Now one of your pudding. I got a string going on here, something
just cause my dog. Something killed your dog? My dog. We're flying
through the or over the tree. I don't know how it did it,
Okay, Damn, I'm really confused. All I saw was my dog coming
over the fence and he was dead. And once you hit the ground like,
I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog coming over
the fence. Sat what are you putting? We got some wonder or something
crawling around out here? Did you see what it was? Or was it
was? Standing enough? I'm out here looking through the window now and I
don't see anything. I don't want to go outside. Jesus Quice you better
hello, hit somebody out here? What quent on out there? I've thought
of a bit of about sixty forty nine. I don't know. Easy him
out there? Yeah, I'm right. Oh. Greetings from Alaska. This
is Fred Ruhle, curent On Travel Council member from Dongham, Alaska. What
I want to share with you today is an email. I got it just
last week. What I tried to do, just so everyone's aware, I
read your emails repetitively because I've been through some things I relived in my mind
the person's experience, so I could better explain it to you, guys.
It's just how my mind works. I look at things from all sides,
kind of down. I don't know. Maybe it's OCD and I don't know
it. Now. This happened on the Yetna River, which is just north
of Little Ways going towards Fairbanks, the exact place down the Jetna. I
was asked to leave that part out of it. We'll say the Jetna River.
Okay, Now where this particular incident occurred. It was approximately three years
ago. It was at the end of caribou hunting. They were back up
in there doing trout fishing. They had a canoe, but most of the
time it was at a narrow part of the river. They would drag it.
Right now, it wasn't the main Yetna let me specify. It was
a glorified river creek that fed into the Jetna. It was fairly shallow,
fairly narrow, and the trout were in some deep pockets and that's where they
were going for them. They ended up parking their boat, their canoe.
They get out and they walk along the grassy edge on either side of this
creek. Now when they get to the point to start fishing. Initially,
there's two of them as the day goes on, because they were there for
three days before this incident occurred. So they were basically repeating the same thing
they had been doing for a couple of days, going to this little honey
hole for pan frying trout and loving it. Right. They're having a great
time. They had a successful hunt, and that's living the dream. You
got your caribou meat for the winter to go man Land is some trout,
cook them over and open ah. It doesn't get much better. So they're
doing their thing. They got a little rhythm down with their movements and stuff.
Their third buddy shows up. He was in hip waiters and he had
just sloshed on through the water and took his time hiking around on some of
the game shows to get back to where they were. They were very comfortable
where they were at. There had been nothing out of the ordinary, not
during the caribou hunt, none of it. They were just having a great,
old lasting experience. They're all local. That's to leave that out,
because where they happened to live is a very small place. Respect that.
Now, as they were talking across this little creek. It's not very wide.
There was this one particular honey hole where there was some old either alders
or willows that had been broken and it kind of hung down by this little
creek. Now right off the side of this little glorified river creek. It
was about ten twelve feet to where the alders and the willows got thick.
So you had tall grass on either side at some scrub brush and some berry
bushes and stuff. At this particular spot there was these willows or alders they
popular or something. They didn't go and inspect. It was about thirty feet
from them where these branches and stuff were going off into the water and just
towards them from that little blockage or hanging over the water, it created a
shadow in the water and the trout would pock it up in there in the
relative safety. They're doing the fly fishing thing. Instead of just walking up
the creek and scooping them out with a gnat. They were fishing. So
they're doing their thing. He's working this fly rod and as he's working at
his buddy on the opposite side is trying to time here, you know,
his while his fly lands and then he's pulling it back. The other guy's
trying to land his fly, pull it back. They're just dicking around.
They're just being guys, just doing stupid shit. They're having phone sitting.
They're laughing because eventually they started laughing at each other because it was going really
well. And then all of a sudden they got tired up and the you
know, they reeled in so they're closer together and they can unlash the lion.
Now they're on opposites eyes of this not very wide creek. It was
about three times as wide as a canoe, so you're looking at six hundred
feet wide, not very wide at all. They're reaching out, flinging their
lions. Done tag. They got boots on, but they're just they were
young, early twins. Third guy who had on chest waiters goes around.
