OREGON - Mysteries, Legends, and Disappearances with Steve Stockton

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Hello friends.

This video was suggested by a long time subscriber

and fan, Kendall Berg.

She writes in the comments section,

please do create her lake organ.

I'm an organ native and would love to hear stories

from my home state.

Also, I love your channel.

Thank you for all the stories.

I love them.

Kendall, thank you for your comment.

We appreciate your kind words.

And we also took your requests to heart.

So, Kendall and everyone, please join us now

for five strange disappearances and mysteries

from a crater lake organ.

Now, some of these stories can be found in my latest book,

National Park Mysteries and Disappearances Volume 3,

the Pacific Northwest, which includes

Oregon, Washington and Idaho.

It's available from Amazon and Kendall

and Pay for Bank format.

And it's also available wherever fine books are sold.

There is a link in the description.

Now, on to Crater Lake.

First, I feel a little background in history as an order.

Crater Lake National Park was established in 1902

and is located in Southern Oregon.

In total, the park covers 183,224 acres,

which includes Crater Lake and the surrounding hills

and forests.

Many years ago, Mt. Mazama collapsed,

creating a nearly 2,118 foot deep caldera

that partially fills Crater Lake.

The amount of water in the lake

has replaced approximately every 250 years by rain and snow,

which offsets the evaporation.

This is the deepest lake in the United States,

measuring some 1,949 feet.

For maximum depth, it ranks ninth in the world,

while for main slash average depth, it ranks third.

There are two small islands in Crater Lake.

Located near the lake's western shore,

Wizard Island is approximately 316 acres in size,

while Phantom Ship, a natural rock pillar,

is located near its southern shore.

Because the lake has no inlet suitributaries,

its waters are some of the purest in the world

due to the lack of pollutants.

There are relatively high levels of dissolved salts

in the lake as well.

Due to its high elevation and influence

in the Pacific, Crater Lake has a sub-alpine climate.

Summers are mild and dry, but winners are cold and snowy,

with average snowfalls reaching 505 inches per year,

and maximum snow cover of 139 inches or 3.53 meters.

It usually takes until mid-July for the snow to melt.

Even into the summer, hard frost are possible

in the Crater Lake area.

The surface temperature of the lake ranges

from 33 degrees Fahrenheit to 66 degrees.

In the summertime, the lake normally fluctuates

between 1560 degrees Fahrenheit.

Now, as a result of the collapse of Mount Missama,

Crater Lake had no fish until man named William G. Steel

decided to stock it in 1888 in order to allow for fishing.

The fish were regularly stocked until 1941,

when it became evident that the fish

could maintain a stable population

without assistance from the outside.

Two fish species have survived from the original stocking,

coca-candy salmon and rainbow trout,

with the salmon being the most abundant.

As part of its history, Crater Lake is also known

for the old man of the lake, a full-sized tree

that's been bobbing in the water for over a century.

As a result of the low temperatures of the lake,

the decomposition of the wood has been slowed considerably.

Crater Lake is sacred to the climate tribe,

the Native Americans indigenous to the area.

Generations ago, they told of it being the crossing point

between the scale, the spirit from above,

and Lao, the spirit from below.

And we like for author of haunted hikes,

spying tingling tails and trails

from North America's National Parks

rights to this of Crater Lake.

Lao and scale fought gory battles here.

Lao ripped skulls apart from his chest,

and scale retaliated by dismembering Lao

and throwing the body parts into the lake.

Idiot's monsters gobbled up everything

but Lao's head, but the lake still holds Lao's spirit.

When stirred, he may brew up storm clouds.

When angered, he may peer in the form

of a giant crayfish that climbs up out of the lake,

snatches people off the rim of the crater

that surrounds the lake and drags them down into the water.

So now that we know what Crater Lake is,

how it was formed and what it represents

to the indigenous tribes of the area,

let us look into the first disappearance.

That of little Sammy Bulkie.

In the early afternoon of October 14, 2006,

Sammy Bulkie, age eight,

was playing near the Cleetwood Cove area

in Crater Lake National Park with his father,

Kenneth Bulkie, 48.

Sammy disappeared into the woods

after running up a cinder slope.

Despite his passion for life,

Sammy was stubborn at times.

