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