We'll call him guy number one. Okay, let's call him Chris. The
guy across the creek, we'll call him Doug. And we'll call the guy
in the hip or chess waters, we'll call him Fred. Okay, just
keep it simple. Chris jugging. Fred Craig goes around him and is going
up to check out that blockage and him he's laughing. He goes, I'm
gonna see if I could massage one's belly and fling it out of the creek.
He was gonna check his skills out see if he could do it.
And so he goes over it. He starts moving the brush that was stuck
in there, and he was like, is there beavers around here? And
he holds up one of the branches and his freight and broke it. It
wasn't chewed off like a beaver. Anyone ever see a beaver chew if you
haven't googled it, it's very distinct. He can't mistake it anything else.
There was no beaver shoe mark. So they're like what He's like, Look,
that's weird. It's so someone must have did this on purpose to make
a little shadow area for the fish. Right he goes, okay, I
get it. So he stopped destroying it. He respects the fact that,
oh, someone intentionally did this, and that's why we're able to fish for
these trout right here, because it's given them a sense of safety in the
shade and the shadow from hawks and whatever. So he's okay, he fixes
it and he backs out. He gets out of the creek and he goes
okay, he recognizes he was about to destroy something that worked for somebody that
could be potentially feeding him or whatever. So he backs up on the bank
and they got their lines untied and stuff, and as they're discussing what they're
going to do, they hear something hit the water and they're like, ohl
Offs is nearby. Because where they were staying, you have to follow this
river back down to where it meets the Yentna, and then you got to
go back up river to where they were camping, where the cabin was.
Where they were at right, so they're a little ways away from the cabin,
and so as they're sitting there discussing who could possibly be throwing rocks in
the creek and that type of thing, who would want to do that?
One of them was armed. Only one of them had a twenty two pistol.
Versus bruce grouse or a small game. Bears weren't on their radar.
It just didn't feel like a threatening environment. Nothing had happened, so they
felt, we don't need a gun. Nothing big. We got a twenty
two. We'll make noise, it'll run whatever it is. Periodically, rocks
drop and it's starting to get to the point where they're looking because they're figuring
they would see the rocks goinging in like this, but these things were coming
almost straight down, so I whoever was throwing them real high so they'd come
straight down into the water. So they catch on to this and they start
looking in what they thought, would you know, be the direction they were
coming, trying to figure out. Well, as they're doing this, Fred
and the chest Waiters, he gets hit with one of these rocks and he
gets hit in the back of his chest. Waiters heard it hit didn't really
feel it too much because they were really baggy. They blown out on and
with the straps, so he didn't really feel the impact. But he heard
the bulko against the knapried and he was like, hey something, one of
those whoever it has just hit me in the back with it. So they
all turn around to look the direction that he got hit in the back.
Front. Now, as they're doing this, behind them, they hear that
canoe rip out of the water, just if you can imagine that, just
a canoe leaving the water really fast, and they all whip around to see
what the hell is this. All they catch is a dark big year halfway
into the tree lined, and the canoe just boom, impacting into the brush.
Now, this all happened very fast, a woosh sound. They whip
around things already halfway in the trees, canoes landing right just like that.
And they're immediately like, what the hell is this? Because all the shit
that was in that canoe, no raining down and decorate in the opposite side
of the creek where their canoe is now got a new home resting in the
alders. They didn't know what the hell to do. They were stuck,
and they were trying to make out what did we see cut into those trees?
The what was that bigfoot? Harry Man? None of that was even
on their radar. They never entertained the thought ever. And I asked him
when I was talking to him about his experience, I said, what was
your knowledge of the Harry matter big foot before this? He was like,
you'd hear stuff. But he is like, I never looked at that crid
That was garbage. There's no way I was going to rop my mind with
that. He called it hillbilly bullshit, and I was like, oh,
okay, continue on. No prayer experience with these kind of things. They're
stuck they're looking at each other, but none of them have the words.
None of them have the words to get out and express how they're feeling.
It wasn't like PTSD traumatizing, but they were in a certain lene of shock.
I can imagine You're in the middle of nowhere, don't believe in this
thing. All of a sudden, coooo, your canoe goes flying and you
see a dark bie here going to the trees. Canoes are not light.