Also, as a result of having a mild form of autism,

he was terrified of loud noises and bright lights.

At the time his disappearance,

Sammy stood four feet 11 inches tall,

weighed 85 pounds and had short brown hair and brown eyes.

The last time he was seen,

he was wearing a long-sleeved black and green t-shirt,

jeans, a blue coat,

and red sweat slip on shoes with rubber soles.

While the little boy did have camping experience,

he had no formal wilderness survival training

given his young age.

At around 4 p.m. that day,

the Bulkie family had pulled over at a pull-out,

500 yards east of the Cleetwood Cove parking lot area,

and were walking north along Rim Drive.

Sammy and his father were playing hide and seek

on a gravel slope,

and Sammy saw some yellow that he thought might be gold.

Sammy stayed on the slope for freezing to come down,

and his darkness approached,

and his father walked a short distance to their car

to return to their diamond-like cabin.

Can he Bulkie chased after Sammy?

The Sammy stayed at least 50 feet ahead,

likely considering it a game.

I never caught up with him as father said,

and at that point he disappeared over the top somewhere

and I lost him.

Within a matter of hours,

more than 200 people were calming an area

of about six square miles or 4,000 acres.

Dogs, helicopters, and heat-sensing cameras

were used to search for the boy for a week,

but he was never found.

Authorities said a helicopter crew spotted some tracks,

but they turned out to be most likely animal tracks.

After that, the search continued intermittently,

despite heavy snowfalls in the area.

7,000 feet above sea level,

the park gets more than 500 inches of snow per year.

Although it was unlikely Sammy would have fallen

into the lake because of obstacles on the slope,

technical climbing crews searched the slopes

from the rim of the caldera down to the shoreline.

Participating in the search for S.A.R. teams from Jackson,

Klamath, into shoots counties,

National Park Service Searchers,

and trackers from California, Washington, and Oregon.

Mount Hood and Mount Rear Rescue teams

are also involved as well as volunteers

consisting of employees from the Bureau of Land Management

and the U.S. Force Service.

It seems more than a little odd

that a boy of Sammy's age who was just slightly autistic

would run off into the woods

without any reason at all

and continued going until he was out of sight

and hearing range of his father.

Because it was cold,

this first instinct we would think would be to turn around

and return to his dad,

especially if he was calling for him

no matter how long he'd been hidden from him.

Sadly, no trace was ever found

and Sammy remains missing.

Next up, we have a strange disappearance of Derek Ingebretson.

East of the Cascade Range in South Central Oregon

lies upper Klamath Lake,

a large shallow freshwater lake.

Helikon butte rises over 3,800 feet

above the shore crater lake

as the steep-sided dormant volcano

located 28 miles south of the crater.

Sometime in the afternoon on December 5, 1998,

Derek Ingebretson, his father Robert

and his grandfather Bob 64

set out for a densely wooded mountain side

above upper Klamath Lake,

about 30 miles north of Klamath Falls.

They planned to find a Christmas tree

for the holiday season.

Derek was lost and never seen again.

Because of his love for the outdoors,

Derek was known as Bear Boy, even at the age of eight.

A week after he was born,

his mother carried him on a bear hunt and a pack.

In his youth, he hunted with his father

and picked mushrooms with his mother's father

on several of his mushroom expedition outings.

He had visited Pelconbute in the past.

Ingebretson family did not plan

to go Christmas tree hunting that year in the woods.

Although Robert looked forward

to a family Christmas tree hunt every year,

it was his wife, Laurie,

who convinced him to use an artificial tree that year.

Laurie wanted to keep the mess to a minimum,

but when a disabled neighbor asked for a tree,

Robert decided to go into the woods.

Robert remembers telling the group

that since it was already 2 p.m.,

it would be dark around 4 p.m.

since it was late in the year,

and he was driving along West Side Road

in his red Toyota pickup.

On his way to Rocky Fort Resort,

Bob pulled in to turn out at mile post 12.

The three of them climbed up an embankment

into a pine forest and Robert helped Derek

get into his blue snow suit.

Derek walked behind Robert,

who told him to stay with his grandfather.

Derek nagged his grandfather

that he wanted to catch up with his dad

as he chopped at small trees with his hatchet.

