Speaker 1: Hey everyone, and welcome to Sasquatch Theory. Tonight's guest is
Norman from Alaska. His experiences spanned decades and ranged from
unexplained encounters in the mountains to strange activity near his
home close to Nanali. What started with unusual animal behavior,
strange tracks, and something watching from the trees eventually let
him down a path of research, writing, and questions that
changed how he views sasquatch entirely. From an expedition in
Washington State in nineteen eighty to strange vocalizations, disappearing objects,
tree structures, eyeshine, and something he believes was observing people
from the woods, Norman shares the events that convinced him
there may be more to this mystery than an undiscovered animal.
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from the State of Alaska. All right, Norman, welcome to
Sasquatch Theory. How are you doing today.
Speaker 2: I am doing great, Migail, how are you doing?
Speaker 1: I'm doing excellent. Thank you so much for asking, Norman,
if you would tell me a little bit about yourself
and your experiences from the very beginning. Please.
Speaker 2: Well, I am an older person. I've had a lot
of year to have some experiences, so it may sound
like a lot, but it's you know, once every year
or two something happens. But it probably started out with
the cliche start. I saw the Patterson Gimlin film back
when it was a short documentary. As I recall, it
was a short between two films at a movie theater,
and that would have been late sixties, early seventies. I
grew up in Washington State, which at that point was
kind of considered Sasquatch central, so it wasn't really unusual
for people there to be interested in Sasquatch, and you
didn't have quite the stigma that it did in other
parts of the country. So I saw that film and
I was pretty hooked. Looking back on my early years,
I can really only think of one thing that may
have been sasquatch related. There was one day my uncle
and my father and I went up and do the
Cascade Mountains with our dog, Trouble, who was an unfixed
male who was generally fearless. The darn dog would attack
male dogs twice as size without thinking about it. So
he's out running loose and we get to this thick
patch of brush and Trouble starts acting weird. He starts growling,
and he moves into this brush growling, which is kind
of unusual. And this is an elevation of maybe thirty
five hundred feet which were there. That's pretty high. And
he then stops growling and he backs out of the brush,
and my dad and uncle decide we don't really need
to go into that patch, and we leave. Shortly thereafter,
we noticed the dog is gone. The dog is just left.
So eventually we had to where the truck was parked
and the dog was just there waiting for us, which
that just strikes me as odd that that dog would
have acted that way usually stuck nearby. I then went
on I was on my high school newspaper. I was
a writer for the paper and edited some of the newspaper,
and I actually wrote a whole article on sasquatch that
appeared in my high school newspaper. So that was kind
of fun and really the start of my writing career.
But then I decided, after a whole lot of research
on doll handing John Green Grover Krantz, go into the
library reading everything I could find. I actually decided when
I was about twenty one, to do what we would
call an expedition. I actually, I don't know if we'd
call it map Dusing that, I looked to topographic maps
and I decided, okay, here's a place where we might
find this elusive mountain ape, which is what I thought
I was dealing with, and I decided to go on
a solo overnight trip into this area. It was a
high mountain lake. It was off the Stephens Pass Highway
to corridor, so it was off trail too. There was
trail for the first couple of miles, and then I
had about three miles off trail to get to this
high lake. And it was a pretty large lake. And
I also loved fishing, so I had a fishing pole
with me and I planned to look for sasquatch around
the lake. And distant fishing. I picked out a great
route up a spur ridge. And this is going through thick,
fairly low land Washington State, Western Washington State wood so
Douglas spur western red cedar, hemlock, some alder, pretty thick,
big tall trees, a lot of blowdown. I picked the
spur ridge because usually with blowdown, the trees tend to
fall away from the top of the ridge, so you
often will have a better route going up that spur ridge.
And it was a pretty good route, and I made
it up to the lake, found a nice spot near
the lake bitch camp. I found an old fire ring,
so I knew I wasn't the first that had been
up there. And I had my dinner. It's getting late
and it starts raining, so I think, you know, I'm
just gonna get into the tent, read a little by
a candle and go to sleep. And it just started
raining harder and harder. And I went to sleep, and
I was awoken in the night with a long wailing
how I guess we would call it, And it really
seemed to me to be female, which is kind of interesting,
and it was off in the distance, but it woke
me and I was able to hear some of it
after I'd woke, and it was fairly lengthly lengthy, like
three or four seconds long. In the morning weather, it's broken,
clouds are breaking up, it's it's looking pretty good. I
ends up my tent opening and there's a big old
impression in the mud right in front of my tent. Now,
remember this is Elusive Mountain Ape time. This is about
nineteen eighty, so thinking that the sasquatch came up at
the night it stood in front of my tent, that
does not compute. You know, they're supposed to be terrified
of humans and all that, and very shy and retiring.
But I could not remember even being outside when it
was money enough to make that impression, And it just
didn't quite make sense. But it was real, thick, viscous mud.
I couldn't see any detail in it. It was just
it was fairly big, at least as big as my
own boot get prints, and maybe bigger than that. But
then the strange stuff happens. And I was not in
the rue area at that point at all when it
comes to sasquatch. But I get up. It's a beautiful day,
it's a beautiful lake, I'm thinking I was going to
go fishing, look for tracks, et cetera. And I just
needed to leave. It wasn't like terror. I wasn't particularly frightened,
but it was just time to leave, time to go,
time to go, very insistent. So I packed up. I
probably ate breakfast. You know, I'm a young man. I'm
gonna eat. I have my priorities. But I drop all
my plans and I pack up. I get my heavy
pack on, and instead of taking the nice spur ridge
back the way i'd come, I just go straight down
the mountain side, which is really a hard way to go,
but I do it, and I'm moving fast because I'm
feeling I got to get out of here. I'm not frightened.
I'm just I'm feeling the pressure to go and to
keep moving. And I actually I twisted my knee a
bit on the way down. You know, I'm climbing over
the locks, I'm jumping off looks. I twisted my knee.
It was an old injury, so it wasn't too surprising.
Even had any spandage with me, and I stopped to
put the a spandage on and I can as I
had been a little bit before I can hear branches
cracking and snapping up the hill behind me. And you
might find this humorous, Miguel, but keep in mind nineteen
eighty Lucid mout Nate. I think to myself, boy, that
deer in alchoround here, sure are clumsy. I literally thought
that I talked up for some reason, deer fleeing behind me,
not in front of me. So I managed to normalize
those cracking branches sounds that I'm hearing. I keep heading
down to these deep, dark woods, and I break out
into the creek finally on the valley below. In the
valley below, just a small little creek ten fifteen feet across,
and I step out into the sunlight, and that need
to rush just dropped immediately, it was just gone. I
suddenly had no care in the world. But I stuck
to the creek. I literally hiked downstream in the creek
bed for about a mile until I hooked up with
the main trail that I had come in on. I
didn't want to go into the woods on either side
of the creek. Wanted to stay out in the bright sunshine,
and that's what I did. So that was my first
real concrete experience that with what we know now about
sass watch, it's pretty easy to think that maybe I
had the big fellows around at that point, and maybe
they had something to do with me feeling like I
needed to get out of there. So I'm still trapped
in the elusive mountain ape theory, and I would collect
articles in the newspapers, Seattle Times, Seattle Post, Intelligence there
about sasquatch. I would clip them out, I put them
in a folder. I had quite the accumulation of articles,
and friends would give them to me because they knew
I was interested. One day, I think it was about
nineteen eighty four, I read an article about somebody in
the city of Bellevue, on the suburbs of the city
of Bellevue. But this is now a big city. Back
then it was still it was a pretty good sized
city and growing. But somebody reported finding Sasquatch tracks under
their bedroom window. And I saw that article and I thought,
this is crazy. It just makes no sense. It didn't
compute from my way of thinking. I knew that an
elusive mountain ape was not going to be peeking through
somebody's bedroom window on the outskirts of Bellevue. What the
heck and I dropped the subject. I thought, this is nuts.