This was a sixteen foot marine grade canoe of cole mean, those things weigh
g's almost two hundred pounds just in of themselves, plus it was loaded with
cooler gear, all this stuff. This was their little base camp when they
got away from the main camp, because they would spike camp along the river
and stuff, so they had some stuff in there. It wasn't just some
empty, lightweight thing. This thing was long, a good thirty feet,
So they finally start figuring out stuff. So these guys are obviously creaked.
Their canoe went for freaking ride. They're stuck on stupid on the opposite side
of this creek because once this stuff went down, the rocks were being thrown
dug on the opposite side of the creek from Chris and Fred got on the
other side of the creek during the rock throwing before you got hit in the
back in the went for a ride. So then being on the same side,
they all look at each other. Doug is the one that had the
little twenty two pistol for the shrub grouse or whatever the spruce chickens, and
they immediately recognized, we need to freaking go. They were not going to
go and retrieve that canoe because it was in the direction of that big whatever
and the hell that just was and they weren't having none of that. So
they start backing out. They're just real paranoid, understandably that all their funny
games just went out the freaking door on a canoe ride into the shrubs.
Right. They immediately recognized the threat. The way Chris had explained it to
me was it was a very unspoken threat. I asked him, this seemed
like it was in the air, and he said that was the closest kind
of analogy he could come up with. Two they start backing out of there.
They're going back down this little river creek whatever to get to the na
and then hike back up to the cabin. And they were motivated. They
were trying not to pettic because they didn't want to spark any kind of predator
flight chase kind of thing. So they get down to the Vietna and just
as they meet where this glorified river connects with the Vietna, they're cut up
because the trail kind of cuts off the point and then drops down onto the
bank of the river, and it cuts up onto the bank and then back
down as you're going back up the river, just because brush will hang out
too far, and then you go around it and it just over time becomes
a game trail or whatever. So they're doing this number and just as they
get around on the Jetna and they're starting down the bank a little bit,
trying to discuss a little more because they're snapping out of their shock of what
the hell through a canoe like that, And they're talking about it couldn't have
been a bear? Could a bear do that? They were debating the bear
thing, right, It's understandable they had no other reference, right, So
as they're starting to get up on the bank to go around this bundle of
shrubs to get onto the other side of the bank and continue going towards the
cabin, they heard a series of grunts and screams. He said he couldn't
even put it into words, but a woman being murdered is a close sound
and like a lion roar type deal, but same time. And so they're
immediately even more motivated now because after the scream sounds, they hear something paralleling
of just behind them in the tree line. But it's catching up fast,
right, big impacts on the ground, thump, and they're like, oh,
so Doug with the twenty two shoots two times in the air just to
make noise, bang bang. Once he did that, the movement came even
faster and it passed them out of just out of you. They're seeing trees
and stuff shake. So they're they're on the river bank. I get.
I can imagine that just crashed through there, And they said it sounded like
a bulldozer going eighty miles an hour through the trees, because it sounded like
it was the biggest thing around and it was making a large show of whatever
the hell it was doing. And as it got a little bit of ways
away, they heard the crashing circling back a little further distance away, So
they snap out of it, and they say, okay, we need to
get moving. Since this moving back this way, let's go that way and
get to the cabin. So they're doing their thing. They're doing this little
jump up the bank, follow the trail, get down on the river bank
again there, because that's how it is. You got shrubs hanging over,
you're not going to take a swim. And so they're doing what they have
to do to get the hell out of dodge. Doug's in the rear with
this twenty two, and he had no confidence in it. After hearing that
whatever it was crashing and banging through the woods, he knew that he'd be
better off shooting Chris or Fred and the knee to get away. So they
get to a point to where the trail cuts up onto the bank and then
it goes up this rise past some tundra and some muskeg and some black spruce,
and then comes back the trail cuts back down to the river, and
there's four large rocks or something like that, kind of offset of each other.
How to get back across the yetna at that point to get to their
cabin about another a mile or so up the river, right, So they
go up the rise. They get to the point to where the tundra and
the black spruce meet the muskeg or whatever. They get to that point and
they decide they're going to look back because the whole time there was noise going
on, but it stayed in that general area when it circled back and they
made their move. So they're trying to they're at a higher raised area and
they're trying to get a vantage point to make out what is doing this because
they felt they were at a safe distance. So as they're standing up there,
they get the idea. Because once they got and actually trying to start
looking in that direction, all that show or whatever was going on stop dead
silence. Doug It again said I'll shoot one more time in the air.
