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I got to sit down and talk to Fred from Alaska, and I have
to be honest with you. Fred had some of the most hair we encounters
with Sasquatch that I have frankly ever heard anywhere. One of the main encounters
that he's going to talk about here, it's a situation very similar to what
happened in eight Canyon back in nineteen twenty four. He, one of his
elders and one of his cousins were pinned down in a cabin and they were
surrounded by a group of Sasquatch and they had to shoot their way out of
this situation. It's some of the most fascinating stuff that I, frankly ever
heard. I think you're really going to enjoy this. I'll let Fred tell
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to the show. It is spread from Alaska. Welcome to the show man.
Hey, thanks for having me, Brian. I appreciate it. I
am glad to have you. Man. So let's get right into it.
Let's talk about this bigfoot thing. Why don't you start out with what got
you interested in the subject to begin with. It's in my culture. I'm
a chill Young Tribal council member from Bristol Bay, Alaska. We were raised
with the knowledge of the hairy wrong. We were warned from a young age
that they'll steal you and eat you. As a kid, I was a
savvy kid. I figured out, geez, so they're just trying to keep
me out of the woods. But at nineteen eighty three, I was walking
back to my little treeport I was gonna go work on and I thought I
saw one of my uncles, because he's over six foot tall. I thought
I saw him in the willows, and I was sicking hop crap. But
then I looked again and they was looking at me. They swayed back to
fork a little bit and then screamed at me, and so I ran right
back to my grandma's house. But we were raised with the knowledge, don't
whistle in the woods, don't follow the whistles in the woods, And we
didn't have an oral history of trading with them in the past or anything like
that. It's always been adversarial. It was never there your friend. It
was never anything like, it's your forest friend. We were always told go
the other way. We see tracks, go the other way if you hear
him, that kind of thing. And even though that one screamed at me.
A little later that fall, we ended up going to moose Camp,
which we would take a thirty two foot fishing boat up the Nishigak River and
use that fishing boat as basic and take the skip around to go moose hunt.
And it was on that trip in eighty three we ended up that Black
Bluff which is by Angel Bay, which is at the titles on of the
New Chigak River, and we got grounded on a gravel bar and the tide
was going out, so we knew we were he'd be stuck there for a
while. As we were there, some older cousins were like, hey,
we'll take the younger ones sport fishing for salmon, to keep them busy and
give them out of the hair because they were worried about the boat tip.
And then they were doing some other stuff. So we hopped in the skip,
and as we were backing away, we had heard some screaming, but
we weren't really we're kids. We're trying to rig up our rods and reels
and all that kind of stuff. And my dad and my uncles were waving
us back over to the skiff, and again we were kids, not paying
attention. But as soon as we got back up to the bigger fishing boat
and started getting told to get off, then the screams became very abundant and
clear, very loud, very piercing. We get inside the cab at the
pro because they wanted us inside. Just as we got inside, rock started
being thrown from up on Black Bluff now where we'd work, or to the
bluff. We were about seventy yards from the bluff, and the bluff was
about sixty feet high sixty five feet high at that point. As soon as
we were inside the cab of the boat, the rock started throwing, and
on the back of that boat. We had an eighth frame out of two
by four with tark over it for our most quarters to hang on. One
of those rocks hit so hard it knocked one of the quarters off of that
brace beam, and that's when my uncles opened fire on it. I remember
before they ushered us further down in where there was no windows, where the
sleeping area is. Just before that, I remember seeing that thing fall,
jump back up and start throwing more rocks and more shots. In the kid's
mind, it seemed like it took forever. Honestly, I don't remember exactly
how long that whole thing was going on, because you would hear screams,
you'd hear rocks hit the boat, and then you'd hear another volleyed shots.
And that went on for a while. All us kids ended up falling asleep
and we woke up back at the harbor in the wee hours of the morning
whenever we got there. And it's really weird in the village. Usually it's
not talked about after it happens. There's a large superstition that you talk about.
It'll bring them out, it'll bring them to you. It'll bring a
bad home and bad fishing seas and someone could die. Things of that nature,
and that still runs really strong even to this day. And I don't
knock it, but we're in a day and time to where it's more public
safe, you know what I mean, because there's some bad actors out there
in the woods Man And going on through the years, we've had several sidings
at the ferry patches, seen them at distance from Sunshine Valley, Bear Bay,
up the Agolawalk River. The whole wood Chicks Steak Park. Literally,
that whole place is just inundated with sidings and various things like that. We
saw a female in ninety five. We were coming up on this alpine meadow
and I was with a couple cousins, and we were looking for woodland caribou,
which are a little bigger than your standard caribou, more like a rain
geer as far as size, because caribou were small. So we're up there
looking for some of these things. And we came up on this meadow and
it was a bunch of dead grass. It was that strawberry blonde kind of
colored dead grass, and it was about three and a half four foot tall.