I'm going to get nowhere, as I think many people do,
eventually think this just isn't making sense, and I dropped it.
I dropped it pretty darn thoroughly. So when in about
I think it's about two thousand and four. So I
went to a retreat in the state of Illinois. I
moved to Denver. I was actually involved with Eastern Mysticism,
a philosophical branch of Hinduism, and they were having a
tree near Chicago, Illinois, about forty miles away. I think
as the crow flies from Chicago towards Milk or Wisconsin,
on the retreat grounds of a former Catholic church. I
guess it might still be a Catholic church, but it
was being used as a conference center as well. So
I went to this retreat and we would have pretty
long talks and breaks in between. On the breaks in between,
Aye and a few other people would just walk on
the forty acre with the grounds heavily wooded, deciduous trees,
very thick canopy, kind of gloomy. In the understory, there
is an open swampy area too, fairly open with brush,
shorter trees, a couple of small ponds, and the surrounding
area was surrounded with wood lots and cornfields and also
houses on very large lots, scattered large subdivisions or large
lotted subdivisions. And the real kicker. This is about two
miles from Woodstock, Illinois, which is where the exterior scenes
of Groundhog Stay were filmed. So I'm literally about two
miles away from where Bill Murray was acting for that movie.
So one of these days at this retreat, I decide
I'm going to take my walk, but I'm going to
make a little deviation instead of going out the main
trail leading from the back of the retreat center. I
had noticed an odd trail leaving some of the mon area,
but around a corner with the tree line blocking the
entrance to this trail, and I thought, why is this
trail even here? This is but it was obviously a
well traveled trail. It was like three or four feet wide.
It was this beaten path, and that's what I now
call a big boy trail. It had all the branches
were way high to go over the trail. It wasn't
anything you had to crouch down under like you find
in Alaska. And then realize, oh, this is a grizzly trail.
I'm leaving. But this wasn't. This seemed like a human trail,
just an odd place. So I take this trail. I'm
winding back towards where the main trail is, and I
can hear some of the people in retreat, some of
the people that are attending with me. They're approaching. I
can hear a couple of conversations. I can hear people walking,
but I've beat them out there. They're not quite there yet.
And I'm thinking my holy retreat thoughts. You know, I'm
trying to be in the zone and being very zen like,
but without really paying attention. I'm aware that there's a
figure down below me. And this figure is oddly. It
isn't walking further out into the woods like I am,
and like the approaching people are. It's spying on the
approaching people. It is definitely spying. Its head is weaving
back and forth as it's looking around tree trunks and brush.
It's being very stealthy. It's high stepping, not like a
bear at all. It's high stepping over obstructions and going
tow down first gently on the ground, trying not to
make a noise, obviously, and I can tell its sole
purpose is to watch these people approaching, and it's about
only about five eet six inches tall. What I noticed
about it without paying any attention really yet, is it's
fuzzy around the edges. It's about one hundred and fifty
feet away. It's somewhat dark under this heavy canopy of trees,
and I can't see any break and clothing. I can't
see between the shirt and the pants, the cuffs of
the shirt and the wrists, etc. It's just uniformly black
and fuzzy around the edges. But it's slim. It looks
like a shorter human adult is what it looks like. Proportion,
roundish head, nothing unusual about it that stuck out to me.
I'm just starting to hone in on this figure, realizing
this is kind of odd behavior. And it passes behind
maybe a two foot wide tree trunk. To me, it
appears to pass behind it, and I'm waiting for it
to come out from behind the tree trunk, but it
never comes out. And that's when I started thinking, wait
a second, what is this? But I'm forty miles from Chicago.
I didn't make the very short leaf to sasquatch juvenile.
I actually thought maybe I'm seeing some sort of spiritual manifestation.
Maybe it's the Guru out of body spying on just
making sure we're being holy or something. It took me
until a few years later. I'm listening to a podcast
and somebody tells this amazing story of seeing a sasquatch
like ten fifteen miles from Chicago, and I realized, oh,
I think that's what it was. I think that was
my sasquatch siting back then, and to be it's it's
an interesting sighting. This thing was spying on people, it
was fascinated with people, and it was it was in
a very it was in a rural area, but you know,
fancy homes, lots of lots of roads. It's not what
I was yet thinking of when I thought of sasquatch.
So that was a that was an eye opener for
me when I started thinking of that as maybe being
Sasquatch related. And what happened to me Miguel was I
moved to Alaska, which i'd lived at before, and I
was really happy to come back to Alaska and I
had a little time on my hands. I moved here
in early winter and was taking a little while to
get a job et cetera. Ready, and me having my
time taken up, I started listening to podcasts and things
had changed. This is about twenty twelve. Things had really
changed in the Sasquatch world. And I opened my eyes
and my head a little bit, and I thought, well,
the problem is the elusive Mountain ape theory is just wrong.
It does not fit with people's experiences and the evidence.
And I started thinking that this might be a very
intelligent being. And I hadn't even gotten into the paranormal
stuff yet, although I had a really odd dream about then,
but it was enough just to start thinking of them
as actually being an intelligent, thinking being, which is what
the evidence was showing it to be. That I started
having funny experiences. Even then. I had moved into the
subdivision i'm in now, but I was at a rental cabin,
just a tiny, little one room place, and as spring
came along things started. There was just a funny feel
in the air, and then they started to be just
little odd things happening. One is, I had no interior plumbing,
I had an outhouse. I'd stepped outside when I needed to,
and one day I'm just hearing this owl and it
just going off. It's just repeating over and over and
over again, loudly, and it's bright daytime, and that was
just odd. But to me at the time, it was
an odd owl. There was a sled dog team, which
are housed outdoors, maybe half a mile away, and there'd
be times that team would just go nuts, barking and
barking and carrying on. They were obviously upset about something.
But you know, could be moose, could be grizzly bear,
black bear, could be wolves. There's a number of possibilities there.
I also had a cat. I had two cats with me,
and one cat was just crazy to go outside. And
then one day this cat would not go outside anymore.
Something had freaked it out, and it was not interested
in the outdoors anymore, wouldn't even go out on the porch,
which was a kind of a bewildering change. So I
moved up there for a woman, as a lot of
moves are. She told me about how one of my
neighbors had had to put a padlock on his outside
freezer because a few years previously, meat kept disappearing from
that outdoor freezer and he thought that a neighbor was
stealing his meat, which you know as possible it might
have been a neighbor stealing his meat. But this isn't Alaska.
Maybe much like rural Missouri, a lot of people have guns.