At some point, the grandfather relented

and the boy headed off in search of his father.

With the darkness closing in,

Robert and Bob met back up and asked each other,

where's Derek?

Robert recalls asking.

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Grandpa Bob replied,

I thought he was with you.

No, he was with you.

Despite the steady falling of heavy wet snow,

Robert turned on his heels and went back up the hill.

He called out to Derek, but no response came.

Robert then flagged down a man named Fred Heinz,

a motorist who was driving along at about 4.13 pm

and requested he dial 911 so the authorities

could be notified.

In the resort two miles away from the area

where Derek vanished, Heinz made the call.

Over the course of two weeks,

hundreds of people searched through several feet of snow

using snowmobiles and dogs to search for Derek.

Lori slept in a donated camper van at the turnout,

hoping Derek might see the bonfire and come to her.

Once she thought she saw Derek waving and smiling at her,

however, turned out she was just delirious from lack of sleep.

Derek's tracks were found by Robert, his dad

and other members of the family

in the newly fallen snow in the hours

and immediately following his disappearance.

Apparently, Derek had laid down in a clearing

near the road to make a snow angel,

when his boot prints were spotted near the spot

where Robert had last seen him.

There had been a snow pile that came by

and sadly the tracks leading away from the angel

were obliterated.

There were no tracks leading towards the woods

from the snow angel.

A smaller area of trees near the road was damaged

by Derek's hatchet cuts.

His father was confident that his son did not re-enter the woods.

Early in the evening, five to eight inches of snow

had fallen on the point.

The candy wrapper was found

and a makeshift lean-to shelter was found made out of branches.

It was unclear whether the candy wrapper

wore the lean-to or the handywork of Derek.

Derek's family believed that he had made his way to the road

and was probably picked up by a stranger,

although this explanation was for some reason

dismissed by the sheriff.

Bob discovered a hole in the ice

and a child's footprint on the bank during the search.

The next day, however,

I researched this area

and additional searches were carried out during the spring

thaw.

However, nothing was found.

Lorian, Robert, were informed sadly

by the Klamath County authorities

that their son was most likely deceased

eight days after he disappeared.

During the next seven days,

Robert, Lorian, about 100 volunteers stayed on the mountain.

Speculation intensified that Derek had been kidnapped.

When sub-zero temperatures forced the Ingram Bratsons

to enter search on December 18, 1998,

Robert drove straight from his graveyard shift at work

to the mountain to meet Lori every weekend

for the next two years.

These search areas were marked on a map for the couple.

It was widely believed that the authorities were too slow

to arrive at the scene.

The night Derek disappeared,

which led to criticism of the search and rescue effort.

The search did not begin in earnest until nearly five hours

after the first 911 call,

because the coordinator was reluctant to interrupt

a Christmas dinner at Molly's restaurant

for the annual award dinner of the Klamath County

search and rescue team,

before he was certain a rescue was needed.

Despite passing polygraphs,

Robert and Grandpa Bob remain suspects in Derek's case,

at least thought to have been negligent in some way.

Despite the grandfather's insistence,

Robert no longer spoke to him.

The blame for not finding Derek did indeed go to the father,

but the father felt the blame for losing him

when to Grandpa Bob.

Inga Batson was too overwhelmed with guilt

to even think of talking about it.

Robert took leave of work for several weeks,

and Derek's family spent thousands of dollars looking for him.

They even paid for psychics and a boat to search Klamath Lake.

They eventually went bankrupt due to these efforts.

The authorities claimed that Derek had simply

wandered off into the woods and died,

as remains had been scattered by animals.

However, the Inga Batson family never really believed that,

especially since no remains torn clothing,

nothing was ever found.

There was even a witness who said he'd seen a man

and a boy struggling on a highway nearby.

Then in 1999,

strange graffiti was found scrawled

on a rest area bathroom near Burns,

stating that Derek had been killed and buried.

It was later ruled a cruel hoax by the FBI.

A boy named Derek was found in Texas

under unusual circumstances,

and he looked a lot like the Inga Batson's son,

but was actually a different person.

Then, later on in 2000,

after several days of waiting for confirmation,

a bone discovered in Pelcom butte was identified

as being from a deer.