He had reloaded at this time, he'd took an out the two dead ones,
put in two fresh ones. It's just a little six shots, single
six little ruger, single action. Any hunter out there knows exactly what I'm
talking about. So he goes, I'm going to put one in the air
and see if we can get a reaction out of it and get a look
at this thing, because this was a good At this point, they're looking
down into the trees, and it's a good one hundred and fifty yards away,
and they felt very confident that they could just get out of there and
have enough room to move anyway and make them move or defend themselves whatever.
Okay, yeah, do it. We'll keep an eye out. So they're
looking. Bang, they're shoot in the air right the direction they have to
go, because they came up a trail with the tree line on the left.
They come up the rise, the tree line still on the left,
it curves around and goes back down to the jenna. Now the ruckus is
coming down where the trail meets the river where they got to go in the
trees just basically behind them when they shot. So they're looking over here.
Bang, where's it at? Oh, it's down here behind us doing the
same shit now. So they don't know what the hell to do. I
wouldn't either. So they went off road, and so to speak, they
started b learning across the tundra to the next little black spruce across the way,
and what their plan was to get the frick out of there. Gets
some clear tundra between them so they can see where it's moving, because they
didn't see it moving. The trees to get back behind him. Basically,
now I wasn't directly behind him, was kind of offset back to their right,
but it's still behind them and they didn't hear it. They get across
the way there, and from what he was telling me, when they got
across there, he was having a panic attack. He had dealt with childhood
asthma and this like a very bad asthma attack. So he had to meditate
because he hadn't used Halo in years. So he's trying to calm himself down.
He's on his knees breading the chest waiters. He now has the twenty
two pistol. Doug is relieving himself in the trees. So they have no
game plan. They just let their game plan follow the trail get back to
the cabin across the vienna. They weren't having a good time at this point.
Doug finishes his business, comes back out. He wants the pistol back,
and Fred said no, he goes, I got it. Don't worry
that way. You don't have to be the one in the rear. I'm
a little bigger than you. You could lead the group. We'll keep Crispy
twin us and Will Will make our go. So they come up with the
game plan, we'll follow this tree line down because they're like a V shaped
wedge to their left. Down in that tree line over there, about sixty
yards or so, was where the ruck has happened behind them when they shot
at the top of the rites. Now they're going down to their right,
so it's a wedge shape, so noise over here. They're over here.
They want to get down here and look for another way to cross further up
the river. They want to continue to the cabin, So they work their
way down, just edging the tree line. As they're going along the high
bush. Cranberries happen to be in season, and they had this weird odor
too. If you've ever been out in the bush Alaska, you know what
I'm talking about. Not a musty, but it doesn't smell appealing, we'll
put it that way. And so they're catching this whift of bit right,
and they're about half the distance they have to cover to make it down to
the end because they're not moving fast. They're moving stopping and listening. Now
Fred having the gun, he's a little bolder. Don't know why. It's
only twenty two, but because he had the gun. It was an mental
thing far so he's a little bit further away from that tree line as they're
paralleling each other going down. He's about ten feet away, and he's stepping
in the thunder and the marsh and stuff. They're making their way down.
What Chris and Doug didn't know was Fred wanted to try to shoot it.
That's what he learned later. So he's sinking he's gonna get him a wild
man dragging in make money or something. He found this out once they made
to the cabin. Anyway, So they're doing their thing, and this guy's
bold with the twenty two for no reason, and he doesn't realize the danger
he's putting everyone in with this garbage. So they make their way down.
They get down to the Vietna. Now they were looking and paranoid and saw
nothing move right. However, at that particular side of the Yetna River,
it was about a three foot river bank that you can see down to the
edge. But you can't see that three foot if it'd shielded. Stay tuned
for more sasquatch out to sea. We'll be right back after these messages.
Unbeknounst to them, this thing had dropped down to the river and crawled and
was now in the trees over parallel. You know, just as they were
getting down to the Utna River. This thing didn't give a shit about the
gunshot, actively intimidating them and following them. Okay, not a good combination.