To steal somebody's meat out of an outdoor freezer, that
would be a remarkable thing to do. It fee a
lot safer to steal it from the grocery store. That
would be odd. So that was the first thing. Then
eventually early that summer, I moved in with the girlfriend,
as people do, and that was this house that I'm
in right now. As I moved in, she warned me
the house makes noises. I said, what, the house makes noises?
What do you mean it makes noises? Well, it makes noises,
like mostly at night. It'll make funny noises. And I said, well,
how is it making noises? And said, I don't know.
Maybe the wood's cracking and checking in it's making sounds
when it happens, But the house is noisy, and you
should just be aware because it can be kind of
scary when it's making noises. Okay, So then I start
noticing funny things on the grounds. One is there's a
road cut where the road I'm on goes down a bank,
and overlooking this road cut, there's a place where some
trees it look like they've been pulled together to make
this kind of a blind, a dense mass right in
front of another tall tree. So anybody standing in this
blind has a big tree behind it, and they can
look out on the road. And the trees had kind
of a couple of them had died, but a couple
had just started growing again from the new gun position,
so I could tell it had been years before. And
I started wondering that somebody do this when a bulldozer
was making that cut, so they could watch the bulldozer.
But that's not the least of it. And this is
where we get perhaps a little bit r rated. My
girlfriend at that point did not yet have interior plumbing.
I helped her complete that once I moved in. She
would use the calm sun showers. It's like a camping shower,
a plastic bladder. You fill it with warm water and
take a shower. She had a place behind the house
about eighty feet I can look out at the area
right now as I'm talking, and she would take outdoor showers.
And that's cool, that's great. More power tour, and to
be honest, she was a good looking woman, so it
amused me. I don't know if that's a good word.
But about sixty feet away from where she would take showers,
I found this trampled down area behind some trees. And
this trample down area has both a great view of
the shower location and the front living room windows that
are like a goldfish bowl. My girlfriend is a carpenter.
She built this house. She put in lots of south
facing windows, so the spot had a good view of
both the shower and the house itself. And the girlfriend
does not believe in closing the curtains because of condensation issues,
so the curtains are never drawn. It's always wide open nighttime, daytime,
middle of winter, middle of summer. So at this point
I got an idea of what's going on, and I
don't want alarmer, but I asked her about this mashed
down area and she says, I don't know, Norman, this
is a really old area. Maybe people from really used
to camp here. I don't know. You could tell. She
just really didn't want to approach the subject, and I
didn't want to tell her. I think Sasquatch is been
watching you take showers, because I don't have any reason
to freak the poor woman out and make her feel
unsafe for her own home, because this has been going
on for years. No harm has come to her. But
that's what it's looking like to me. So one night
early on to me living here, there's patty snow outside.
We're sitting on the foodton. We're facing a window across
the great room area and I really shouldn't call it
a great room. It's kind of a middle room, but
there's one big expanse here on the downstairs. We're watching
some movie. It is dark out. There is a boom
on the side of the house. It seems to come
from right under that window, and it sounds like something
firm but fleshy has banged against the side of the house,
like with an open palm, with enormous strength, and it
felt like something irritated. And even though at this point
I'm thinking, sasquatch, I do what I don't hear a
lot of people doing, I've rushed outside immediately. I was
pissed off. I was defending my woman. I didn't like
that happening. I knew that something had been looking through
that window at us. I could not find a trace outside.
It's patchy snow, I cannot find the track, there's no
marks on the side of the house. Nothing. I come
back in. My girlfriend's still sitting there. I tell her
I can't find a thing. So we shrug our shoulders
and go back to what we're doing. But building a
little bit into the woo. I don't know why, but
the sense I got was that a young male had
found me there and was pissed off. He didn't like
it that there was an adult male in the household now.
But I also think that my reaction, my atypical reaction,
rushing outside to confront whatever it was. I think I
frightened it. And there was never any more funny sounds
from the house, so that just dropped it. Just it
felt like things weren't coming around anymore in that trampled area.
Now it's growing over again, it's filling in. It doesn't
seem to have a lot of activity. I'm not saying
that nothing happens around here anymore. I've got like a
suet feeder, and the birds slowly worked on it, and
then one day I'll look out and it's empty, whereas
the day before it was three quarter cakes still in it.
Once in a while things like that happened, but I'd
say things have died down right here. But there have
been things in the neighborhood, just odd things. For instance,
small town monsters somehow got wind of me and they
interviewed me at a house in the subdivision. They just
coincidentally rented a house in my own neighborhood. To get
to that, I have to walk by a driveway, and
I walk dogs, et cetera all the time. One day
I was walking by this driveway, not the day of
small town monsters, but I was able to tell them
about this and relate it to something right across the
road from them. I walk by this driveway and I
can hear a really pathetic rooster. It's going it's just terrible.
Roosters have different voices, some of them are kind of
sad sounding, but this was persistent and weird. And I'm
looking down the driveway. I can see no chickens. I
can't see anything. I can just hear this, and I
just think, well, I guess they must have chickens. I
didn't know they had chickens. It took a few months,
but I found somebody that knew those people, and I
mentioned the chickens to them and he looked at me funny,
and he said, they don't have chickens. They've never had chickens.
There's no chickens down there, so strange. Another day, my
girlfriend and I were taking a walk. We got to
the top of a nearby hill and I didn't pay
much attention to this at the time, but this is
the very top of the hill. There was two moose
skeletons at the top of the hill. They were only
about twenty five feet apart. They were old, they were
pick clean, I guess the term would be disarticulated. There's
bones laying all over, but it's clearly two different moose carcasses.
It took like two or three years. I am an
now doors guy, but I'm not a hunter. It took
two or three years for me to realize why would
two moose go to the same place to die? And
if they were killed by predators, they're usually eating on
the spot. One moose isn't going to go to where
another moose has been killed for its last stand. And
I realized that doesn't really make sense for there to
be two moose skeletons. Then it took a couple more
years and somebody told me that the top of the
nearby gravel pit, and by nearby, I mean, oh, five
hundred feet seven hundred and fifty feet is where the
local dot dumps rope killed carcasses. And I don't know
that this is the case, but I think probably carcasses
were being carried from that gravel pit up that low
hill and then consumed at that location. I don't see
anything doing that. A grizzly, I think, could move a
full grown moose carcass a couple hundred feet in the
brush or whatever if it wanted to do that for
more privacy, but the distance and going uphill, I just
don't think so. So that one I don't understand that
one at all outside of my theory is that Sasquatch
are raiding that local place, and when they find a
big carcass, they carry it up to typically the top
of the hill, where they have good security, they can
tell if anything's coming up on them, and they consume
it up there, away from the gravel pit and away
from the road, but not very far from either the road.
Five hundred foot walk and you're at the top of
that hill, very close. But very few people wander through
the woods like I often do. But not a lot
of people do that off trail, and in Alaska it's
a whole lot of off trail. What I think is
going on here, and this is peculiar, but I think
what's happening is is that the adults drop off the
kids through the neighborhood. I think they see this place
as being a place where there's not a lot of
grizzly or wolves. And that's true, not a lot it'll happen.
But I think they see it as a place where
it's relatively safe to leave the kids. They tell the kids,
don't bother the hairless ones, and they won't bother you.
Stay out of sight, try not to get into trouble.