In 2001, the family mailbox received a handwritten letter.

The letter read, I know who took your son.

On July 11th, 2000,

Frank J. Milligan, 31-year-old state youth authority worker,

approached a ten-year-old boy at a Dallas Park

and offered him $100 to Moise Lawn.

In Milligan's car, the man asked the boy,

do you want to live or die?

Milligan bound the boy's hands with duct tape

and then forced him to walk down a dirt road

where he assaulted him.

After this vicious assault,

Millert left the boy for dead.

Despite the odds,

the boy woke up covered in his own blood

and got to a road where passing motorists

stopped to help him.

In this letter to the police and the Incabretzins,

admitted that Milligan had confessed

to doing away with Derek.

The letter arrived at the Incabretzin home in late 2001.

In another letter that arrived at the home in 2001,

Milligan's cellmate,

claimed that Milligan had admitted to him

that he had been the one that ended young Derek's life.

A detective from the Oregon State Police

who investigated the Dallas case confronted Milligan.

Milligan reportedly confessed to the crime

and agreed to lead investigators to the body.

The FBI used ground penetrating radar

to scan for bones at Silverfall State Park,

southeast of Salem, Oregon,

where Lori and Robert drove for five hours.

There were no results after several days of searching.

An assistant district attorney told the Incabretzins

that Milligan had agreed to plead guilty to killing the young boy

if they spared him the death penalty.

However, after Milligan was presented with the paperwork

a few days later,

he refused to sign the confession.

Was Derek Incabretzins abducted by Frank Milligan

or someone else as the police believed?

Or did he simply die from the cold

or maybe even an animal tag?

This mysterious case remains unsolved.

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Next up, Charles McCuller.

The melting man of crater lake.

January 7th, 1975.

18-year-old aspiring photographer Charles McCuller

was a free spirit at heart.

He was living in Virginia.

When he decided there was so much to explore

in national parks across the United States.

Charles was said to be very reliable

and kept in close contact with his family

even on the long trips that he liked to take.

Deciding to put more effort into his photography

and wanting to visit a friend in Oregon,

Charles packed a small backpack

and left everything else behind,

even his beloved Volkswagen bus.

He would make his way across the country

with the occasional bus ride,

but mostly by hitchhiking.

He wanted to see all the national parks in the United States

and one of those parks in particular caught his attention.

Greater Lake National Park in Oregon.

It was a convenient place from the start

as his friend lived nearby.

Very little facts surround this case

and Charles passed,

so why he decided to leave it the very moment he did

is still unclear.

What was clear, however,

by conversation he has with his father,

was that Charles wanted something different

and he was going to start his search

at Crater Lake National Park in Oregon.

Charles McCuller would leave Virginia the very next day.

Sadly, this would be the last time

his family would ever see him.

January 8, 1975,

mostly hitchhiking across the United States.

Charles first significant stop was in Yuma, Arizona.

Between January 16th and the 22nd of that year,

he had regular contact with his parents,

calling off to the Czechian

and update them on his progress and future plans.

On January 29th,

Charles placed one more call to his parents

to let them know he had made it to Eugene, Oregon,

and was staying with his friend.

This was the last call the McCullers would receive

from their son.

He told his friends that he would be staying

at Crater Lake for two days

because he wanted to photograph the area's

winter landscape and that if he wasn't back

by February 1st to send help.

This was the last contact Charles friends ever had with him.

It was reported during the search

that several people saw Charles

around the diamond lake area on the 29th

and a man that was cutting trees close to the park

had picked Charles up and dropped him off

near the park entrance.

Not being from the area,

Charles wasn't well versed with a terrain

he planned to photograph.

The winter months at Crater Lake

can be very and unexpectedly harsh for the upper pair.

In fact, it's not rare for the area

to see several feet of snow from one storm.

And at the time of Charles disappearance,

the weather report for Crater Lake stated

there was 24 to 90 inches on the ground

with snow drips of over 20 feet.

Temperatures at that time were well below freezing,

dipping down into the teens at night

and just over freezing during the day.

When gusts themselves hampered search and rescue efforts,

which were compounded and made worse with a blowing snow.

February 1st had came and went

and there was no word from Charles.

