
out on the bottom of the river and it counts salmon for them instead of
someone physically standing up on a tower like they used to do and counting salmon.
So they run across them, and they tell them what happened, and
the people that they came across. It was just above the Mulchatta up just
up above Harris Creek. Plenty of encounter from this area. So as they're
talking to these observers, they're warning them, hey, we saw a sasquatch
just over here on the Malchatna. Be aware, keep your wits about you.
Shit's real. The observers thought these biologists were playing a prank. They
did not believe them one bit. They're like, yeah, yeah, we're
not falling for that shit. They said, hey, just be aware.
We got better things to do than blow smoke up your ass. We're in
the middle of nowhere here, open your eyes, open your ears, and
be aware. They figured they're being shined on, so they went on their
way. Well, approximately three days later they were at the Wood River Landing
in Dillingham gearing up to go run up towards I don't remember exactly. They
were doing the same thing though. They're basically looking for smolts and checking the
growth of the salmon and whatever they were doing in the study. Now at
the landing, those observers were coming back now coming down the new shigak.
They have to come back up the Wood River a little waste to get to
the Wood River landing, so they opted for the Wood River landing. So
as the original biologists are loading up their stuff getting ready to launch their skiff,
here comes those observers. They are hissed, you know. They thought
the biologists had some guy in a Philly suit pranking them. They were like,
no one's pranking you man. The observers are like, well, what
do we do? Who do we report it to? And the biologit just
said, no one's going to take you seriously. So they have a debate
on who do they talk to. Because the observers had something very similar happened
to them when they went up. They were just going to the first salmon
counting little bunk house area to get the equipment rolled out. They weren't there
to hang out or anything. It was strictly get the equipment set up,
get it lined out. And I guess when they were pulling equipment from the
skiff up onto the river bank, something very similar happened outside of coming out
of the water, but it came out of the trees and was heaven real
big, making these weird noises, so they didn't even get the equipment set
up. They retreated back to the skiff, pulled away from the bank,
and then came back a few minutes later after the thing went away. So
they do their thing and nothing else happens at that moment. And as they're
leaving after setting up, so they got to roll out the light art.
They got all this shit to do. Well, they were setting up the
receiver or something like that. They just get done and they get down the
tower and they're coming back to the skiff and as they get loaded into the
skiff, there's a scream that happens. Now, the scream happens and they
immediately push off. They were all loaded, so they pushed off. They
were backing away from the river bank. Because it's an elevated river bank,
they couldn't see past a certain area. So when they got away from the
river bank, they could see further back and at the tree line there's this
thing again heaving, this big heaving, and it started doing this melodic scream.
It was like a just constant, repetitive whooping kind of scream. They
didn't know what the hell to do, so they kind of all stuck looking
and according to this person, there's footage of this somewhere. They had a
flip phone with the some kind of camera on it and they recorded part of
it. These people retreated out of there after trying to film it or whatever.
So as they're talking about what happened to them at the Wood River landing,
one of the fishing game troopers showed up, who was going along with
the biologists or whoever else on this whatever study they were doing. The fishing
game trooper that showed up, they immediately accost him and say, hey,
look, you know, we saw a sasquatch, we saw the hairy man.
This is what happened. And the fishing game trooper just looked at him
and was like they were really confused at the nonchalant d What do you do
with that? You know, because no one's going to report this shit.
That's so aggravating. I mean, even professional biologists in the field observers.
All these people that go out here and experience this shit, who do they
talk to? Who do they report it to? No one is taking them
and if someone is taking a report, it's their own personal little report in
their head. Okay, you saw one over here, Okay, I saw
one over there that type of shit. No one is actively sharing this information
as it happens. This shit happened ten years ago, you know, and
the person that shared it with me is still leary. You know, didn't
really want me to state their job, but it's like, I mean,
they agreed. I'm not just putting them out on blast. I wouldn't do
that to someone they no longer work in the field or whatever. But still,
how many professionals out there today are dealing with this shit and got no
one to tell about it? No one, no one to tell you know,
even as I sit here, I'm not super remote, but I'm remote
enough. I got you know, flower patches behind me, you know Berry
Bush's tundra trees. Who knows what's over this hill? Point being is there's
nowhere to really confide and report these things with the legitimate authoritative entity of any
kind. You know. Essentially it breaks down to eventually they share with someone
like me or their friends and family. But what do you do with this
shit? You know, there's going to come a tipping point where the avalanche
of evidence is going to be so overwhelming. What do you do with that?