The kids forage for whatever food they can find, whether
it's meat in and out the freezers through it. I
once found a dog bowl out in the middle of
the tundra, about two hundred yards away from that dog
team I mentioned. You find odd stuff like that. I
think what we may have is juvenile sasquatch biding their
time until the adults get back, getting into a little
bit of mischief here and there once in a while
we have loose dogs disappear. Not a lot, but it happens.
So I also have a nearby cabin. People think where
I live now is cabin enough. I've been walked up
on by a grizzly in the yard here when it
was a target bow and arrow during my bow and
arrow practice in the backyard and I was looking for
arrows and a grizzly walked up on me. It sounds incredible.
I was trying to find arrows. We've got a lot
of deep moss. I shot an arrow, I lost it
in the moss. I'm like shoving my hands in the
moss trying to feel the arrow, and I hear just
a little crick just like it's a tiny little branch,
and I look up. This is a grizzly twenty feet
for me, approaching me. It's still walking towards me, and
I'm holding an arrow in one hand and shave the
arrow at the grizzly and tell it to knock it off.
And it looked at me like I'd really heard its feelings,
and it just kind of slowly walked away. It really
seemed like I heard its feelings and it just wanted
to see what I was looking for, but it kind
of destroys one sense of the tree when you know
it grizzly can walk up on you in your own yard.
But even so, I decided I wanted to remote cabin,
so I managed to find some property. It's within a
short hike of the highway here. I can actually walk
to it from this house. But that's If you.
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Speaker 2: A longer hike about two and a half miles in
and I built the cabin there. But before that, there
was a lot of land there which I knew there
was some private, you know, lots up in this area.
And I had one route following a creek, and I
would start on on one side of the creek, and
for me and for my dog, it just felt spooky.
I could tell the dog was not comfortable going through
the woods along that creek, and I actually abandoned that
route and I went to the other side of the creek,
thinking that maybe that'd be a little less spooky and
i'd be less down in the creek bottom, a little
less time down there. But the first thing I discovered
I walked past a place where some hunters had obviously
shot a moose or they had butchered the moose the
year before, the fall before. This is spring, and there's
a vertebrae in the stuff lying around still you can
see a spot where obviously blooded soaked into the ground.
It was kind of a mass get us to see
four wheelers have been going back and forth in the brush.
They had broken enough brush you could tell by the
tracks it was four wheelers. There was a rough moose
trail there, which is still my trail into my cabin.
I go another one hundred yards maybe, and there's three
broken trees lying perpendicularly across the trail. They weren't huge trees.
This is a black spruce area. The trees don't get
very huge right there, nor slope of the hill. But
I could not see where they'd been broken on the ground.
There's no broken stumps nearby, there's no broken tree chops.
They literally looked like they'd been carried and deliberately placed
across this moose trail, and to me instantly they look
like a no trespassing sign. And I still call those
the remains of those three trees the no trespassing sign,
and I step over them every time I hike up
to or down from my cabin, and when I do,
I literally out loud, I ask for permission and forbearance
as I walk through up to my cabin, I literally do.
And I haven't moved those trees. I can step over
them easily, but I'm kind of superstitious. I don't like
to mess with anything the big boys might have done.
But I think they were placed there to tell those
hunters don't come any further. This is as far as
you're going to go. I don't know if hunters would
have paid any attention or even noticed, but I think
that's what those were about. I've also on that walk
I found a giant astor on the ground in deep
woods at the entrance to a valley. Not a huge valley,
it's a drainage off the small creek, but this is
about a twenty foot diameter. It looked like an asterisk,
and I found it with my girlfriend and she looked
at and she said that's not natural. And I tried
not to talk sasquatch to her very much. It was
just gonna upset her worldview if I did, and she
didn't really believe me anyhow, so there's no point. But
I just found her reaction interesting in the confirmation of
how I was feeling. I've also on that trail route
over the years, I've had small trees broken next to
and over my trail, and these would be like understory
trees that really aren't subject to a lot of wind,
but they'll be broken four or five feet up the trunk.
And one time it was three white spruce trees apparently broken,
all at the same time, all pointing in the same direction,
which was contrary to the prevailing winds, and that time
they were broken on top of snow. I came in
in the spring, I could have been any time in
the winter. I couldn't find any tracks. Very frustrating, no
tracks whatsoever. But I'll find these trees now and then,
including one even on my property, broken over my trail.
It kind of hid the entrance to my trail, which
I'm a little private, so I kind of liked it.
I left it. We just step over that one too.
I didn't mind that it was hard for people to
find that trail into my cabin right at my property edge.
I've also had experiences and up there too. I've had
clocking noise. Once I stepped out of the cabin with
my dog, and as soon as we stepped out onto
the porch, there was a loud I call it a
tongue clock. I don't hear about it often, but once
in a while we do hear about tongue clocks. But
it was loud. It was from a pinpoint location. The
doggin and I immediately turned our heads to the same point,
which is maybe eighty feet away. Couldn't see a thing.
Of course. We hiked out, hiked over the note trespassing
sign down onto the highway. As we're crossing the highway,
one more clocking sound from behind us. The book ended
that hike out of the cabin. I don't know what
that's about at all. I lived very close to Danali
National Park. It's a very large park. It has a
park with Mount McKinley in it. It's sometimes called Denali,
sometimes called Mount McKinley, depending on whose president Alaskans tend
to stick with Denali. I was privileged enough to work
at a remote camp in Denuli National Park about fifty
miles in, about forty miles from the last payment gravel
road on the Toklatte River, and there was a little
bit going on there. I'd hear little branches breaking up hill,
not a whole lot, My boss said to me once
strange things happened at toklatt Road Camp. One thing, and
particularly you mentioned is things would disappear over the winter,
which that place is completely socked in over the winter,
but things would disappear that were left outside. One day,
I just said I was going to climb a mountain
to the south, not technical climb, but this was a
lot to take on for a day hike. And it
ended up being about eleven hours. And I think I
only sat down once that whole day, so I was walking, walking,
walking for eleven hours. I hiked downstream from toklat Road
Camp about five miles and odd thing number one, this
wasn't a classic upside down tree. I already had heard
of upside down trees. This is about twenty nineteen maybe
when this happened. But there was a driftwood root mass
with some trunk had been pushed upside down into the
gravel bar material. I chalked it up to an ambitious
hiker just goofing around. But I have to admit that
probably would have been tough for a hiker to do.
To push. When I say gravel bar, it's not like
road based material. It's big rocks, little rock, sand, clay
here and there. It would be tough to push a
half inch stick into the ground, let alone this three
to four inch splintered trunk into the ground. But to
me it seemed more reasonable to think that a hiker
had done it. It was out in the middle of
a really open glacial river bar. The river bar there
was probably literally at least half a mile wide. It
was out in the middle somewhere it was very obvious.
You really couldn't hike downstream without seeing that. In retrospect,
I think maybe it was meant to say, this is
our territory. You're walking into. Another thing I noticed on
that river bar is one time I saw a moose
at a great distance. It was a long ways away.
Once again, about half a mile away. The moose when
it saw my upright figure, it freaked out and began
running to get away from me. As quickly as possible.
And this is Danaali, Nashville Park. They're not being hunted.
It just it seemed like an odd way for moose
to react there, and moose definitely are skittish in that valley.