He was reported missing by his friends that day.

The search for Charles McCullough

was underway at a rapid pace.

The teams knew they had to make haste

as the weather was already bad and was getting worse

and wouldn't hold for very long

as there was a storm forecast for that night,

which called for more heavy snow

and gale-forced winds up to 60 miles an hour.

Round and aerial searches lasted for that day

and into the night and early morning hours of February 2nd.

Search was called off around 2 a.m.

due to the worsening weather conditions.

The search continued intermittently over the next several days,

although with a scaled down number of searchers,

again due to the weather conditions.

Local police didn't contact the McCullough

until February 10th to notify them

about their son's disappearance.

Also notified at the same time was the FBI.

Both Charles' parents and the FBI

made their way to the park and joined in the search efforts.

The efforts were still slow, though,

as the snow dressed in the latest storm

were 12 feet deeper more,

making it almost impossible to even find

where Charles camp may have been located.

The initial search lasted for months

without any sign of him being found whatsoever.

Charles's father stayed at Crater Lake,

camping by the shoreline throughout that spring and summer,

tirelessly looking for his son.

Sadly, he never found anything.

A full year and a half later, two hikers

that were on the Pacific Crest Trail

made a long turn and ended up 12 miles

into remote and boggy area in the park

where they came upon a thread-bearing backpack

that contained, among other things, a Volkswagen key.

The hikers marked the area with a piece of clothing,

then made their way to the Ranger Station

and informed them what they had found,

showing them the area where to go on a map that marked.

While going through the contents of the bag,

the hikers made a remark about the strange shaped key

that had been found.

A part-time park ranger that had been

part of the initial search for Charles named Mary and Jack

happened to be at the Ranger Station that day

and overheard the conversation.

As curiosity aroused, you walked over to the man

and looked at the key.

You remember the flyers that were made

when Charles went missing and one of the photos

on the flyer was of the key.

It turned out to be an important piece of evidence,

one they could link to Charles McCullough.

A new search party was formed

and from the information given by the hikers,

they tracked into Spagnum Bach

an area that was a full 12 miles off trail

of where Charles was supposed to have been.

The key that was found was later matched to the one Charles owned.

Further disturches would turn up a mysterious scene indeed.

Charles remains were found in a state of undress

and only his lower half was left.

His jeans run button and his belt undone.

His legs were broken at the shin bones

and they were sticking straight up.

His socks contained the street bones.

The only other part of the body that was found

was the crown of his skull

and it was over 10 feet away from the other parts of his body.

It was as if his upper body simply melted away.

His camera equipment along with his money, boots, coat,

and shirt were all missing just as was the rest of it.

The creepiest part was his jeans were found

in a sitting position on a falling log.

It was as if he had just been sitting,

staring at the lake when the unthinkable happened.

Some of speculated that Charles McCullough

was suffering from hypothermia,

which caused the condition known as paradoxical undressing.

This condition happens

when the core body temperature drops below 94 degrees

and because of the heat loss,

victims begin to think they're too hot.

They start removing their clothing to alleviate the heat.

When reality, they are freezing to death all the more faster.

This theory would explain his missing clothes

but what about the money in the camera equipment

and what happened to the other half of his remains?

How did he get a full 12 miles into this bog

and snow that was over a hundred inches deep?

And why was the FBI called into search for Charles?

In 2016, Stephen McCullough wrote an article

on his brother's case.

It reads, quote,

if only those broken shin bones could have talked to us.

What do you think they would say?

I bet they'd say something like this.

I hitched a ride with this creepy guy

who stole my camera equipment and money

and then took my life.

Then on a clear day in the dead of winter,

he hauled my body into the remotest part of crater lake,

took my shirt and boots off

and set me up on a log and left

figuring the animals would destroy the evidence by spring.

And hey, I guess it worked

because the cops ruled the death to be from natural causes.

My dad doesn't buy it though, in the quote.

At the time of this recording,

there have been no new developments

in the sad case of Charles McCullough.

Next up, a 70-year-old mystery

in Crater Lake National Park.

On July 21st, 1952,

while searching for missing United Service Motors executives

on a beautiful sunny summer's day at Crater Lake National Park,

a group of part-time park workers found the bodies

of the two men who have been murdered execution style.