I mean, you have a group of four that are in the biology
field, like legit. And then you got the observers who are you know,
a subset of these observers who are putting out the equipment that they check
their data on, but they're dismissed. The fishing game trooper that they tried
to confide in, he wasn't dismissive, but he had nowhere to take it.
He had nowhere to take the information. He had nothing that he was
going to be able to do on paper. Nothing. And that happens for
so many people. I wonder how many people out there have an experience as
simple as I mean nothing. You know, how many people are seeing something
in the distance and it takes off, you know, probably more than we
can even count. How many people have had these things scream at them in
the deep woods and ain't going to tell nobody. They ain't going to tell
nobody because no one's gonna believe them, you know. And until a lot
of people, you know, they want the physical evidence, Oh I need,
I need to see something tangible. And you know, you gotta be
careful what you wish for. You go out looking for this shit, you
just may find it aggravating aggravating stuff anyway, I shared that with you to
share the main experience I wanted to share with you. There's this story of
eons ago, twenty plus years ago, of the Moultchattny Screamer. Now,
what was told to me by an elder is it was for a total of
about three to four years in this particular area on the Mulchatna River, just
above the mouth of it as it starts getting narrow before it goes back into
the Mulchattena Hills. As it was told to me, there was this guy,
his name was Albert. He went up the Mulchattena in hopes of gold
panning. So he got himself a little camp set up. His little camp
set up was strictly business. He was there to sluice pan and leave.
He wasn't there for wildlife photography, none of that. And he had been
led to believe that the Mulchattana Hills have some ancient riverbed areas and creek areas
that are rich in gold. So, going on this information, Albert sets
up his camp. He's got his little wire mesh for his homemade sluice box
all lined out in camp. He's literally taking the small tin pail back and
forth to the Mulchatta Hills getting coarse samples of dirt. He's piling it up
in a good sized pile next to his sluicing area right and so he's got
this pile, according to what was told to me, it was a good
four foot tall, eight foot round dirt pile to where he had material to
work. He had a whole bunch of paider right next to his station.
So he was going back for a couple more pails and was going to start
as sluicing and then take what he got and move on. So he's gone
a couple hours getting his material. He comes back. Now, the Moltana
Hills aren't very big. They're kind of rolling hills, but there's a group
of them. It's kind of hard to explain. You have to look at
the topographical but Moultana River is like one hundred and forty six miles long or
something like that, but it's not very deep. It's not very wide once
you get up in there. So where he was getting his material was in
a narrower part. His skiff had been drug up as far as he could
with the motor tipped up because it was so shallow. He had it anchored
not too far from his spot. So his trail was to go up into
the Mulchattana Hills, approximately a mile and a half away, where he was
getting this pay dirt and bringing it back. The reason I bring it up
is the trail cuts right along that creek, oh well river, but you
know it's at the headwaters of it, and so you have all these other
streams and creeks feeding into it. So he had to cross a bunch of
these. And as he's crossing back, he's coming back to his sluice area
with his last couple buckets, he notices fresh wet tracks. He wasn't overly
paying attention, but he was aware of bear, so he had his pistolanous
hip at all times, and he had a rifle that he left at his
camp. As he's going along, he figures, oh, okay, a
bear came through here and is heading towards my camp. But my food's all
put up. I'm good, just keeping an eye out for this bear.