So on this particular day, I continued down. I continue
by this point where a coworker told me a year
or two later that he found a lot of barefoot
human tracks on this little sandbar there, and I did
get to ask him lately, and he said, no, they
weren't particularly large, but it did seem to be more
than one individual, and he thought it was kind of
sweet that people had hiked five miles and taken off
their shoes and been recreating in the sand down there.
Could have been too, I really don't know. But on
this day I was going up a side drainage to
try to get to this mount Sheldon is the mountain.
This drainage is called bear draw. I hate that name.
As opposed to the glacial river bar that you live.
This is a V shaped drainage, and I call it
a bear draw. And you know, if a bear is
coming downstream as you're going upstream, you were going to
run into this bear. So it's a very uncomfortable place
to hike. You're making noise the whole time. You're uncomfortable.
But before going through the real heavy v shape, I
had emissions another park cervice employee. Employee had asked me
to try to find the location of a rumored old cabin,
a cabin established before the park was formed, I believe
in nineteen seventeen. So that takes me off the creek
bed into some woods and I'm looking around for the cabin.
But the first thing I find is what I would
call again a big boy trail. There was a trail
paralleling the creek, maybe one hundred feet in to two
hundred feet in and parallel is the creek. It was
really churned up. I mean it had a lot of
foot traffic, but it seemed to peter out in both directions.
It was just running for about half a mile along
the creek bottom, where being on this trailer, you could
see animals, etc. Walking along the creek, but you couldn't
be seen. So I thought that was interesting. I'm already
thinking about Sasquatch. I did find a broken and somewhat
twisted willow, but it had snown a couple weeks before,
so I thought, I don't know, it could be that
snow load just broke that tree. And I also found
an old stomp had been just ripped apart. But we
got black bear and grizzlies. I don't know, so I
couldn't find the cabin. I go back out on the creek.
I managed to make it up to the top of
the mountain. I'm coming back down again. It's been a
long day. I've still got another six miles to get
back to took that road camp and get some food
in me. But I'm aware of the sasquatch ishoe. I'm
getting really close to where I'm out onto that broad
open river bar. I'm leaving the I think that was
mainly white spruce. There a willow a little bit older.
I'm leaving those behind. Or at least it's turned out
the creek bed is widening a little bit, so I'm
not feeling that nervousness about grizzlies like I have been.
But then over the noise of the creek, I hear
a single syllable and it sounds like, oh, it's very deep,
it's very resonant. It's carrying over the noise of the creek.
It sounds like an acknowledgment and a greeting. But I'm
going through my head. Can a grizzly make this sound?
What would make this sound? And I'm thinking to myself,
I don't know, maybe it's something on two legs, could
be another hiker goof around. I'm already I'm kind of
I'm researching sasquatch essentially, and I'm really into it. And
I told myself, I really should go into those woods
and investigate. But there is no way. There's no way
I could make best well do that. And I just
kept going fairly quickly and made it out onto the
Broad River bar and headed back up the slide incline
upstream to took that road camp and passed that upside
down splintered tree root ball to get home again without
any other incidents. But a couple of years later, I'm
listening to M. K. Davis's shed Sounds was a name.
It's a YouTube video, but it's all still from a
a CCTV, a close circuit TELEVI camera. Somebody had set
it up because they thought they had sasquatch. They wanted
to catch sasquatch. But what the commons said instead were
sounds of something inside the shed. It's called the shed,
but I get the impression was really a workshop and
you could hear something is in there, rummaging to the tools,
kind of making sounds to itself. And at one point
it seems to be practicing human. It seems to be
practicing English, like it'll say where to go, where to go,
and you get the idea, Oh, it's saying where did
it go? And it's imitating the frustrated guy trying to
find the tool that he's misplaced. But then it starts
trying to say hi, and it goes oh, And on
the last one fourth or fifth it goes oh. It
is just what I heard in the woods in interior Alaska,
and this is recording from I don't know, North Carolina
or someplace, but it was the same sound. And then
I'm left with wondering was something saying hi to me?
And I mean, what would have happened if I went
into those woods and said hi back? I don't know.
That might have been something that changed my paradigm, or
might have been something that needed me to change my underwear.
I have no idea. So that was a good one too.
I also found at the entrance to that creek. On
that side, I found some scat on a separate trip,
and it was human sized and it looked like a
single human turd, but it was filled with fibrous matter,
which I find that really interesting. It was like somebody
had been chewing up I don't know, aspen or willow
bark or something and swallowing it. The fibers were an
inch an inch and a half long. They weren't hair.
I did check into that they weren't hair, so to me,
that was a clue maybe about diet. I also found
a tree break across the river from there where something
could have broken a tree and maybe had the expectation
of people passing by on the river hearing it. So
that's that's a lot of my normal physical evidence Alaska experience.
I also spent some time recently living in western Massachusetts,
and before I moved there, already obsessed with sasquatch had,
I insisted that I wanted to check out the place
before I made a commitment. I was being offered a
job with ironically Internet personalities, so I wanted to check
it out to make sure it was a place I
could live. And I love woods I love nature. I
want to have places that I can just walk to
from where I live. But this was a large complex.
They had over three hundred acres there and part of
it was farm, but most of it was woods. So
on my second and last day there after meeting the folks,
I asked if they minded if I took a walk
around the grounds. So I excuse myself and I took
a long circuit around the open area through the woods,
and I found a lean to structure on their property.
They didn't even know it was there. It was very primitive,
and an interesting point I don't always think to consider
is it was across a river. It was next to
a river, but across that river was a school grounds.
You couldn't see it, but it was only maybe two
hundred feet from the lean to, and you could hear
the children playing at recess every day from that lean to.
So I thought that was interesting, and I went back
and said, okay, I'll take the job, and I moved there,
and I wasn't soon that strange stuff started happening. I
was even accused by the farmer lady there of bringing
the paranormal to her farm. And I don't know if
that's the case. I think really I was just on
alert to look for these things. She told me about
how she would find skulls in her path where she's walking,
and she loves skulls, and she would pick them up
and collect them. She'd find interesting rocks in her path, etc.
I think the locals were very aware of her and
liked her because she was like a natured child. She
would go out in the woods and spend hours poking around,
finding medicinal plans, edible plants, etc. So I don't think
I brought the paranormal there. I just noticed the paranormal there.
I would check the animals late at night. Sometimes the
air would just be electric. I felt like I was
being watched. That feeling. One time, a single, very loud
came from about ten feet up, about seventy feet into
the woodline. I couldn't see a darn thing. My lad
was so feeble. It didn't help me feel much better.
I saw I sign at that farm. I saw across
the cow pasture about two hundred and fifty feet away,
maybe three hundred. It was very large. It was up
off the ground. I knew where the six cows were.
The cows weren't there. You could maybe explain it as
a moose, and that's possible. While I was watching it,
I would look away and look back just to make
sure of seeing it. It would still be there. I
saw a blanket a couple of times. I saw it
turn its head, so it went from two to only
one eye. But that's true, I could see two eyes.
You can see that with cows. Anyhow, I don't know
what that was. There were broken trees there that I discovered.
But what got more interesting for me personally is there
was a hiking trail that left from this railroad, only
about half a mile away. I would walk from my
housing and i'd go up this hiking trail. It was
about a mile and three quarter to the top of
what they called the mountain. To me, it was a
hill and not a particularly big hill, but to them
it was it was a mountain. I would go on
this trail, and right away I noticed there would there
would be tree breaks across the trail, and there seemed
to be a pattern of This trail was supposed to
be closed to motorized vehicles, but four wheelers and motorbikes
would go around the barriers and they would go up this.