Doesn't stir happiness, enjoyed friendship to me. So the realization of what
the hell's going on came when now remember threads to the outside of them,
you got Chris and then Doug, so they make like a triangle shape if
you were to look down, if you're looking down at it, we got
the tree line, Doug, Chris, Fred. Once they hear the noise
and the grunt, they all turned to their right into the tree line.
And now on this tree line it's more broken and open, so you have
a stunned growth black spruce, and then you some willows next to it,
a little more sporadic growth versus the denser on the opposite side, where they
just let their trail when they recognize that danger because they were just getting down
to the river. This tree line the way as it comes down the river.
Understand, there's a distance of about fifteen twenty feet between the river bay
and where the tree line starts again. But you have all these little scrub
alders and willows that line both sides of everything around, and so they're oriented
where off their right shoulder, like at the apex of where they got to
turn and start back up and find another way across. But now this thing
is pretty much in front of them, and it starts doing the pacing thing
again. They turn around and take the river bank back to cross those four
rocks to get across the river. So they're able to do that. He
said, everything was a blur because I asked them, Okay, you're telling
me that it was off following you, paralleling you, but yet you were
at the apex of the turn, and then it started moving. He goes,
I realized when we were coming down it actually paralleled us because if we
kept hearing stuff, and then it came to a head when they got down
to that trimming point. So I was like, okay, that makes more
sense. Now they backtracked and they get across the rock. Now they still
hear the movement right over there. Now when they get across these rocks and
they get up on the other side, they're feeling a sense of relief.
Now they got a natural barrier a little wider than that little creek, and
they know they're on the right side of the river to get to the cabin,
and that was their motivation. So now Fred with the pistol, he's
standing on a river bank and he had a false sense of security with this
river dividing him. So this yahoo puts around into the trees. He shot
high, but from what Chris said, he had a look of, yeah,
I'm gonna draw it out kind of thing. He shoots high into the
trees. That wasn't smart. Scream, loud scream, and in view from
where they came across the tundra a little further up the rizon and then came
down this way and then came back and then across the creek, they had
an open view of that little wedge shape. They first shot over to their
right and it was down here behind them. They ran across the tunder this
way and came down the left side, so they had a view of this
like wedd shaped alleyway going up the rise. This thing scream broke some trees
and stuff on its way out of that tree line and ran across in front
of them, going towards where the whole shebang started further down river. This
thing was actually leaving the area. Smart Fred starts trying to pop shots at
it as it's running because he just sees it freaks up, it starts feathering
it, right, dumb thing to do. This thing immediately hits the tree
line that it was right too, because it was moving fast. Hits the
tree line, you hear a bunch of breaking and stuff, and they could
see the tops of the black spruce and some of the birch just just whipping
down hard. So this thing was smashing the shit down to the ground and
they immediately turned to start running. Now as they're running, they're yelling that
you dumb ass. They're cursing Fred out because Fred just start winging shots at
this scene. It wasn't necessary. They were in survival mode. List get
out of here. After winging the shots, they're running and they start hearing
splashing in the river. Now Bred just emptied the six rounds. Doug is
in the lead, a good distance ahead of Fred because he was an idiot
and stood behind. He has a twenty two animal, so he's got an
empty gun. He's got a paperweight right, and he's the last one in
line, and he was the one winging shots at this. Now they're hall
ass and this particular part of the trail was pretty well worn, and they
knew it well. They've been going back. They've been going on it forever,
so they knew their way, and they were hauling ask and they hear
it paralleling them in the river. Now where the cabin is on a bit
of a rise. It's a single room cabin. He said. It's approximately
twelve by twenty on the dimensions of this cabin, seven foot walls, cathedral
like ceiling, just a shell basically was so two by four in plywood box
with little rollout mats on it. Just a glorified shack for sleeping to go
hunting. Nothing more. You don't need more. They're all gassing to get
here. Meanwhile, they're getting paralleled bred is one in the rear and this
thing is the splashing is passing down the water at this particular part of the
river, he said, was at least three to four feet deep, and
this thing was splashing through it like it was a puddle. They're shook.