He comes back and gets to camp and his four foot by eight foot pile
of pay dirt spread everywhere. His sluice was all knocked over, the sluice
damaged, and the pile of dirt was spread. Nothing else appeared to be
touched. He's looking around, like why would a bear do this? And
then he saw the tracks in the dirt. There's fresh human, huge tracks.
According to what I was told, they were over twenty inches in length,
these human looking tracks, very wide. Heel, you know the routine.
They went off in the direction of where his skiff was. Now he
could almost see where his skiff is from where he was standing when he noticed
the tracks. So he runs a few yards, has his gun out and
is looking for his skiff and doesn't see it. So he's panicking. He
runs down the river along the bank and he sees his skiff just kind of
getting pushed gently. Something had broken the rope and it was just kind of
slowly drifting away, but it wasn't like detrimental. So he runs down there,
grabs it by the broken piece of rope, drags it back, pulls
out another line, anchors it to the bank, starts looking around, goes
back up, follows those tracks. Those tracks lead directly away from his camp
into a scrub of trees, like an island of black spruce and some willows.
He's looking at this little island of trees in the tundra just back from
his camp. So he comes around the tree line where his camp is muskeg
for about almost one hundred yards and then this other standard trees. Now how
it was explained to me is he had retrieved his rifle when he came out
to follow these tracks. And there was big, deep impressions in the mossy
stuff where he could see the impressions in this mossy material. And there's just
a bee line straight to the standard trees. So he's got his rifles pistol.
He automatically when he saw the tracks bigfoot. Albert is not an ignorant
guy from what I was told, but a little too adventurous, a little
too curious. So he gets about half the distance, so he's about fifty
yards from the stand of trees. Now he sees movement in behind the trees,
but he can't make it out. So he starts yelling, hey,
hey, you know, I'm Albert so and so let's talk. What did
you do this for? Nothing? Not a sound? So he squats down.
He's trying to contemplate, man, do I go closer or do I
leave? His curiosity had the best of him. He decides he's going to
go closer, so as soon as he stands up, he slings the rifle
over his shoulder and takes two steps, and all of a sudden, the
screaming starts. Starts in front of him from the stand of trees, and
from behind him another scream. According to what was said to me, a
smaller scream, meaning something smaller screamed in return. So immediately he's walking parallel
in between both these screams. To circle back around to his camp, he
takes a long way around to his camp, which took him approximately almost an
hour, because he did not want any close contact because of the nature of
the scream didn't sit right with him, not at all, so he takes
this hour long detour. Comes back to his camp. There's new tracks in
that dirt that was spread of varying sizes. He felt that there was a
total of four different size tracks. He wanted no part of it, so
he has his outside of his food, which was in a small drum with
a screw tight lid of some kind. Disbear proof that he had hanging in
a tree was no longer there. When he came back, the rope had
been torn. He's basically gathering up some stuff. Right now. As he's
gathering stuff, it dawned on him. Oh, my skiff is further down
now because one of these things broke the line. So he's got this going
on in the back of his mind. There's active screaming going on from that
island of trees. It didn't ever really stop. One scream, short pause,
another scream, short pause, a smaller scream from inside the tree line
by his camp. Ah, geez, I'm trying to put myself in his
shoes to imagine what it's like to have this going on while you're trying to
collect your shit and leave. So he feels like every scream is more and
more directed at him. He's yelling back out, Hey, I'm leaving.