I think it was an old logging road. They would
go up this, a very very eroded road, but they
would make it up. And it seemed to be that
after there'd been encouraged by a motorized vehicle. There'd be
tree breaks across the trail and I would leave them alone,
but other hikers would pull them away. So I noticed that. First.
I established a gifting station at the very top of
this hill. I found where somebody had used the chainsaw
cutting up cut up a fallen tree into rounds and
kind of unevenly threw the rounds together. I set one
of the rounds up on top of the stack of
rounds vertical, and I found this plate sized flat piece
of I might have been slayed or sandstone. I put
it on top of the top round and I that
as a gifting station, and it was definitely where human
beings could come across it. It was right out in
the open. I didn't even try to hide it. I
would leave apples and chocolate and peanuts and stuff like
that when i'd go up there, and usually it would
all disappear, but I don't know. One time a water
bottle showed up at the gifting station. It was an
empty water bottle and there it was, and at the time,
I thought, well, a person probably found it and left
it there, seeing that somebody's coming there often. I don't know.
I really don't know, but that area had lots of
tree breaks. There was kind of a lookout point, and
beyond the lookout point there was in a like a
quarter acre area, there was probably fifteen to twenty tree
breaks of pretty small oak trees, like three inch diameter,
But there was lots of tree breaks. I I don't
see people breaking oak trees, even of that size. It
didn't make sense. So I continue this. At the same time,
I'm noticing along this trail what I call twig breaks.
They're very subtle. They were in mostly beaches, a little
bit in some Douglas fir. There weren't allowed of Douglas fur,
but some they would be on the edges of this
fairly wide old road bed. But it would just be
like if you're going to break a pencil, just like
something had reached out one handed and just used its
thumb and pushing its thumb against its forefinger and its
middle finger would just break the twig and only up
into branches up to maybe half an inch thickness, but
big enough that I'd have a really hard time breaking them.
But some of them were very small, but some were
seven and a half feet off the ground that this
would happen. Were low somewhere only about thirty inches off
the ground on both sides of the trail, very subtle.
I would notice some of them before the leaves were
even weilding. Some of them would really flash when the
leaves were wilting. And I have kind of a mind
for figures, and maybe anyhow, I just thought a chance
to quantify something in the Sasquatch world. Very little as quantified.
Would measure tracks, That's about it. But here was something.
It was occurring with enough number I could quantify. So
I started bringing a tape measure with me. I had
a little notebook. I would measure how far off the
ground these brakes were. I would measure the thickness in
millimeters of the brakes. I brought this little see through ruler.
I started taking pictures. I had a white piece of
paper that I would use at background as background so
you could see the brakes better. In the end, Miguel
I got one hundred and thirty twig breaks along that
trail that all seemed to come from the same summer
one hundred and thirty, and I started writing a paper. Now,
I'm not a scientist. I have a college degree, it's
not in science. I took a lot of math and physics.
But I'm not a scientist. But I thought, I can
quantify this. I can crank these numbers. I can put
I love spreadsheets, I could put them in spreadsheets. I
can make grass. And I did, and I ended up
writing a paper, and I seemed to find a signal
in the twig breaks. It seemed that they were coming
from at least two different sized beings. I looked at
how I would reach out and break twigs if it
was me, and I reasoned that I would go from
my hips up to my shoulders. Maybe eye level be
the highest I would go. And I looking at that,
I reason that some of these breaks are being done
by something that was about Patty's size, about seven foot
four is what I calculated. But some of them were
being done by something that was more like this five
feet tall. And I thought, maybe it's an adult with
a young one walking up this trail, and they're using them,
maybe to tell the other that they're there that they
walked up the trail. I don't know. It's very subtle,
but if you're looking for subtleties, you see it. So
I wrote up this paper. I submitted it to doctor
Jeff Melgram. He had online the Relic Hominid Inquiry and
online journal, which had mostly scientific papers on it. But
actually got a response for him, and he said, we
are looking for citizen science papers now and we're going
to consider your paper, and I'll have a few suggestions
for you, but I'm interested. So great. He maybe promised
not to shop at elsewherery they wanted for shot. It
then began, unfortunately, just two months of pass I hear nothing.
I'd email them back and say, oh, I'm really sorry,
we'll get right to it. Two months of pass nothing.
Now I know he might have been getting ill during
that time, so now I have more compassionate. At the time,
it almost feels like he was he was stalling me
or something, just trying not to get the paper published.
I really don't know what the story is. I think
the paper is interesting. I ended up getting an academia
dot edu backslash Norman Solely site. It's a place where
people can put up their scientific papers. It's usually I
credited people, but it didn't stop me, so I did it.
So you can get to that paper and another more
recent one, and also a stick structure presentation to that
site Academia dot edu backslash Norman solely the last thing
I was going to mention about western mass and then
I could stop talking for a minute. My gifting station.
I went up there early January, I think it was
of twenty twenty five, and just cracks me up. There
was about twenty feet twenty five feet from the gifting
station there had been I think it was a maple.
It was broken about ten feet off the ground where
it was about six inches thick. No sign of rot
or anything. It was. It was like a pretty clean break.
It was a snap, and it had been broken over
my gifting station. I already mentioned how it was a
log round on a pile of rounds with a flat
rock on top of it. It was broken and laid
perfectly across the top of my gifting station. It completely
bisected the top of that flat rock on top of
the round, on top of the violet logs. I cannot
imagine that tree breaking naturally and falling with force and
hitting that gifting station and not just sending everything flying.
It was like the tree had been broken but then
carefully brought down to the ground and laid right over
the center of my gifting station. And to me, the
message was instantly clear. It was cut it out with
the subtext stuff stop feeding our kids. You freaking I
really think that's what it is. You know people talk
about talking on out of the woods. I didn't. I
just set up the gifting station and started putting stuff
there without any thought to how it might be received.
If you, Miguel started feeding kids two miles away, just
leaving food out for them at the end of their
driveway or something, candy and things, you could imagine the
parents would not be real keen about that. They would
be a little suspicious as to your motive. And instead
of being frightened, which I probably should have been, but
I laughed for five minutes. It was like a belly love.
To me, it was just hilarious as it suddenly stime home,
God with a dope, you are Norman to just leave
the food out here without any explanation like that. I
just totally I shortcutted good manners there. There was also
I think I noticed on the same trip there was
a stump I would sit down on while I would
eat lunch or a snack or something before i'd head
back down the hill, and there was an oak tree
next to me, only like a three four inch trunk,
maybe twelve fifteen foot tree. No, there's got to be
more than that twenty foot but anyhow, I sat down
on it one day and I noticed there's like strips
of bark laying on the ground, and I realized, one
of these strips it's still attached at the base of
this oak tree, but it had been ripped loose about
ten feet off the ground, well beyond my reach, and
had been pulled from the tree all the way down
to almost the base of the tree and then released
right there where there's no way that I couldn't see it.
So it felt very personal, and even though I never
really felt eyes on me on that hike, at that
point I realized, Wow, something knows that I sit here
and that I'm going to notice this, and once again
it's a message. But it was unclear to me that
might have been more just of hey, we're here, and
you should know, we're you should know, we know you're here, Yeah,
any any questions or comments and you go, yeah.
