Speaker 1: So I have a story I'd like to share. It
happened years ago, back when I was in high school.
My friends and I would camp out in the woods
in and around the neighborhood. Brad and Steve and I
were heading out into the woods on a Friday. It
was just about dark, so Brad ran ahead to get
the fire started while Steve and I carried the cooler
out to the site. As Steve and I headed down
the path towards the site, we stopped for a second
to put the cooler down. We both lit a cigarette
and were chatting when all of a sudden I noticed
it was eerily silent. No crickets chirping, no birds, nothing,
just dead silence. The next thing I know, about one
hundred yards down the path, there was an almost ninety
degree turn. Brad comes hauling around the corner, and as
soon as we saw him, he started yelling go, run, run,
get out of here. Steve and I stood there waiting
for Brad to get to us to see what was
going on. Brad just kept screaming run go as he
blew right by us, heading back out of the woods.
So me and Steve tossed our cigarettes left the cooler
there and started running after Brad. Finally, when we got
out of the woods, we caught up to Brad in
a field that led to some other woods. You could
see in Brad's face that he was spooped. I've never
seen anybody that scared before in my life, and as
long as i've known Bread, even still to this day,
he doesn't scare easily, if at all. After we caught
our breath, we asked Brad, dude, what was that all about?
What happened? He started saying, I saw something. I saw
something in the trees. You guys are going to think
I'm lying that I'm full of it. So, after about
a minute and a couple of drags off a cigarette,
Brad says, you guys have known me for a long time.
Have I ever lied to you guys about anything? No,
we said in unison. So Brad says, when I got
to the campsite, I started to grab some wood to
get the fire going, and as I was picking up
some wood, I got a real eerie feeling like something
was watching me. I looked around and didn't see anything,
and then as I reached down to pick up some sticks,
I noticed that it was dead quiet, no sound at all.
As I stood back up after picking the sticks up,
I noticed movement up in a tree on my right,
and when I looked up there, I saw something. What
did you see? We asked. I don't know how to
say this, said Brad, or how to explain, other than
to say I saw a predator like in the movie.
Me and Steve started laughing, but something in the fear
in Brad's face or the fact that he doesn't lie
stopped us after a few seconds. So as Brad started
to say, I knew you guys wouldn't believe me, Steve
looks back at him and says, Brad, predator, come on,
And Brad started to explain, I didn't see an actual predator,
but you know in that movie how it camouflages itself
and it's like see through. That's what I saw. It
was up in the trees, and I could see the
distortion was moving side to side, almost like swaying in
the breeze. And then he said he saw it move
over to another tree next to the one he spotted
it on and just dropped the sticks in his hands
and took off running. So the three of us just
stood there trying to decide what and if we were
men enough to go back and get the cooler so
we could go back to my house and party there.
Brad waited in the field as Steve and I went
back into the woods to grab the cooler with our
heads on a swivel. Luckily, the cooler was only a
couple one hundred yards into the woods and was visible
from the field where the path started. Otherwise that cooler
would be staying there for the night. I've been in
those woods one hundred times since then and grew up
and then prior to that night. Brad still to this day,
swears he saw what he said he saw, and I
believe him.
Speaker 2: I want to share my experience in Chetwynd in nineteen
ninety three, I worked for a forestry contractor based out
of Prince George. We were working helicopter contracts being flown
in daily for patching clearcuts that had failed their first
effort to replant several years before. The first few days
were without issue, and a few guys working the limit
of the clear cut claimed to have seen some tracks
in the mud. I saw a few, and they were
way larger than my size fourteen foot. The rumors started
to make the rounds, and the guys who lived in
the area, which is British Columbia, thought nothing of it,
like it was normal to see these giant tracks. The
guys who came from the east in Canada tended to
be more skeptical than they mocked the rest of us.