I'm leaving, you know, leave me alone. I'm leaving. I want
nothing to do with it. Just leave me alone, you know. He
kept just yelling at So he's gathering up his stuff and he's going down to
the bank, and the dawns on him. The skiff is further down the
river. Something ripped the line again, and his skiff was just banking along
and not tied to the shore anymok. So immediately he grabs his backpack with
his most important shit, slings a rifle, and grabs his emergency bag with
flares and some other shit in it, runs for the skiff. As he's
running to the skiff, he hears screaming going on behind him, and it
sounds like he's barreling down on him. So he turns around, swings his
rifle in that direction. There's nothing off to his left at the tree line,
stopping and breaking of shit, and he could barely see movement in between
these trees, and he's like, man, leave me alone. He's trembling,
and he fires a shot off in that direction, boom, just making
noise. Basically. As he continues along, the screaming starts again. Now
he's not far from his skiff, but he's so mentally wrapped up in what's
behind him that he's having hard time focusing on getting to the skiff. He
keeps stutter stepping. He fell down a few times, and there's only game
trails that kind of weave in and out from the river bank. There's no
concise line right on that river bank edge, you know, for him to
so he's running around all this shit. He finally gets just below his skiff,
catches his breath a little bit, steps down the river bank and stops
his skiff from continuing on, pulls it over, pulls it up on shore
a little better. He's only in a little eighteen foot lund, which you
know by yourself, can be a pain to manage, but it's not impossible.
It's like a v hole in the front and goes to a flat bottom
in the back. So he pulls it up and he's loading his stuff up
and a scream happens again right behind him. Now terrified, this guy Albert
swings around and starts just shooting because he felt he was in imminent danger.
So he turns around. He just starts unloading his rifle just randomly, which
is not a smart thing to do, but the guy was panicked, so
he empties his rifle, re slings it over his shoulder and is yelling,
you know, explicit, I stcket out of here. You know, I'm
leaving, I'm leaving. So he gets the skiff, he maneuvers it,
swings it around basically because of the shallow depth of where he's at. Because
he's way up there, he has to use oars to push himself along because
it's too shallow to drop the outboard and rip out of there. So as
he's pushing along with the oars, he's got his pistol and rifle right on
the bench seat at his feet. He's pushing along continually looking around him.
Now he only gets about fifty sixty yards into this whole endeavor and the scream
happens again. Just so happens where he's at. There's a little bit of
the bank lowers down and there's a feeder creek that comes in at that point.
When he drifts down to that point, he can see up that little
creek a little ways and he sees two of them jump across and into the
tree line in front of him, off to his right. As he's contemplating,
well, shit, they're following me. He immediately became very emotional and
was sobbing and was crying and almost kind of gave up. He stopped pushing
along with the ore, dropped the ore into the skiff and sat on the
bench and was holding his rifle and had the pistol on his lap. As
this poor guy is contemplating where do I go? He knows he has quite
a bit of distance, for it's deep enough to drop that kicker down and
really make movement. So he decides, well, I'm gonna let the river
bring me down, and once it gets deep enough, I'll drop that out
board and just sit here and watch and wait and see and kind of steer
the skiff's best I can when I need to. As he's doing this,
he hears the screaming again. It's below him and above him and almost right
next to him. He's hearing these Okay, screaming is kind of a it's
kind of like a howl, a growl howl kind of thing that ends in
a high pitched kind of thing. It's really weird. That Dennis video I've
been pointing out to people. That's a very good example of what I'm talking
about. But you don't get the full spectrum of sound with the microphones.
So as he's sitting there contemplating on what do I do with this shit,
he kept hearing stuff falling, stuff falling around, clumps of grass and dirt,
sometimes rocks, sometimes branches will go whibbing by over his head, and
he felt like he was being toyed with, so periodically he would just stand
up from his seated position on a little bench seat and fire shots into the
trees just randomly, which not a good idea, but it just freaked out.
This goes on for a while and he eventually he gets into deeper water
where he can drop the kicker and he fires it up and stay tuned for
more sasquatch out to see. Well right back after these messages. Now,
right as he fires it up and he's starting to putter and get up on
step in the channel, big tree from he doesn't even know where comes flying
out into the water, kind of lands in and it has his water weight
partially blocked. So he veers off to the left and tries to skiff around,
almost loses the outboard because outboard hits and clips this tree. Now he
had to stick his hand back to keep the outboard from flipping up over into
the boat. That's how hard he hit. So he stops that from happening.
His transom's bent and the motor stalls out. Worried that he broke the
shaft for the outboard. So he's got all this shit going on, this
weird screaming happening periodically, and finally he's able to write the outboard, He
repumps it, restarts it, it fires up it has a little bit of
a wobble because the prop was bent, but it was moving, it was
running, and he was out of there. So that's what happened to Albert.