And as we're up there on this little bit of a bowl. We
were up on the slightest bit of a rise in it was foot bowl,
and then it was like the tundrug, kind of mixed with the grass.
And then about eighty yards off to our right was the tree line going back
down. As we're sitting there, the wind blew from behind us, and
we wouldn't have saw this thing if that wind didn't blow. It blended in
so seamlessly. It was like a duckling in the grass. But as soon
as that wind blew, we saw it, and it immediately saw us was
where we were seeing it, and she stood up. She was about almost
seven foot tall, not very big, but she was the same color as
that grass, strawberry blond. And she screamed and then took off running and
cleared that eighty yards and just gone. As soon as she hit the trees.
Because of her coloring, she just disappeared. We heard her crash and
breakthrough and stuff, but she was gone. She was out of there.
There's gosh, there are so many different times. Let's see later on.
Actually, a couple of weeks after that, we were coming back from Manachotac
on the Manicota Trail on four wheelers, which is usually that's just a snow
machine route because there's so much muskeg and marsh. We were taking four wheelers
and we were coming back and there's about seven wheelers and there's about eleven people.
There's about three or four real young kids, and I was in my
late teens. Well, we get up to this point in the marsh.
We're about the halfway pote between Manicotac and Billingham, and the lead our wheeler
broke through the tundra in the marsh, so we were stuck for a minute.
Now, we're in a wide open area. Off to our right hand
side, there was some trees, but it was about one hundred yards away
where the tree line started. So we're in a pretty wide open area.
And it seemed out of nowhere. Off to our right at a ninety degree,
this thing was standing out there. It was a large male close to
ten foot tall. I would say, look gangly, like a Chewbacca.
And it tongue popped at us. That sound you hear what they call it?
What k not? This thing was tongue popping at us. I tongue
popped twice. One of the kids was like, should we shoot it?
And everyone's like no, be quiet, and then after it funk pop twice,
it just screamed and then took off running. When it took off running,
it was moving so fast. It was like shooting a rooster tail of
water running across the Muskeg. It was a damned saying, because I mean
that funk pop even at one hundred yards, you can damn there feel it
in your chest. It was real. I's just there's so many different encounters
like that, the ones that really stick with me and caused me to do
the website, interactive map and all that. It happened in two thousand and
six, because for the sake of time, I'll give you an abbreviated So
we went up to go gold panning River Moss from a billion world so it's
out there. We stayed at an old salmon counting tower station, which was
basically a glorified box. It was eight foot square and it had a fifty
stop trailer up the back bit. So we get there with all our stuff
in this twenty two foot skiff and it was a couple hours before dark.
We were there to be worker beasts for our elder. You know what I
mean, that's just village life. So we unload everything, and my elder
and my cousin. This is just four dark. We got done eating.
I was standing there and on the way up, I had just bought this
new shotgun. It was a rifle barrel was going to be my slug gun
friend. The brush and the rear ghost ring was off, so I was
messing with that rear sight. Time goes by, my elders talking to us
about how he wants how many buckets he wants from this spot, how many
buckets from that spot so he could sluice for feedert or whatever as these book
draw all that, and I'm messing with that site. It was about a
half hour after dark, and the whole place just it was like a stiff
wind hit the place. Now, this place is only eight foot square two
by four construction five flywood, and you had an eighteen by twenty four inch
window on either side. It was like, what the hell was that?
It wasn't the wind. And when I looked over to my left where my
cousin was sitting, there was a gap between his shoulder and the top of
the window, and I saw something dark moves. We're on a salmon river,
I assumed. There he grabbed the thirty odd to six. I grabbed
the twelve gage and we had this money in candlewak power spotlight. I don't
know if you seen those. It took the old six bolt batteries. Anyway,
we had one of those with a fresh battery, and so we figured
we'll run this bear off. Swing open the door. And this door was
just held there with the little javook in our little islet. It was a
glorified box. So we pushed it open and we checked the riverbank site for
no bear, and we take one step out. We're literally eighteen inches outside
of this door. The door is still open, and I paanmed to the
left that spotlight, and once I hit the tree line off where I left
at about ten o'clock position, we saw three sets eye shine. They were
very large red. They reminded me of fence post markers. Typically these things,
when you put a light on them, they'll duck. They'll try to
obscure their view of you and all that right, they'll try to duck it
high. These things didn't give a rat's ass. They just stood there.
What they look like as far as they're coloring and all that, I couldn't
tell you because everything went the eye shine and everything within us was just like
we duck right back in and I shut that little jaylook before what good that
would do? So as we're standing there, it was like we had ear
muffs on. All of a sudden, the pressure was weird. I don't
know if you've ever been on a plane and gears haven't pucked. So the
person standing next to you talking sounds like they're ten feet away and walking through
a glass or something. It was very similar to that. I'm telling my
elder, Hey, there's three sets of eye shine, and there's a hairy
man out there. And I'm asking my cousin, did you see what I
seen? As I'm speaking to him. All of a sudden, he's underneath
that card table they were playing cribbage at just a moment before he had a
death grip on the rifle. He was holding it by the barrel, in
it like you would have paddled, but it looked like he was seizing up.