They are shook, and they're motivated with their running. They all make it
back to that cabin. So as they get in the door and shut the
door. Bred in the rear has a severe leg cramp. It's so cramped
that Doug and Chris have to grab him by the ankle and help his leg
because it was trying to bend up and lock up on him. That kind
of cramp that would just suck. So that they're tending to Fred, they
hear splashing out in the river, and then a moment later they hear something
wap hit the door of this cabin. And when this thing hit the door,
dawned on them. This isn't a very very safe place right Immediately they
let go of Bred's lag. He's on his own with his cramp. Let's
asshole his wingshots at this and that's why we're here. They look out the
window to see what the hell just hit the cabin, and what it ended
up being was this huge clump of grass that was eroded overhang, and it
was basically have you ever worked with sod? It was similar to sod,
but a big chunk with more dirt and rocks stuck to the bottom and then
the grass out the top. So this huge thing had hit the door very
hard. It must have weighed sixty pounds this big chunk of earth that was
chucked out the cabin, So now they're looking for it. Now inside the
cabin, they have a shotgun and they have a couple other big boar rifles.
Immediately they're getting the big boy guns out. No More twenty two is
for Fred, and so he gets this cramp porked out and they're all looking
out the windows. Now it's not dark yet, but they know darkness is
coming. I'm not trying to draw this out. I'm trying to be thorough
and get all these little nuances in time goes by, and they're getting very
uneasy because it's dead quiet, dead quiet, and they don't want to stay.
Now they have a little bit of a ways to go before the trail
that will lead a few miles to where they had parked their rid to get
out of there. If you got something that big chasing you, you don't
want to be on that kind of journey. You don't even want to be
on a ten foot journey, let alone a couple miles through the Alaskan wilderness
with this thing pissed off. So they're looking at their options. We got
food, we got sheltered, we got ammo. Here were good. We'll
hold out. If it keeps us in here, someone will eventually come,
but we can defend this place. There was three windows into place, one
on each of the walls, and then there was a narrow window next to
the doorway, and it was a solid steel door, and they had some
kind of beardatory nail boards and stuff that they would put over the windows and
on the door to keep bears from breaking in and get tearing up their shit.
They had all all that bareboard stuff stacked in a neat way right outside
the door against part of the windbreak of the porch, and right where it
particularly had to be was the stairway down to the ground, and so when
you went out you had to step around all these bare boards. They decided,
we got these guns, screw the sing let's kill it. That's what
they think. We're gonna kill it and get the hell out of here,
and then we'll get help and then come back. Because it was big when
they saw it moving, He said he didn't want to guess the size,
but he said it was massive, massively tall. He guestimated because he only
saw it in the water really well, when it was standing in the river
and the water was just above its knees, and he thinks that particular spot
was at least four to five feet deep where it was standing, and it
was barely up just past its knees of this creature at this particular point.
It went from it through the clupp of grass. They freak all that,
they check it out. They're all armed up. Moments later during their discussion,
it was Doug looking out the narrow window out the front door that looks
down to the river when they saw it standing in the water, and that's
when they all went over and played and took a look out the window.
They saws up what they're dealing with. They said, we're gonna kill it.
They go out and I'll bring up the bare boards because it comes into
play in just a moment. They go out and there's a good gap in
between these bare boards and the stairway because it's thirty six inch wide stairway.
They easily get by it. And as they're sitting there going down discussing,
well which direction it go because it was no longer standing in the river.
It was nowhere in sight. It was just gone. So they're standing out
there a moment. Now at this point, it is starting to get to
dusk and in the trees it's just really dark shadows. But there's still plenty
of daylight up in the sky and you know, in the grass and stuff,
but anything in the tree line is damn near pitch black. So they
figure out, okay, it must have ran over the trees. Doug with
the shotguns, wing some rounds over to those trees. Let' see if we
can get it to move and be sure we don't shoot accidentally shoot each other.
So they're standing shoulder to the shoulders so they don't swing into each other's
fire. Great plan, right, He lets a couple shots off across the
river. Boom, boom, not a sound, not a sound, not
a sent They hear nothing. So they decide maybe what we'll use one of
the big boar rifles and wing a shot a little further down the trees that
way. Let's see if we can coax it out. It came before we've
gun shots. Let' see if we'll do it again. Boom, shoots a
round off. They hear something behind them, something coming from behind the cabin.