He got out of there after that incident and everything screaming, being accosted,
camp being torn up, food being stolen, and being run out.
Now, these things probably could have had him easily. And that's another thing.
Who knows boggling shit though, because most people get everything they say about
it dismissed by those who are smart or no better. You can't learn shit
in a book. You can read a book about the outdoors all you want,
front to back. You can memorize that shit. But until you put
your foot out in those lids, man, you don't know dick. So
just keep that in mind. No one's an expert. Tell the next one
greeting is this is Fred and Laska. Today I want to share with you
an occurrence that happened to a guy named Caleb. He was up in Electing
Gig. This is back in nineteen eighty eight. He was taken to Rainbow
Valley, which is in the area just a little bit north of Electing Gig.
As they were going back in there the guy that took him or was
a very good friend of his that he had fished on the guy's fishing boat
with him. So his buddy that he had partnered with was, you know,
regaling him with stories of the Harryman or whatever, and he thought nothing
of it, dismissed it, you know, like, okay, yeah,
my native captive. He wants to just tease me about this stuff, you
know, get the dumb white guy to buy into some some bullshit. He
agrees to go. He went with the total mindset of I'm being pranked.
Someone's going to be hiding the bush, try to scare me. So they
went. They were camped out, they're having a good time. So the
guy says, why don't you let me camp here overnight since you're so confident
on doing a Harryman. His buddy was like, no, dude, I
don't care what you believe, you know, which I understand. I wouldn't
allow someone's ignorance to something to be their downfall, especially if I could change
it and do something. So Caleb agrees, says, Okay, we'll stay
here together or whatever. But I'm not feeling what you're feeling. There's nothing
going on here. And he was like, not at the moment, you
know, but let's just hang out. Let's see what's going on. So
there there approximately two nights. As time goes on, Caleb's just giving him
more and more shit, like, dude, you're full of it. You
know, you may have seen something, maybe it was a crippled bear or
something, and you're just tripping. So the morning of the third day,
Caleb wakes up early. He decides he's going to rup some coffee and he
had been looking at this mountain off in the distance. It was one of
the Wood River mountains. He said, I'm going to go and hike that
today by myself. So he's up and prepping. He gets out of his
tent. He's pouring water into the little percolator pot to make some cowboy coffee
over the fire. As he's stoking the fire, he realizes there's something moving
around behind him, and he doesn't know exactly what that is. So he's
slowly kind of turning because he was thinking bar and as he turned around,
this thing was down on all fours and looking him right in the eyes,
about twenty five feet behind him. He couldn't put what he was seeing into
the reality of where he was standing. So he starts laughing. And as
he's laughing, because he can't believe what he's seeing, he laughs out of
nervousness, and this thing mocked his laugh back to him, and that mocking
laugh was a lot louder and deeper, and it woke up his partner,
the local. He did not hesitate. He came out of the tent with
his firearm and commenced to shooting in the air to scare it off, scare
the shit out of Caleb, because he was facing this thing laughing, and
then all of a sudden, gunshots are going off over his head, you
know, not directly, but behind him. This thing stands up and runs
about fifty seventy five yards, hits this initial little tree line, and then
stops and then takes one and uproots it, drops it into place, and
runs off. And they're like, Caleb was trying to ask his friend,
this is really happening, and wake me up, wake me up, and
guys like, it's really happening. There's nothing to wake you up from.
But his partner was saying, it really confused him about the tree thing just
leaving it on the ground. It really confused him. But Caleb was freaked
out, no longer wanted to be camping there. Well, his buddy that
was the captain of the fishing boat and a local I know the guy.