Their neck ties have been used as gags

and remained in their mouths.

To this case, it's been solved 70 years ago.

First, let's take a look at who they were.

The men found on the trail that day

were a 53-year-old Charles Patrick Collaney

of Detroit, Michigan, and 56-year-old Albert Marston Jones

of San Francisco, California.

Both men were United Service Motors executives

and ancillary company of General Motors.

The men were at Crater Lake National Park

to do some sightseeing and have a relaxing day.

They'd been in town attending meetings

in Klamath Falls for the company.

Both men wanted to do some fishing at the Union Creek area

and had made plans to meet up with business associates,

John Vaughan, Frank Averland, and Averland's 13-year-old son.

The fishing trip would be later in the day

as Rollin Averland had to work half day

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Luggage could be seen from the window

as well as a camera sitting on the seat

and the car keys still hung from the ignition.

Vaughan touched the road of the car

and found it to still be warm.

The three men stood around talking for a bit,

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Around an hour later,

and having searched a little in the immediate area,

two to three men left to go call for help,

all the third remained with the car

just in case they returned.

While the two men were gone,

Evelyn, who was waiting at the car,

heard another car approaching.

He says, one car came through crunching gravel,

didn't really took off fast.

I didn't think much about it at the time,

but now wonder if that was them,

and they were returning to the car

and saw someone inside it and Adios,

let's get out of here.

Once alerted, Rangers started to search that day

for the missing men.

One of the searches that day was a man named Rex Ash,

and he was the one who found the bodies.

We were working west from the highway,

all spread out about 20 feet apart, he recalls.

I thought, oh Lordy, there they are.

It was a really hot summer day,

and then started to bloat.

I'd never seen a dead body before.

Ash alerted the other searchers to the find

and they all came rushing over.

It was a bunch of kids,

and everyone was gathering around

to see what was happening, Ash went on to say.

We might have accidentally destroyed some of the evidence.

We didn't touch anything,

but we tore up the terrain quite a bit.

One member of the search crew took his camera out

and started taking pictures.

He stepped over Jones and Cullaney

and around him and practically got in their faces.

He had plans to sell these to a true crime magazine

and make a fortune,

but fortunately, the FBI took them away,

I call John Owings, another one of the searchers.

Owings and Ash were tasked with staying with the bodies

until officials could arrive.

We were sitting there, scared to death,

wondering which one of us was going to be next

to Owings or count it.

It was one of the worst nights of my life.

Ash and Owings finished off the summer at the park

and returned to their respective homes.

On Monday, July 21st, 1952 at 3.27 pm,

an FBI agent and Oregon State Police Private,

L.W. Heron arrived at the murder scene

and took over the investigation.

Cullaney was the first to be processed.

He was laying on his back, legs out

and right arm across his chest.

His dentures were in his shirt pocket.

He had been shot once in the back of his head

and in addition to the gun shot wound,

his groin area was bruised.

Jones' fate was similar.

He was also on his back, feet towards Cullaney,

arms by his side, bruised Cullaney

and a single gun shot wound to the back of his head.

What set Jones' injuries apart from Cullaney

was a skullless fracture.

Both men were shoeless, but their socked feet were clean.

Their ties had been used as gags.

Also, both men had been robbed

as their watches and money was missing

and one man's pair of shoes were nowhere to be found.

Few other clues were found at the scene.

State trooper Heron, who has since passed away,

was quote, fascinated by the case

and worked on it initially until the FBI took over.

He talked about it and looked into it for a couple of years,

end quote.

Now that's according to his wife Ruth Heron,

now 77 is still living in climate falls.

Heron had suspected the killers

or a couple of men named John Wesley Cole

and Kenneth Moore, both of Chiliquan.

A few years before the Jones Cullaney murders,

Moore had been convicted of tying up

and robbing two trappers in the woods.

A woman came forward with a story saying

that Moore had confessed to the murders

and it told her late husband.

This was according to OSP reports.

Justice would come swept and harsh to Cole and Moore

if they were, in fact, guilty of the murders.

They were both found frozen to death

in Klamath County in 1962, however.

Heron had suspected the two men

because they were outlaws around that area at the time

that the Cullaney and Jones murders occurred.