So they turn around immediately and they're looking because the cabin's elevated, it's
about a foot half in the front elevated and it drops off a little bit,
so it's up to about two and a half three foot on the pilots
of the back. So they could bed down and look underneath the whole place.
And they do that and they see nothing. They see nothing that would
have made the noise that smacked or hit the cabin. So they figure,
oh, it's throwing stuff like it at the creek. It threw something and
it landed on the cabin, and that's what got our attention. Okay,
okay, this thing's soret So they, you know, they think they got
to figure it out. It turned around. They're looking for the direction this
thing whatever was thrown, and they hear that noise again. It they ignore
it because they think they're being tricked. They think they're being tricked, that
something's making that noise intentionally to distract their attention that way while it does something
in front of them. So they want to be ready. They're not falling
for it. They're not dumb, so you know, they're doing their thing.
They hear a screen across the river, just like they thought, right,
oh yeah, yeah, okay, it's right over there. Well,
try to pinpoint it. Put another big caliber rock around straight that direction,
you're not gonna hit. It's going to hit a tree, but should it
that direction? Let them know we mean business. Right wings the shot they
hear another noise behind them at the cab. They're ignoring that noise at the
cabin, ignoring it. We're not followed for that crap. We know it's
over here. Doug, who operated the shotgun, had read a couple more
rounds. Put back in that bad boy. He decides, I'm done with
this the shotguns short range. I'll go in sideway. He turns around to
go just short distance to the stairs. Up the walkway. The bare boards
were all turned nails facing out, leaned up and stepped up in front of
the door. This saying distracted them because they were smart, went and turned
the bare boards around, nail sticking out to stop them from getting back into
that freaking cabin. So when they saw that, the realization was we're being
fricking played. Guess what. They didn't go back in the cab. They
took their happy asses with the AMMO they had and the guns they had going
in the dark, and three soldiers hiped out of there. They said they
thought they sounded like they're being paralleled. A couple different times they would fire
affle Vali as shot. Now they're doing this. It's going in the darkness.
They got no gear other than their guns and a bunch of animal they
do in their pockets to accost this thing. And they're getting the hell out
of dodge. It's accumulated about three and a half miles to go from where
this particular cabin was, through the muskeg in the trails the black spruce,
on into higher ground, then lower ground, then higher ground up into where
they parked the truck troopers. They did it, they stomped out. The
main reason I'm going to share that with you is one, it's holy crap.
The cunning turning the bear boards around, dude, that's genius. Keep
them from being able to run back in easily. Wow, just wow,
What are you doing in the situation like that? What can we make of
that? That's just on some other level. That's like imitating the baby crying
l'aring my cousin Elizabeth. Though they're going to prey on a woman's instinct and
nature to lure them out. Dude, there's more going on with these things.
We know they're smart, we know they're very smart. But I think
they're smarter and just as cunning as we are. They just go about it
in a different way because we live in a different world. Not have they
come out of a portal, no, the woods being the different world they're
they're twenty four to seven. I'm sure they've been around, who knows how
long they live, what they've seen? This thing new enough. I'm assuming
it was one distracted by one another one did something. I don't know.
They didn't see it, but they heard the noises and they ignored it.
I tell you what, Chris, Doug and Fred they will never ignore ay
noise behind them again. And I'm not trying to make light of it.
I'm just like, can you imagine your escape is right there, you feel
your safeties right there, and lo and behold, it's turned on you.
You got this this man made porcupine and facing you to get in the door.
Oh jeez, man, Well they still go there. This was just
two three years ago, I think he said, not very long ago.
Be safe when you go, bro and keep the bear boards somewhere else to
where you don't get porcupined out of your own dam of cabin. When you
got one of these things ticked off at you because your buddy wants to wing
shots at it. I'm not making a light of it. What do you
do with that? I'm sure these guys will never look at bear boards the
same again. Anyway, Thanks for listening. To be safe out there,
guys. We'll talk to you later. They say you don't gotta go home,
but you can't stay. I don't want to be. We're all out.
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