I'm not going to say his name. I haven't talked to him about this
particular situation. He walks back to that tree line and he's armed. But
you know, the only reason he was confident in walking over there is they
heard it and then saw it up above the tree line on the mountain there,
and then they saw it go up over it, so he was confident
it was far enough away. He goes over and checks out the tree that
was pulled up and flopped down. What it had was a bunch of pike
that it had caught with his hand or something laid there, and instead of
losing it, stat I should ripped that tree out and dropped it on top
of it to cover its pike. I found that interesting because that's the first
I've heard of those types of connections. It consciously hit its pike catch.
He leaves the pike alone and comes back over. Now when he was coming
back over, unbeknownst to him, because his buddy was out of yelling range
and wasn't paying attention. He was packing up because he was ready to go.
Caleb said, when he heard him coming in the distance, he whistled
for him. He thought what it was when he turned around is up above
the tree line that he saw what was in front of him just a little
while ago, and it was making the whistle sound. So his partner that
was coming back that just saw the pike on as a branch. He was
hearing it but ignoring it. He didn't want to make any contact with it.
He wanted to just keep going and he could tell it was far enough
away where he wasn't in any real danger. When he makes it back over
to where Caleb is, Caleb had watch this thing come down in the trees.
He saw the trees moving, the shit coming on down to where the
pike were left, watched it fling the tree out of the way, grabbed
the pike, smashed them all up into one hand, and then went right
back same direction, all in the amount of time it took for his partner
to walk maybe seventy five yards the rest of the distance. When he saw
it initially start, the thing was moving fast. That to me is really
compelling, because that wasn't any sign of aggression. To me, that's more
curiosity and that's good to hear. So nothing else happened. They got the
hell out of dodge, but Caleb believes and actually he was asking me if
he could go along on the documentary. I was like, I don't know,
man, I don't know about that, but he really wants to go
back and revisit that area himself without that stress. And I was like,
you realize that stress is going to be there. I said, have you
gone in the woods since without any stress? He was like no. I
was like, well, it's not going to change in that spot. I
could promise you that it may bring you a little bit of peace in the
long run, but it's not going to change nothing. You know. I
want to share with you in experience that happened to Michelle and her husband and
son. They were on a fishing trip up the Nushagak River. I won't
name the lodge, but her husband happened to had worked there years past when
the lodge first opened up, so he was trusted by the owners because he
had his current six pack license. They allowed him to take the skiff with
just him and his wife and son. A six pack license is basically a
coastguard, certified captain of a skiff with the proper training, what have you.
So they went ripping around, you know, they went up above Henry
Salute. They were basically all over the lower part of the Nushghak below Ekwalk
though they went by a place Sophie's Landing that's where they killed the kicker and
would drift and just gone down towards Black Point. So on their drift they
were just having a good time. And further downriver as they were casting and
doing their thing, there was a very very loud whistle, like someone putting
two fingers in their mouth and just whistling really loud and sharp, and they
thought, oh, you know, just down the bend there there must be
some other people whooping it up, someone whistling for someone having a fish on.
So as they continued, they're just drifting away, not thinking nothing of
it. They're not drifting overly fast. They weren't in the swiftest current.
It's something this guy, her husband had done a million times before when he
worked for the lodge. So nothing out of the ordinary, nothing they get
overly concerned about. So as they're discussing what they're going to do once they
catch their first king, whether they're going to go on shore and just on
the beach there or whatever. They heard the whistle again, but this time
when they heard the whistle, it was much closer and parallel to them on
the shore. And after the whistle, they kept hearing a weird chatter sound,
noises and voices. They could not pinpoint a language to it. They
could tell they're there was something going on there, but they couldn't hear enough.
It was just at a hearing range where they couldn't make out what was
going on. Now. Her husband had heard this stuff before, but he
was never able to figure out where the noise was coming from. Because it
sounded distant and non aggressive. There was never any reason to worry. He
never associated that sound with anything detrimental to his health fair enough, you know
a lot of people don't. So they decide they're going to pull up over
there towards short towards the direction of that noise. It had been something that
Michelle's husband, it said, always bothered him, so he wanted to figure
it out. And they had a bear gun, they had a shotgun.