But he was looking across the room at the window off to my right
hand side, and me and my elder looked at each other and we looked
down at him, and this is all happening way faster than me telling you
about it. So when we look down at him, we see he's looking
across at that window just less than three feet from me, because again it's
eight foot square, no room in there. Me and my elder turned to
look at the same time, and this thing's face was in the window and
it was looking down at It doesn't at first, and then when once my
head fully turned and made contact with the eye contact it turned, it looked
right at me. I only saw from the bottom of its nose to the
top of its eyebrow in eighteen inches. It startled me so hard. Every
fiber in my being wanted to run away, but it was stuck in my
skin. It was like an electrical shock. It was real stunning. This
thing started moving after it hurled his brow and looked right at me and then
started moving out of you. And just everything inside me was like, bend
yourself, bend yourself. And I shot three times through the wall with that
shotgun. The loudest scream. The whole place shifted with that scream. It
was like simultaneous. It almost took me off my feet. Remote structures in
Alaska aren't allowed to permanent. They got to be on skids. Are easily
movable, and so I thought it was going to push us in a river.
It just screamed, went quiet after the shift, and my elder just
retreated back into that little tebby area where the sleeping area was, and I
basically sat there for more than a handful of hours. It was real stressful.
I ended up yelling at them to help me. My cousin was just
not useful. He was out of it. He was babbling. I tried
to get the thirty odd six, but he had such a death grip on
it and it was loaded. I didn't want to risk anything else happening,
a bad or whatever, but so I sat there for hours. Honestly,
I kept contemplating how they were going to kill me. It's hard to put
into words, but I had to stop shaking like a leaf. I had
to accept that I wasn't going to see the other side of it, and
once I came to terms with my own mortality, I was able to start
thinking it was white knuckle man. I was gripping that shotgun so hard my
hands hurt. I had to pump that stupid Coleman lantern every once in a
while with the white gas man, and to this day. I still can't
have any bright light above my head or listen to that single a lamp.
I just can't do it. It's just too much. And I sat there
envisioning how they're going to kill me. After a little more and a handful
of hours, my cousin started making sense again, because for the longest time
he would babble. Every once in a while, he wet himself. So
get him back with me, so to speech, I told him, hey,
I shot it. It ran away. I shot it. We're okay,
it ran off. Anything to get him back in it with me,
because again my elder wasn't responding. I didn't have nice things to say to
either one of them because I was sitting there freaking out. So he gets
up, We get him changed out, and I'm asking him, why did
you fall under the table? What happened that you fell under the table?
And from what he told me was is as we were standing there, it
was a little further back from the window and in direct eyesight for him,
and it showed his teeth to him and it freaked him out. So when
he went under the table, that's when this thing came in closer to the
window and was looking down at him when we saw it, so he saw
it first, it showed its teeth, freaked him out, and then I
turned and saw it shut through the wall. So we sit in discussed for
a while. I would say probably seven hours have gone by from when I
shot through the wall, give or take, because it was real. In
those moments of trauma, it seems like time slows down. You know what.
I mean to give an exact time, I wouldn't be able to do
it. But anyway, so once we started thinking as a group again,
we decide we're going to make a break for the boat and maybe use the
spotlight to see because typically we don't travel in the dark. It's just too
dangerous on the river. But considering the circumstances, we were willing to make
do so we formulate this game plan. When we had gotten there the anchor
line. With the anchor it was the spoon type that kind of kicks out
and has the two spades that against We had drug it all the way over
into the tundra and dug it into the pundra, which there was about fifty
feet a line or tethered. We're mitigating that end in my pocket knife.
I'm like you got to cut that line and fuck the acre. We'll get
out of here, formulate our game plan, and he's let's look out the
windows and see if we can see them. So we just don't walk right
out into a trap. So we had to kill the lamp because we're getting
the mirrored effect from the comb lantern. So we killed the lantern and we
beam out the river bank side and we see nothing, and believe me,
we were looking real hard. Then we hit the side we saw the inland
side from the river. We beamed over where we saw the three sets eye
shine and there was nothing there. It was so quiet again the whole time
for the start to finish it. It was like those gear muffs were on.
And so as we're talking and we're beaming back, there was an old
outhouse about forty feet off kitty corner, up the back corner of this place
that hadn't been used in forever, but it was still standing. It was
about eight foot tall. Everything out there was made with minimum cuts. They
were odd shapes and stuff, single side proofs, that kind of thing.