But a few days later we noticed that some of
our tree planning shovels had gone missing. This one on
day after day, and our boss was furious. Replacing lost
shovels for workers when they are flown in by helicopter
to inaccessible areas is a big fricking deal. We didn't
have access to a local hardware store. Our boss said,
whoever's doing this, better not this shit off now. Not
only will you lose your job, I'm going to turn
my back and let the guys who are now unable
to make money have their way with you. We were
all terrified of being labeled as the thief while simultaneously
suspecting the guy we liked the least as the culprit.
At any rate, the shovels kept disappearing, and soon vehicles
were being vandalized. It quickly became apparent that none of
us were doing this. The more the work slowed, the
less money we made. All of us were angry to
miss out on the income, every one of us. And
still the shovels kept vanishing. At the base, the trucks
were having large stones thrown at them and breaking out windows.
Those were stones that we struggled to roll or lift,
and the damage done to our trucks was like these
stones were launched from a cannon. The damage was extensive.
One truck that was new only two months prior was
in fact written off or totaled. We didn't see anything
and we didn't hear anything, at least not there. But
I also know that no one flew their own personal
helicopter in each day to steal our forty five dollars shovels,
and each person on my crew stayed the whole season,
so it didn't appear that there were any dissidents among us.
I can't say it was a siequatch, but then I
don't know of too many other possibilities. I don't know
any animal that I've encountered in my forty six years
in Canada that would steal shovels or launch a fifty
pound stone at a vehicle. Whatever, kind of being did
this had dexterity, and it acted with intelligence and stealth,
all the while maintaining a constant presence that fifty some
odd guys never detected. Was it a sisquatch? I haven't
seen one of these beings face to face, but I
have lived alone in the woods and at times with
a few others off grid for five years of my
life in British Columbia, Northern Manitoba, and Central Ontario, hundreds
of miles from the nearest towns. In addition to my
chetwind experience, I have seen tracks, and I've heard calls
that I can't place, and I have viewed tree origami
that just doesn't make sense given the general accepted catalog
of North American animals. I don't want to take up
more of your time. I just thought i'd share these things.
If you ever had more questions, please email me. Dude,
you're not taking up my time. This is what I do.
He goes on to write, my wife and I are
headed back to British Columbia to travel in camp and
head up to the Yukon and Alaska next year, and
I can't wait. My heart is in those woods given
my occupation and work. I need to ask that my
name not be revealed. I wish it were otherwise, but
I know you have a keen interest in these things,
and I wanted to share this with you. Well, that's
his first experience, and that's that's quite fascinating. You know
a bunch of guys work in the timber industry. All
of them have shovels, and all of a sudden, these
shovels just start vanishing. Why would anybody steal a shovel
and take you know, they're just costing themselves money. And
then the rocks being thrown through the trucks. But he
has another story. This one is not Bigfoot related, but
it is fascinating. A matter of fact, it's way better,
not better, but it's way more interesting to me than
his first story. And you're gonna I think you may
agree with me, he writes. I'm taking some lunch right now,
and also taking a much needed break from some internal
audits my company performs, and I'd like to share another
experience I had. This one occurred just weeks before the
initial experience I previously shared with you. It doesn't fall
into a typical CRYPTIDS or UFO story. But it's actually
more frightening for me because to this day I don't
know what happened, nor does the guy who was with me.
My former brother in law, John, and I left Winnipeg
early April of nineteen eighty five to head the British
Columbia to work for the summer near Chatwind. We decided
that we would drive through the day and night on
this twenty four hour journey in TI take some stops
along the way, even though it would make our trip
more like thirty six hours long. My nineteen eighty four
VW Golf was packed to the roof and I'm sharing
this because it will be pertinent later in the event.
We left Lloydminster, Alberta, at roughly two thirty after an
uneventful first day of driving. After driving all that day,
we had both hit our second wind and drove rather
than resting, despite the late hour and having been on
the road over twelve hours at that point. We were
traveling west on Highway sixteen, which in Canada is known
as the Yellowhead. In these parts, there are not a
lot of people and we would pass another car maybe
every half hour at best. There's just not much doing
in these parts during the day and absolutely nothing at night.