You know. They get over, they bank up and he goes by himself.
Their son at the time was about thirteen fourteen, but not well versed
in the woods. He would only be in the woods long enough to cast
a line really in being a lodge around the campfire. But never know Hansel
and greteline it in the woods or none of that shit. So he goes
the shore along with the shotgun, and he takes a game trail that leaves
from the edge of the Niushagak River. And he was heading due east on
this whole trail and as it cuts back, it goes and hits a stand
of trees, and it cuts through the trees. Isn't anticipating seeing shit.
He just was really curious about this noise because he had heard it periodically,
not every year he was up here, but often enough where it always stuck
in the back of his mind, that noise. So as he's tredging along,
he's got about sixty yards to the edge of the tree line where he'd
planned on stopping. Michelle was watching from the skiff intently, very intently.
Her son's next to her. You think a bear's going to get him,
and she's like, shush, you know, don't say that, And God
forbid, you know, don't want to bear to get him. As her
and her son are talking, they noticed her husband is getting closer to the
tree line there. They were on a straight part of the river. There
was no curve, no bend in the river at that point. There's a
small stand of trees where they banked up and he tied off the bow,
and from that small stand it was kind of open grassy terrain about forty fifty
sixty yards back to the tree line that ran, and it basically skirted the
edge of the river about that distance from it, and there's various game trails
all throughout there. He was watching the trail in front of him and kind
of listening now as he's focused over here to his left, his wife and
son are watching from the skiff something big and dark moving in the woods from
the right, but it was moving slowly and methodically, like it was going
from tree to tree. Now, it's midday and the sunlight was actually illuminating
very similar to how it is to me now. The sun was kind of
in their face. So they were seeing the silhouetted figure in between the trees
moving periodically. So they start yelling, hey, hey, to your right,
to your right, there's someone over there to your right. He turned
and he's like, you know, quiet down, quiet down, because he
was starting to hear this mumbling sound and he was trying to pinpoint it.
He thought they were trying to tell him, hey, we hear it too,
So there was a miscommunication. He was assuming one thing, they were
assuming another. It was just one of those situations. As he's sitting there
listening keenly to what's that noise, it dawns on him it's not coming from
in front of him. The noise is kind of skirting around the tree line,
but it's coming from behind him, so he turns to his right.
That's when Michelle and her son are jumping up and down on the bow.
So he turns and looks at him. Get back here, get back.
There's something right over there. He gets the shotgun hole name. He's not
scared. There's nothing tangible to be scared of. So he's looking and he
can hear this garbled sound getting louder, but still can't make it out.
When she expressed it to me, he had said it didn't sound like the
samurai chatter, but it sounded like gibberish, like a pig Latin of some
kind. He couldn't make it out. It was just a garble of everyone's
while he like a vowel like sound, but it was more like grunts and
chirps. He couldn't put together what it was. So as he's looking,
this thing had slipped around from the direction it just was unseen, even with
being silhouetted by the sunlight, skirted around and was on the trail in front
of him, inside the trees, maybe thirty five forty feet before that trail
hooked off to his right. So he's still focused over here to his far
right, and this thing is off to his left. Now standing in the
trail, Michelle and her son can see it again. They can't see any
facial features. It's silhouetted out, but it's big and it's on two legs.
And finally they get his attention because that garbled sound is still going on,
but it sounds like it's in the direction to his right. He catches
when what they're saying and turns and looks dropped the shotgun. He was so
shocked he'd dropped that shotgun, backed up a couple feet, kind of had
his hands up like he was gonna be robbed. By time he does that
short little motion, the thing was gone, not a sound. So he's
backing up. You know, he's he's making sure he's got around in it.
You know, he slightly pumps it a little bit to make sure that
the round was in there. He backtracks, walking slowly back to the skiff.