So once we get over to that outhouse, we see this huge black silhouette.
It wasn't immediately right behind the outhouse. It was a little bit back.
It was rough destination. I'm a partner by trade, so I guesstimate
about thirteen or fourteen football every bit of five five and a half foot wide.
It took us a minute to figure out what we were looking at because
it was absorbing the light. It wasn't given into back in eyeshine, nochine
to the hair, nothing. It was just like a big black nothing that
was there for us. We killed that light and we ducked back into that
little cubby and I don't know exactly how long we were tucked back in there,
but we had barrel's crossmen with white knuckle terror. We were past crying
half gibberis, trying to figure out what do we do now? It was
very difficult, to say the least, It was very difficult, And stay
tuned for more sasquatch Otasy were right back after these messages. It was dead
quiet too. Once we took back in there, it was pitch black.
We couldn't see our hands in front of our faces. But for whatever reason,
we had barrels crossed and we were ready to shoot anything that made us
sound. At that point, nothing happened. Dead quiet. So as it
was staying quiet for a while, we started calming down and started re talking
about this game plan, will getting to this gift. Now. As we
were discussing things, nothing was coming with us. Just important pape works,
Jever's linse, that kind of stuff, Ammo. Important stuff to get out
of there, all the gold panning stuff. My elder spent two years acquiring,
all this portable stuff. Must have had thousands of dollars worth of stuff,
but we were leaving it all. It was irrelevant at that point.
So once we get our game plan gone again, it seemed every time we
were gearing up to have the gumption to make a go of it, something
else would happen. We were sitting there talking in like rotor washed from helicopter.
That folk sound, but it was in the near distance, and we
started feeling it in the ground. It was one of these things, and
it ran by the place. Hindsight, I think they were checking us if
we were going to shoot again. I'm not sure. Again, it's speculation.
So it runs by, feel it in the ground, and it was
like there was other ones around the place. So as soon as the one
ran by, other ones started running around this place. In different directions,
and you could build the different weights just from the impact on the ground.
You could sense which ones were heavier, which ones were lighter, or whatever.
But they did that about four or five times over the course of fifteen
minutes. And during the second time they did that, we could hear one
of them snipping the trailer on the outside. It was beyond creepy. So
that happens, it goes dead quiet again. It was really trying because when
you're in a situation like that, your natural instinct is to run. You
want to bolt out of there, You want to get the hell out dodge.
But I knew better. My cousin. We had been kicking around this
little sixteenth thingy nail since we got there. It just laying on the ground,
was all bent up and rusty. But he was talking about, let's
nail the door shut with that nail, and I'm like, stay with me,
man, that nail is doing nothing. So yeah, I was trying
to keep him from going back under the table, so to speak, because
it was a little hit and miss there. And it was really hard because
these aren't just weekend war years wallflowers man work from the village. We lived
the subsistence lifestyle, you know, I mean subsistence hunting all that. It
wasn't just something we did for fun. It was truly our life. And
seeing him in that position was really hard. I didn't lose respect for them.
There was bonds being broken between us because of this stuff. Anyway,
the snipping happens, they the running around stops. How long of time went
on, I don't know exactly, because again we were filled with terror,
but some time had passed, it had calmed down, it was quiet.
So we calmed down. We reinitiated our escape plan, which we were going
to get to the skip. He was going to fire it up. I
would help our elder down because we were on a cut bank. It's six
m feet high off of the river and twenty feet from the front of the
door. It felt like ten miles away. But on the cut bank,
the grass was there and it was pretty steep. So my elder, he
was in his mid late sixties, he wasn't, you know, like feeble,
but he wasn't spry. He wasn't just going to get up and run.
We're going over all that. How we're going to work it out,
and we get right up to the door. And at this point it's starting
to get light outside, not enough where you could fully see. The light
had changed on the horizon. Daylight was coming. And so as we're sitting
there talking and getting our game plan, all of a sudden, the wall
that we were in front of, which was by the door, there was
no windows on that side, but we heard this. It sounded like someone
shooting a teleg gun at the place. It was this sound, and the
cadence increased until it was just like ailstorm of all these little rocks they were
throwing and boom. We retreated right back into that little cubby. It really
felt like we were being messed with. I was scared shitless, but I
felt anger like they're toying with this because every time we were getting ready to
make them go for it, something else would happen. It calms down,
it gets lighter out, it's light enough to what we don't need the big
flashlight. I could see to the trees. Everything under the tree line,
though was still silhouetted because it was dark, but everything was in shadow.
But I could see clearly to the tree line, and we looked out there
was nothing, so it was go time. He was in front of me.
I was right behind him, with the elder behind me. I had
my elder's old wing Master shotgun man. That thing was there, just the
emateth of a twelve gage. Jesus, it was big and long. I
had that slung over my shoulder. I had the thirty odd six. I
had my cousin the twelve gage because it was a little shorter for him to
be in first out the door or whatever to get down to the skiff.