Speaker 1: It sounds like you've had a lot of strange experiences
throughout your life, from Alaska, Washington to the East Coast
and back to Alaska. Essentially, that is a real sasquatch
triangle right there. And yeah, I can see why you
thought that was sasquatch at the lake. You heard these
strange hows and it sounded like something was outside and
you found that that strange track, and yeah, to me,
it sounds like they were watching you the entire time.
Speaker 2: Yeah, that was my first attempt to look for sasquatch.
Speaker 1: Yeah, that's pretty cool, and you're in a good area
for that for sure. Yeah, let's see what else happened.
The creature that you encountered that was about one hundred
and one hundred and fifty feet away. You said it
was about five and a half feet tall, and it
was very dark, possibly like a blackish brown color. What
do you think its intentions were?
Speaker 2: It was definitely just black. It had no snout. I
probably should have mentioned that, but it's high stepping completely
eliminates to me the black beer concept. I think it
was just curious. I think it was there to spy
on humans. I don't know that there would have been
anything levolent about that spying. I think it was just entertainment.
I also think it probably had some grown ups nearby, probably,
and probably they were aware of me and keep and
an eye on things that whole time. I didn't I
mentioned also there was that swampy area there. I resolved
to go explore that, but when I headed out in
that direction, I had that feeling of, you know, probably
not good to go in here. So I think that
was an area they were finding refuge and they also
like watching the people. Yeah.
Speaker 1: Absolutely. You mentioned that they were watching your girlfriend at
the time, and that's not too far out there. These
creatures are very curious. We're a form of entertainment to them,
and they're attracted to women and children.
Speaker 2: Yeah. Yeah, I can't. I can't help but laugh. I mean,
that matted down area is all like six or eighty
feet from where she was showering.
Speaker 1: Said she was good looking too, so there is that.
Speaker 2: Yeah, Yeah, there was that as well. You know, a
carpenter in good shape, athletic.
Speaker 1: Yeah, yeah, sounds like a good kind of woman to
have around.
Speaker 2: Yeah, she's not around much anymore. But yeah, she's a
good woman to have around.
Speaker 1: Yeah, a handy woman, that's for sure. And you found
strange structures in the area, as far as broken trees,
possible glyphs, and areas where you could tell they were
hanging out at.
Speaker 2: Yeah. Another time, I have a route to my cab
and I call it a trail, but really it's it's
just what I make with my own feet. Not many
people follow it besides me, ever, But one day I
was about half way up and I found a broken
it did It's like at the top of a tree
had been pushed into the middle of my trail, right
smack dab in the middle of my trail. And I
looked around me and there was dead fall there. And yeah,
it's possible something fell out and stuck in the ground,
But really, when you think about it, do you recall
ever finding a branch stuck into the ground that had
fallen from a tree. It doesn't really go that way.
The same girlfriend, I left it alone because I'm superstitious,
and to me, it was like, hey, we're here, we're
watching you, buddy. My girlfriend came up and I showed
it to her and she pulls it out of the
ground which I had. I wanted to make sure it
was stuck in the ground. It was about three inches,
but I carefully put it back in. She pulls it
out of the ground, looks at it, and it just
throws it over her shoulder, and I'm like, don't offend them.
And it may have been the same trip. We got
up to the cabin and the cabin door was wide open,
and she freaked out when we found that. It looked
like it had been opened for a while. There were
leaves blown into the cabin onto the floor, but nothing
was touched inside. And this is you know, this is
grizzly black bear of wolverine, kyote wolves. There's all sorts
of hungry things up there. Nothing was touched, but the
door was wide open, and the door opens out. I
made it opening out because I have a paranoia about
grizzlies leaning on an in swinging door and just popping
it open, so I swing it out and make an
extra strong jam so that won't happen. It was open outwards.
It was really hard to explain it as a wind
blown effect to find it that way, and it took
a while to convince my girlfriend to gourd to the cabin.
I had to look all through the cabin and reassure
that there's nothing scary inside.
Speaker 1: Did you ever find out if the house was haunted?
Speaker 2: Haunted? Is that what you asked?
Speaker 1: Yeah, because you mentioned and she said she'd hears strange
noises in the house.
Speaker 2: Oh okay, yeah, that was my cabin I was talking
about back here at this house. I should have mentioned that.
The odd thing was was after I moved in, the
house stopped making noises. It was quiet. It was like,
for some reason, me being there changed the noise level.
I never heard noises except that one bang on the
side of the house that day.
Speaker 1: Okay, yeah, yeah, So how did you end up writing
the book before Patty?
Speaker 2: Before Patty is volume one of a three book series,
And thank you for asking. Miguel. That's a little bit
of a sasquat story too, but I'm going to condense
it if I can. Twenty nineteen, I decided I'm going
to treat myself and go to my first ever sasquatch conference.
And it was the twenty nineteen International Bigfoot Conference in Kennewick, Washington,
and I was living up in Alaska at the time,
so it was kind of a big deal to go
down there. And I was also at a National Park
Service employee, so you can imagine anybody I talked to
at the conference really queued in on those two things.
They wanted to know what my insider knowledge was and
all that. I go to this conference and one of
the speakers to make it an international conference is doctor
Igor Bertze. I don't know if you've heard of him,
but he's like a contemporary of doctor Bayanov and Marie Friedman.
He's part of the Center for International Hominology. They actually
over there at an academic level, took the Harry bipeds
more seriously than they have ever been taken by science
in North America, to the extent that they actually have
this little international Center of Hominology. Uh So, doctor Igor spoke,
and he was already at that point, late seventies, skinny guy,
but you know, he's he's hanging in there. He's he's
he can walk and move around and get out in
the field and all that. Russell Record, though acted as
his translator, even though he spoke in English, it was
so heavily accidented it was hard to understand him. So
it's kind of a who watching Russell repeat what he
was staying up there, but doctor Bertsev mentioned that he
had written a book about sasquatching Asia and that he
had copies for sale, so the break came right after
he was done with his talk. I made a bline
for the vendor tables. I found the books, beautiful books.
My copy is within reach right now. Two columns each page,
one call um Russian, one column English. The English is
often translated, I believe by doctor Igor berts Of himself,
so it's really rough. It's got to kind of work
in understanding it. I ask the young guy there how
much the book is. Apparently he had just been watching
the table while doctor Bertstev was speaking and he didn't know.
But just then Igor walks up and the guy turns
to him and says, this gentleman is interested in buying
the book and wants to know how much it is.
And Igor Berthstev says loud enough for me and the
other six eight people gathered around. He says three hundred dollars.
And one woman said, oh, I can't pay that much
for a book, and she's stalked off, and you can
hear the crowd muttering, and Igor looks at me, and
he comes closer, and he leans in close, and he says,
too much for you, two hundred dollars, and I had
to buy it. I pulled out my wallet. I thought,
this poor old guy's been slepping this book across the world,
hoping he's going to pay for his by selling the book.