When he gets back to the skiff, Michelle's chewing him out for not
listening to them, and he was trying to explain, Look, I was
hearing one thing. I couldn't make out what you guys were saying because of
the noise coming from this direction. You guys's noise from this direction. It
was all kind of intermingling, and I was trying to get a better sense
of what was being said. Now, as they're sitting there at the bank
and he's untying, he handed the shotgun to Michelle and said, keep an
eye. If it comes running up behind me, shoot it. I got
on tie us. It's only twenty feet a line over to the little scrub
brush. So he tells her, you know, if it rushes up behind
me, shoot it. She was like, oh, dear guy, I
don't want to have to shoot anything. He goes, if it's coming to
get me shoot it, so he goes in unties. He gets back to
the skiff, she hands him the shotgun back. He has them scoop back
and get in their seats. He has his son fire up the outboard because
he taught him how to fire it up. So son happily, very happily,
went over and fired it up. He pushes off from the bank,
climbs in and goes to the back and takes control of the outboard, and
he starts backing away from the river bank, and as he's in deep enough
water, he engages it and forward and hooks back up to go back upriver
to their left. When they're facing the bank, he backed up and then
to the left to go further up river, and as they get about a
quarter mile from where they were, it starts to get into these bins.
He stopped and killed the motor again. She asked him, why in the
hell with this thing over there, did you take us up here just to
kill the motor? What are we going to do? Fish? Are you
crazy? Let's get out of here. He goes, No, it came
this direction. I just know it. I'm going to try to get a
picture of it. She tells him let's go now. He wasn't going to
hear that. He was determined to get him a picture of a Harryman because
the shock of initially seeing it and dropping the gun and then grabbing it again,
he had made up his mind. It's here. Now, I'm here.
Now I have a camera in the boat. I'm going to get a
picture of this thing. She warns him, No, don't bank up on
shore again. If we see it from the boat, get your picture.
If not, we need to go. He explains to her that he felt
it went that direction, and he thinks it's going to be coming out of
the tree line at some point, or watching them from somewhere at some point.
So what he wanted to do was slowly drift back down, ready with
the camera and get a picture. Now. Great idea, very good idea.
As they're drifting and he's standing there like a tourist, just waiting his
turn for this thing to step out. Be there something crickets, not thing's
going on. They make it back down to the point where he had beached
and went up. Nothing. Not a thing. So finally he fires up
the outboard hits it in reverse to pull himself away from the bank, get
back into the deeper water, and just as they click it in the forward,
after he'd set the camera down, they heard a scream and the thing
was standing right back over on the trail where he had saw it and dropped
his gun. Standing there clear as day out in the sunlight. He was
already in geared moving that he just shook his head and just opened up and
got up on step got them out of there. There's so many of these
encounters. I don't want to make it seem like there's a hairy man behind
every tree, because there's not. However, if they're around, they won't
make themselves known one way or another. You may not even realize it's them.
They can imitate things to a t, but it changes during the course
of them imitating something. Like with the imitating an owl, for example,
I've noticed is that the first hoot or two will be so natural you would
think nothing of it, but the ones that fall much louder and unnatural.
Same with squirrel, chirps, bear grunts, you name it. Whatever they
imitate, coyote, how wolf, howl. So just be aware when you're
out there in the woods, no matter where you are. From my understanding,
this is kind of one of the universal things that universal behavior grant you,
its speculation and anecdotal. However, you hear it enough times, you
got to start taking part of it serious. Imitating animals is kind of their
thing. So if you're ever out in the woods and you start hearing imitations
of things, and you could tell someone imitating it sounds like it's eight hundred
pound gorilla trying to imitate. AWL wanted to reevaluate sitting there, waiting there
and trying to figure it out, bad stuff could happen. Check out the
interactive map Subarctic Alaska Sasquatch all one word dot com. Just click on the
map. You can zoom in. You'll see little pin markers of encounters and
experiences. The map has marker pince and those marker pins you touch it,
it'll bring up a video of an encounter that I've shared with you guys from
that area, so you can put what I'm telling you in the context of
the position on the state of the map. Anyway, thanks for joining me,
and we'll catch you on the next one. They say you don't gotta
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