So we go out the door and it was like we rehearsed it our whole
lives. Man, we were bloom right to the edge. He jumped down.
I held my helder from behind me come around. I knelt down because
the grass had two on it. He was getting his footing and stuff in
that twelve gage, being slung over my shoulder was pushing me forward. So
once he got his footing, I screwed it back just maybe four six inches
something like that, grabbed the thirty odd six and stood up, And when
I came to full height, this rock, a little bigger than a basketball,
literally whizzed right front of my face. Immediately everything with slow motion.
I locked onto that rock and it flew and then impacted a part of the
river that was about three feet deep. It hit so hard on this fast
moving river that you were here to hit the bum like cora before the water
closed over it. It hit hard from the distance I'm guessing it was thrown,
which was at that tree line. It had to have already been in
the air by time I stood up. So these things are very good at
throwing rocks norm because it anticipated where I was going to be when it threw
it. It had to just creepy shit. The rock impacts and it was
like, what was really weird is outside of the big black nothingness. Once
that rock hit the bottom of the river and crack, our hearing was back
to normal. Everything went. I heard that impact real clearly. Everything was
crisp and sharp. In with the hearing, I turned my left and that's
where the big black one was coming out of the tree line. The way
it was moving was like it was floating. You couldn't see any articulation of
the limbs or anything. It was just coming out and I assumed that was
the one that threw the rock. So I've shot it three times with the
thirty odd six, that same thirty odd man. I don't know if you're
a hunter. I've ever shot, but we killed Walrus with that rifle,
the exact same one, two thousand plus pounds. Walrus killed him a shot
or too dead missing. I hit it three times. I heard the bullets
impact. It just stopped moving. It just stopped moving forward. But it
didn't flinch, it didn't fuckle, it didn't nothing. It just stopped moving
forward. And that's when I jumped off the bank. My freaking cousin didn't
cut the line. So I'm young at him throw the knife, but he
had that out forward, running but he had it idol really high because it
was cold, but he was trying to ship at the same time, and
I'm telling him the idol down. Throw me the knife. Was a bit
chaotic there for a second. He throws me the knife. I cut the
bow line and I'm putting the chink because there's about ten to twelve feet of
chain before the regular rope, and I'm putting that into the skiff. I
set the thirty six down in there, and he had, for some reason,
dropped my shotgun on the river bank, and I was gonna grab it,
but you know, with what was going on, he got it shifted.
I shoved my elder in. He had sat down on the edge with
his feet outside of the skiff, and he's sitting on the edge, and
I shoved him in because he was taking way too long to get loaded up
in the skiff, so I shove him in. He falls back, bruised
his wrists pretty good. He turns around. He's facing the front towards me
along with my cousin, and as I'm getting the chain in and all this
is happening, he just got it into reverse and both their eyes get real
big and they're looking up back behind me on the river bank. So I
looked back and I saw a shin just up to the knee of this thing
standing over me, back behind me. I don't think it was all black
one, because this one had dark hair, but the tips were like an
auburn red, a cinnamon red. But anyway, I push off. He
backs out of little ways and I'm immediately in the bow trying to get more
rounds into the thirty odd to six. And as I'm doing so, my
vision is just going total vision. Man, hard the stress, it was
just so jacked up. So I'm putting rounds in the sing and we're cutting
back and forth. I noticed we're swaying. I found out later that the
reason he was swaying. I thought he was just trying to break friction and
get up on step, but what he was doing was avoiding the rocks they
were throwing that outboard. The back of the transom of the skiff ended up
with some good knots in there from rocks we had thrown, cracked the cowling.
They were in the process of trying to stop us from getting out of
there, but luckily we got going enoup and got up on step and got
out of there. But we left everything a shot down, all the sluicing
stuff. The only stuff we had with us was it closed on our back
pockets full of AMMO and important stuff like our driver's license. That's what we
left with. I don't even know how much money overall was lost in that
excursion, but that's one of the driving forces of why I started the website
and the YouTube channel to get the word out, because there's so many forest
Friends stories and that might be true in some places, but up here in
Alaska, there's a serious predatory side to these beings up here, and my
experience on the river is not special. There's a couple of handfuls of people
who have dealt with similar things to put shots on these things to keep them
back, because for whatever reason that area they get hyper aggressive. So many
people have experiences out that way. It is a very dangerous place in my
field. And I've never up until two thousand and six, I would have
told you, hey, they scream, they break stuff, you leave,
You're good. Once I saw the flip side of that coin to where they
were actually attempting to lure us out. Have we not seen the three sets
eye shrink, we would have walked right around that corner right into his hands,
like right into his arms. It just creepy stuff. And to be
honest with you, Brian, in this me up for about four years,
man, I drank heavy. No one would hear us. My relatives weren't
communicating with me because again, during those moments of trauma, I was calling
them all sorts of bitches, trying to get them to help. I was
sitting there terrified and I needed someone to help. In those moments of fear,
I was lashing out. Yeah, it was. Sometimes it still bothers
me, other times it doesn't. But going out in the woods is a
perhaps shoot. There's times that doesn't bother me at all, and other times
it'll get super quiet in the woods and I just get creeped out, Paddy,
and it's just real hard to sit still in the woods. But yeah,
those circumstances is why I do what I do now to get the word
out to people that hey, there's something different up here going on. Our
oral history it dictates as much. And again I took it serious that they
were real, but the whole eating people, I didn't initially bought it at
for a long time until two thousand and six because up until then, all
I saw was they would run a link, they would break stup, or
we would leave. But it was never that personal, that in your face,
we're gonna get you. But yeah, it destroyed our relationship. I
talked to my cousin twice in almost twenty years. I haven't spoken to my
elder since he since passed away. Yeah, man, a last eight no
joke, man, definitely sounds like it. I want to go back.