To keep ourselves going. We had the windows rolled down
for the cool night air, and had some of our
favorite tunes playing on my stereo, and we smoked a
few good cigars just to pass the time. I remember
changing the song on the stereo and glancing at the time.
It was three forty five and we still had an
hour and forty five minutes to Edmund, Alberta. What happened
next I can only describe as if my life was
like an old real film that someone cut seven hours
of time out of and spliced it back together again,
because in a flash, seven hours of time that we
would not have otherwise known went missing, except for that
it was now clear daylight and we were not on
the highway. One minute I was driving, and the next
I was in the hatch of my car with my
body pressed into the roof, laying on my back, upside
down and looking backwards out the hatch with my face
pressed against the glass. I called for John again and
again to help me because I was stuck. I would
later learn that he was upside down, his upper body
in the footwell with his head wedge behind the center console.
I kept calling to him to help me and open
the hatch, because there was no way that I could
get out otherwise I was pressed in there in a
way that defied any logic. Eventually, John got to the
back of the car and he helped me out. We
were finally free and both of us standing next to
the car, and we gazed around, confused for several minutes,
and we only stared some wild eyed glances at each other.
I offered him a cigarette and we sat and what
we now realized was a field of mature wheat with
no highway in sight. I glanced at the time and
it was ten thirty with the sun shining bright. Finally,
after finishing a cigarette, I said, I don't know what
just happen, but I want you to take a piece
of paper and we're both going to write down what
we can each recall since we left the most recent
gas station in Lloydminster. After doing that, we compared notes
and shared exactly the events that I just shared with you.
We then looked around and saw a gravel road not
too far away. The soil was bone dry, so I
could make it out in my VW golf and in
doing so, it dawned on me that we were ruining
this old mature wheat as we drove out, but astonishingly
had not made any visible path getting to the spot.
And with this I started to shake. And when John
looked over at me and saw me shaking, he saw
what I was seeing. The realization that we had been
placed in this field was shocking. He started to cry,
I suppose, out of fear. And then it sank in
that we just lost seven hours of our lives. It
went from night to day and highway to a random field.
In the blink of an eye. I followed the gravel
road and it led me back to Highway sixteen, and
for a moment I thought, okay, maybe I just went
off the highway and passed out. Now this called me
for a moment, and then I saw the road signs
and I realized that we were now back east, fifteen
kilometers or nine miles from where we were last. To
explain this more clearly, we were traveling in the same
place we were driving the last ten minutes before we
went blank. Now we were more freaked out than ever,
and I pulled over because my foot shook so much
to drive a steady throttle, and I looked over the
car there was not a spot of damage to the car.
We were not hurt or disturbed in any way that
we could tell other than our car. It was nine
miles backwards from where we left off, in the middle
of a wheat fill with no tracks leading to where
my car wound up, and then seven hours of my
life had vanished. When we arrived in Prince George at
corporate headquarters, we checked into the medical clinic. I feared
I had some mental episode, or we had our drink
spiked or something, but both John and I checked out okay.
We passed the required toxicology screening for our employment. John
and I have run into each other occasionally over the
past twenty five years, and we both recall the same details.
To this day. I have no idea what happened to
me and John, and in being brave enough to share
a few times with others, we have only faced ridicule.
I'm not prepared to say that I was abducted by something,
but I also know that what occurred was not just
me falling asleep at the wheel. Don't know what occurred
that night twenty five years ago. In later years, I
would learn professionally that this world is not what we think,
we were raised to think it is. I look forward
to the day that I can speak on that more clearly.
Keep up the good work, Cameron. I really like your
format where people can feel they have nothing they have
to prove, they can just share we and they are
not crazy. And society is programmed to make us feel
scared of being labeled and mocked as such.