I bought the book. It wasn't until twenty twenty two
that I really read it. I got a lot of books,
and in it I found it was an address by
doctor Bayanov, another Russian from I think two thousand and five,
maybe twenty ten. But in it he mentions this story
that doctor ed Fush, an anthropologist in Washington State, had
written a paper about a hybrid child that was born
on an Indian reservation that was the product of an
abduction of an Indian woman, but that she had escaped,
and Bayanov finishes this section by saying, I wish that
somebody in North America would devote as much attention to
this story as doctor Bertsev has to the Zana story
in Russia. Zana once again was supposed to have had
children by male modern humans, including Keywit and doctor berts
I has done a lot of research into that himself.
So I read the story and I had that much
to go on, and I decided to look for the paper,
and it's online. You could find at Miguel in a
few minutes if you look up doctor ed Fusch Fusc.
I think about all you're gonna find is this paper,
and I believe it's in a big footology website. But
it's just posted by itself without the maps and illustrations, unfortunately,
but you can get the entire text of this paper
in the paper. A part of it is about the abduction.
He had interviewed Calville Reservation residents and some of them
claimed to be king a pack of descendants, but he
interviewed them in nineteen eighty five. These were events that
had happened in the eighteen nineties, so it was like
family lore, and some things they got right, some things
they got wrong. But they literally believed that this was true.
They told the story of an Indian woman getting abducted.
She got abducted in view of other people, but they
were afraid to shoot because they had a belief that
if you harm ascanacum as they called it. Actually their
pronunciations were like scannacum, but if you harm Ascanicum that
they will get twelve times of revenge back, so they
were scared to shoot at the scanacom carrying off. Howyaciat
Kolakin was her name, but I think it was about
two months later she saw some writers, some Indian writers,
through the woods, and even though her abductor was sleeping
in bushes not too far away while she was digging
Eskimo potatoes, I believe she ran for the riders and
managed to get onto one of their horses with them,
and she escaped. Unfortunately, though she escaped pregnant. I'm not
sure she knew at the time, but she had a child.
The family, including Afrusha's informance, were where that this child,
who I'm not making this up, was named Patrick. Of
all names, this child was half Sasquatch half modern human,
which is kind of an amazing thing right there. To
think we're dealing with something that can interread with us.
That's a far cry from the elusive mountain ape that
I grew up with. But I was able to get
a few solid facts out of Red's paper, and I
then shared those facts with Heather Moser of Small Town Monsters.
I knew her from a couple of documentaries they did,
and they filmed me for those documentaries, and I got
big parts in him. I'm like the folks. He Alaskan
guy was my role. So I shared them with Heather
because I knew she was very into genealogy, and I
knew she had a subscription to one of these services,
and I knew she wouldn't be able to resist. I
gave her just the basic facts I found about too
late days later, she contacts me and says, I think
I found him. I think he's a real person. He
left records. I don't think what Ed wrote is right.
Ed wrote that Ed was told that he died about thirty.
But I think what happened was Patrick took a bad
turn in life and the relatives preferred to think of
him as dead that point, but he actually he lived
to be seventy years old. I believe he had a
long life. He had eight children of his own, which
is amazing, and some of them had children. He outlived
all but two of his children. I think it was
Patrick was, despite his lifestyle, a very sturdy guy, very sturdy,
but he had a problem with alcohol, for better or
for worse, I mean personally that's definitely for worse. But
that's part of why there's so much of a record,
literal record at times. I found more than one hundred
and sixty documents that point two Patrick being an actual individual.
This was a guy who had to register for two
World War drafts, two of them. This guy just could
not catch a break. He applied for Social Security, he
owned land, he got to the Indian allotment system. He
ended up with about one hundred and four acres. I
have in my possession a copy of the land patent
signed by President Woodrow Wilson, which is stunning to think.
I think he got citizenship in nineteen twenty four with
the Indian Rights Voting Actor whatever it was called. We're talking,
and this is my belief, and it's my belief based
upon two years of research. I did the work to
earn for myself the belief in the story. Nobody else
even should believe this story. They should just maybe find
it some more interesting material about sasquatch. But it convinced
me that sasquatch deserves to be considered at least within
the genus Homo. The genus our species, Homo sapiens is
in and that's based upon the fact that they can
intergree with us. That means they are closely related. We've
got lots of abduction stories and I relate some of
them in my book Before Patty, Volume one, Patrick, the Sasquatch,
Human hybrid and Our Genetic Inheritance. And I refer to
the genetic inheritance in the title because I mentioned already
the children that Patrick had, those of course would have
been quarter Sasquatch. I've got pictures of three of them.
There's a couple oddities in the pictures, not remarkably odd.
You wouldn't probably take a second look at these children.
Patrick himself was odd looking. But the genetic inheritance part
comes from those kids had children, and those kids had children.
I've found without looking, without trying. I've found descendants in
four different states. And that's without trying, because I personally,
I would be horrified to have descendants outed. I don't
want that to be through me, so I gave up
looking at a certain point. But I did some math,
and I calculated, based upon a couple of assumptions, that
there's somewhere in the high forties of living descendants right
now walking around in North America. A couple of them
might be off the continent by now, I don't know,
but the genes are in US. It's not a matter
of they're related to us. It's a matter they're part
of us. They're literally part of us now and probably
always have been.
Speaker 1: Yeah, very interesting, and I've heard about the Russian and
it seems to be true. Where can people find your
book and what's the best place to purchase it?
Speaker 2: Off of well, the book is going to be easy
to find. I set up a website mainly because I
didn't want somebody to steal the domain name immediately. But
it's before patty dot com, before patty dot com. There
you'll find some of the pictures I've taken of stick structures,
including gifting stations, on there, but you'll also find links
to the books I've written and before Patty is available
also at Amazon. You can go write to Amazon if
you want. I don't care. I just you know, I'm
passionate about the mission. I'm not here to make a
lot of money. I just want people to stop shooting
at him and chasing them around, give them a break,
treat them like an uncontacted tribe. But before Patty dot Com,
you can also just Google before Patty. I'm sure it'll
pop up a couple places down as a book at Amazon.
You can get it hardcover, you can get it ebook, Kindle,
you can get it soft cover. You can also get
it to ingram Spark, which is a wholesaler for those
of you libraries that would like to stock this book,
which I would love to see bring it full circle
from me checking out John Green Books as a kid.
But yeah, it should be easy to get.
Speaker 1: All right, Norman. I appreciate you for sharing your experiences
and your book, and if somebody wants to check it out,
I'll put a link in the description and hopefully it'll
help people better understand what these things truly are.
Speaker 2: Thank you, Michael. I really appreciate the opportunity to talk
about my experiences out about the book and to get
that message across that we're dealing with an uncontacted tribe
that doesn't want to be contacted. Really.
Speaker 1: Yeah. Absolutely, And if you run into anything else in
the future and you feel the need to talk about it,
you can definitely contact the channel and I would love
to hear about it.
Speaker 2: Well, that's great, Miguiel. It is volume one, so you
might hear from me a couple more times in the future.
Speaker 1: Yea great, there might be a few more volumes in
the future. And definitely be safe when you're out there.
You live in Alaska, it's pretty rugged terrain. A lot
of people go missing. There's a lot of strange, unexplained
activity taking place, So you be safe out there.
Speaker 2: Okay, will do Miguiel.
Speaker 1: Thank you all right, Thank you, and you have an
excellent day, my friend.
Speaker 2: Okay, you take care of brother.
Speaker 1: All right. Thank you Norman for coming on and sharing
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