There's several questions that I have. I want to go back to the scream
The screams you referenced a couple of times some of the earlier scenarios, and
then when you guys had this thing in the cabin, let's talk a little
bit about I know it's difficult to do, but can you give us sort
of a something as a reference point to maybe describe what the scream sounds like
that you guys are here. Initially, the one up on the bluff,
it started off what I got every kind of siren where it goes starts up
low and then ends up real high pitched but very powerful. The other ones
were very forceful, not as long, and they didn't go as low and
octive. They were very high pitched, very piercing, very powerful. Geez,
it's really hard to go well over one hundred and twenty decibels over.
I've since gotten into competition car stereos and stuff, and I know decibels.
And these things were, especially the one outside that little shack when it screamed
and the whole place shifted. At the same time, the pot that my
elder had made our dinner in was sitting on one of those little Coleman stoves,
and it rang like a tuning fork. It was powerful, ear piercing.
Powerful. Again in the shack though, it was like we had those
ear muffs on them, so it was different. It wasn't as piercing,
but you could still you could feel it in every five year being that whole
place reverberated with that screen. And again it wasn't a very long screen.
It was pretty short, considering it was just very tenths. It's a powerful
thing. The lower pitch part of it. A few of the times I've
heard the lower end of it is not as traumatizing as once it gets up
into that high woman being murdered pitch. That upper range in the octave is
what really can discombobulate you, you know what I mean. It grabs the
holdie, is what it does. Gosh. Yeah, that's the best analogy
I can think of, is it? You feel it through and through.
Let's talk a little bit about the oral history that you mentioned, because that's
one thing that has come up over and over. I just finished a book
a couple of months ago that'll be out here in February, and that's one
of the things I talk a lot about in the book is the oral traditions
of the Native Americans and the First Nations, people who have relationships or have
had relationships with Sasquatch. Harry man, bigfoot, whatever you want to call
them throughout the years. Like you said, it's not the forest friends.
They're not singing kumbah yah and holding hands in the wild with these things.
Can you talk a little bit about that, because I've interviewed so many many
people, some that come to mind very recently, who claim to have almost
like habituation situations with these things, where they're claiming that their babysitting their babies
and they're coming and you know, they're feeding them candy and all this kom
by y'all stuff, And then I hear stories like yours, and I'm sure
at some point the truth lies somewhere in the middle for people. My thinking
has always been, if these things are apex predators, and they are what
I think they are, they're very dangerous. And I think that a lot
of people who tell their stories and it seems to be a lot more coon
by y'all, tend to throw up some red flags for me, because when
I hear stories like you, that's almost what I envision these things to be
in my mind is some sort of a monster. I'll give you a little
bit of it from an elder of mine who is in her nineties right now,
part of her oral history, which but incorporates into all of our oral
history, so to speak, because every family has their own oral history,
and under those oral histories you'll have the same types of the hairy Man,
the little people, pushed tata, things of this nature, and down States
you got skin walker and all the rest. Right, she was telling me
that back in the sixties on on Alaska Island, one of these things was
imitating a known baby to lure them out of their are a known child.
Oh, I get the chill stinking of the cunning behind that, this creature
prying on a woman's natural instinct to draw her out with a known baby,
mimicked it identically, her and another relative out of the apartment, and they
tried to look for the baby and didn't see it. And luckily they saw
the hairy man before it noticed right where they were. They were able to
duck inside, and this thing staring at him through the window. That's just
the level of cunning. And then there's also all the stories that we heard
from my grandma and my aunt Lucy and whatnot about them using bone knives,
stealing fish, a long oral history of people going missing. That's The thing
I wanted to incorporate as well is this five hundred to two thousand people go
missing up here every year. Now by no means my saying, oh the
harry Man got them all. No, I believe there is cases where that
happened because it is technically it's a part of our oral history up there,
you know what I mean. And a lot of people think that shouldn't your
oral history be written down? No, if there was a non oral history,
it would be a written history. Right from all the stories and stuff,
it's always been one of severe mischief, flipping boats, breaking small houses,
to stealing fish, stealing people. There was some oral history from Flicknick
where they caught a young harry man, dug a big pit, put this
thing in the pit and had it covered up for about four or five days.
On the fourth or fifth morning, according to the oral history, this
was at their original village. They're at their third incantation of Polygnik right now,
but before all the river freeze ups in the moving of the village we're
talking over a hundred years ago, they had this sing in a fit and
the fourth or fifth morning they heard in you pick helped me. I'm cold
feed me. I'm hungry coming from in the pit. So they moved the
stuff and look in there, because every once a day they would feed this
thing, some fish or whatever, trying to figure out what to do with
it. And it turned out to be a missing woman that had been missing
for two years now. According to the oral fishing, she was kidnapped,
turned into one, and being away from them she transformed back. Now me,
I lean more towards prisoner exchange, but then again I wasn't there,
and that oral history, I can't dismiss it, you know what I mean,
even though I haven't personally seen it. Something that I'm sure you understand
since you did some study on it. Our oral history is very important to
keep us safe. So where we know where the fishing grounds are, where
we know where the hunting grounds are, where the safe passages are, all
of that. It's taken very seriously when we share our stories as they're called,
so I take it serious. I just I have a hard time with
the shape shipping thing just because it's contemporary age. I haven't seen that,
but that doesn't mean it doesn't mean Dick, it could have been just as
they portray it. It's just one of those things, but a long history
of you can't trust them, they'll turn your back on them, they'll eat
you, they'll still your kids. Nothing good, nothing nice. There was
never once that they said, oh, teach you how to weave a basket,
none of that shit. It was all just all bad, nothing good.
Let's talk a little bit about you mentioned it about the website and the
interactive map. Obviously this drove you to action to tell other people about your
story and to protect other people. Frankly, talk a little bit about the
website that you mentioned, Talk about the interactive map. Where can people find
that and what can they expect to see when they get there? And stay
tuned for more Sasquatch out to see. We're right back after these messages at
Subarctic Alaska Sasquatch dot com. On the website, there's a map and if
you click on the map, it has markers of all the encounters and stuff
that I collected pinpointed on the map. So when you zoom into an area
you clicked on a marker, it's embedded with my YouTube channel. It'll pull
up the corresponding encounter video from that area, and that gives people an idea
of oh that on the Keynoten's level. Over here, they got screened at.
Some things got thrown, and it's not there to scare anyone. It's
just like being far aware, you know what I mean. You got to
know the potential dangers of going into a place, because I get stories all
the time from people that have held onto their encounters because of the ridicule for
thirty forty several of them fifty plus years, just because they didn't want to
get the ridicule. In a lot of nat of people that I talked to,
they think I'm foolish for sharing because they say that gus sucks. Don't
listen, they don't believe, So why waste your breath. But for whoever
lives here or whoever's visiting here, it can mean a lot. It can
be the difference between being Mary Wilson or whoever that ends up missing without a
trace and no possible cause of why they're missing without a trace. She left
her grandson, a two year old, in the backseat of her truck a
year ago July twelfth. She was reported missing the fourteenth. They found her
truck, two year old in the back grandson and she was gold on.
Why was she gone missing. People cases like that that really are really strange.
Same with a caribou on her the same year. A couple months later,
he goes missing up by coldfoot tracking dogs would not track. He just
proof disappeared like the fart and win man just gone. And there's countless stories
like that man, a lot of them from the village and everywhere else.
So it's public santy for me. And when I share other people's experiences,
I don't sensationalize anything. I keep the integrity of the oral history by stating
just what they stated to me and I leave it at that. I don't
add to it. I just catch on the next one and leave it at
that. But yeah, that's that's what the map's about. And there's just
over two hundred markers on it right now, with the channel and stuff like
that I've taken on. Hey, even if you just need to get it
off your chance and don't want it published or public, that's fine. So
if I was able to publish everything that I have, I would have well
over five hundred videos at this point. But a lot of people, especially
the Native people, that's superstition is still so ingrained. Even when talking to
them on the phone, they'll start whispering, but it'd be hard to hear
because they don't want to talk out loud. They don't want to changibly bring
on the bad moments. So I got to respect that. So I just
I don't publish their stories. I just keep them walked away or whateverever you
put it. But yeah, anyone can make fun of it until it happens
to them. Once it becomes real, there's no way around it. Have
you had other experiences with these things after you had that experience in two thousand
and six, or have you pretty much stayed out of the woods the following
year because I knew if I stopped going out in the woods, ind I
knew I'd never go back. It's in my blood. I still got in
the woods in this day the following year, cause with two separate cousins and
we were just taking one of my relatives up to No Austria Hawk to drop
month for moose hunting. It was at the end of the salmon season,
just before hunting season. So you have a period from like late July to
late August where there's nothing happening, there's no fishing and there's no hunting yet
so you have a month's leeway to dick around with your fishing money or whatever.
So the three of us head up and we caught the late tide.
So we ended up happened inadvertently. We camped in the worst spot we possibly
could, which was at end of the bluffs south of Ekwalk, just between
Ekwok and the Cockwalk River. We were right between the Cockwalk River at the
end of the bluff, and according to what they say in Eggwalk, that's
the worst place to be. Well, anyway, we found out. We
pulled up, and don't mistake what I'm telling you, we were whooping it
up. We were having a good time. I had hurt my hand that
year. I crushed the median nerve in my right hands. I had that
bandaged up and whatnot, But it was no big deal because we weren't really
doing anything strenuous. We set up a little pop tent because it got too
darkn sea on the river. There was a bunch of beetlekilt sproofs that we
cut down, started a big bonfire, and about oh, not quite two
hours after dark. We weren't polluted drunk, but we had a buzz.
You know what, I mean, But all of a sudden we hear a
natural alhoop. It was off to our left, seeing about sixty yards away
or so roughly, but it sounded just like the regular bart out who got
nothing of it. A moment later, there was an imitation out hoot from
behind us, about one hundred yards off of our left, back behind up
on this ridge. That was obviously not an owl. It was a good
imitation, but it was so loud. There's no eight hundred pound owls out
there, and so we heard that, and that really caught our attention.
Our little ships and giggles all screeched to a halt. Immediately we started piling
up that bonfire, and across the river we heard another owl hood imitation,
very loud. It was so loud, in fact, that you could almost
feel it in your clothes. And the river at that point is about eighty
yards wide. It was loud. As soon as that one did its out
hoot thing. Then the natural ale hoot happened again, but this time it
was obviously imitated and very loud. And then it was like it went in
a circle, and we all get back to back with our rifles. We
got this bonfire going so hot and so tall that a little pop up tent
we set up was about twenty feet away from the fire. It melted some
of the guide strings that we had to take down it was so hot,
and we all end up back to back. The one that we heard across
the river. We heard it jump into the river. We heard it screaming
and making weird noises going further above upriver from us. They were heard us
splash, heard a bunch of noise, and then once it cooded again because
they were doing this out when it oops again, it was doing this click
pop simultaneously. God, it was the creepiest sound, but it was like,
how do they do that? How do they make that click pop simultaneously
with an olf? It was surreal. It was actually really awesome. Just
the acoustics of it was so clean, so clear click pop. I can't
even imitate it, but it was really cool sounding, but terrifying because they
all started doing it and then it was click pops. So we're freaked out.
We decide we're going to get out of here. So we decide we're
going to jump in the skip and drift out to the sin Her channel and
anchor out. Just watch our fire and be have some safety. So we
jumped in and just as we're getting ready to move over the boat, we
heard wrestling in the brush. But where we were hearing it, we shouldn't
have been able to see it, but we didn't see anything. So that
really freaked us out even more. We jumped in the skiff, We dripped
out, We dropped the anchor, and it takes a minute for the anchor
to stick and stop the drag. And once we do, we're a little
further down then we wanted to be. But we could still see our fire
because we didn't want to burn the place down, you know what I mean.
So we're sitting there in the skiff and we're chuckling, holy shit,
holy shit, what the hell? And as we're having this conversation, all
of a sudden, it sounded like they were making a horror movie over there.
Man, these demonic sounding screams were just ah gosh, I've never if
there was an audio guy there for Hollywood for a horror movie, he would
have had a lot to work with. Man, it just it sounded like
a bunch of loud I can't even just a bunch of different employises. But
they were also fast. I wouldn't say Samurai chattered. It was a little
different. It sounded a little more, you pick, but it was all
in real short first and it was all continuous at the same time. Ended
up pulling one of the fire logs at us from the woodpile because there was
pieces of it sticking out that weren't burning. Once one of those came flying
at us, we pulled the anchor line and just dripped on down. Once
we started drifting and all that, we sobered up real fast. But once
we got down, oh gosh, had to have been at least a few
miles. We ended up grounding out on another gravel bar, but thankfully we
were out in the middle of the river or whatever, and then we sat
there until first light. But yeah, definitely creeping stuff, man, it
definitely sounds like it. Fred I really appreciate you coming on the share and
your experiences. Man. I will link to the website in the show notes
for everybody. You can click right there, go over and check it out.
Check out the YouTube channel. FREDA had a blast talking to you,
man, I really appreciate you coming on the show. Yeah, no problem,
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