Days after the murders, the police talked over

200 parking police and took statements

from several people that had been in the area.

One of those people was Lincoln Lins.

His initial report read,

hey, Lins was driving canned goods to the lodge

that he drove a truck for on July 19, 1952.

He says he saw two men wearing work clothes

with two other men that were described as white collar types.

The men were being led into the woods

for the executives who later found dead.

As he continued down the road towards the lodge,

he heard what he described as two firecracker type bangs.

Later that day, Lins was followed and harassed

by two scruffy-looking men who also followed him the next day.

This is what made him surmise they were the killers.

Lins gave a description of the men.

The older one was the most distinctive.

He wore a beaded belt to appear to spill out Ralph.

He had a tattoo of bikini clad female on his right forearm

and he was missing a finger.

Lins said the FBI dismissed the story

and called him a smart alley.

If the FBI come back to me,

I could have showed them even where the killer's card

had been parked in beer cans

that might have had their fingerprints, he recounted.

He was able to remember more details

after the initial interview.

After the lodge had closed in the fall

and I returned to the University of Oregon,

I tried to contact the agent several more times.

They never returned my calls,

possibly because they thought it was impossible

for me to see them walking those guys into the forest

and hearing the gunshots,

even though the area was a quarter of a mile off the highway.

Two days after the murders,

a man that gave a fake identification,

J.D. Harnie, that supposedly lived

at 536 Plum Street in Medford, Oregon,

made a long distance call from a pay phone

at the Southern Pacific Railroad Depot at 115 PM.

He asked the operator to put the call through to Garage,

the only one in Fort Klamath,

a small community near Crater Lake.

The operator contacted the FBI

after hearing of the murders

to let them know about the strange phone call

and the even stranger request made by the caller.

She recounted that the man seemed rather angry,

like he wanted to take my head off

because she wasn't able to put the call through

into 145 later that afternoon.

The business called Wilmer Garage was closed until then.

When he finally got through the garage,

she told the owners that a friend of his name Jones

was in the hospital and needed his car picked up from the park

and stored at their garage until he got out.

He said the keys were in the ignition.

The police quickly descended on the area

where the call was placed from, but no one was there.

However, a trained depot worker

was able to give a description of the caller.

He was around 5'7", Sandy colored hair, it's slender.

I was wearing a brightly colored shirt

that was yellow and red with short sleeves.

The police checked out the name and address

the caller gave, but both were fake.

The fingerprints were taken from the receiver

and the coins inside the phone.

However, no one was ever identified.

In 1994, the granddaughter, one of the murdered men,

had a different take on what happened.

While going through her late mother's belongings,

she discovered two letters that were written but unsent.

One stated that she, the daughter,

thought it was an organized hit.

The letter read,

I think they, the Santos gang, saw the fancy car

and it was the case of robbery.

Even though people say there is more to it than that.

I just don't think so.

I think it was Jack Santo, Emmett Perkins,

and Barbara Graham in their gang.

Their method of operation fits

and their motive was always robbery.

This particular gang was executed in 1955

for other murders.

Retired men from police officer Bob Allen said,

the FBI swooped in and took over the case

because it happened in a national park.

All they could do was speculate

about why and who had committed such a crime.

It just doesn't sound like anyone from around here,

Allen said.

The town's worst crime up to that point

were safe robbers and bad check writers.

Last spring, Cheryl Ausley, 47,

was taking class at Road Community College.

When she heard about the crater lake murders

and decided to ride a paper on them,

she spent over three months investigating the deaths.

Her extensive report is now part of the files

at the Southern Oregon Historical Society.

Colleeny was a big muckity muck with the company

and there were problems with the union back then.

It was a hit.

She gave the presentation on the murders

at the Klamath County Museum.

A little over 30 seniors showed up.

The last man to walk in was what was described as

a suspicious looking man in a long shirt, she said.

As he threatened to notice the man

because the way he studied the names in the guest book

so intensely and he was missing a finger.

As of this recording,

the crater lake murders remain unsolved.

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Last up, we have the legend of the missing prospector.

The story of the lost cabin mine.

The cabin and a prospector known as Setemup

is a legend about an area of land not too far from Crater Lake,

where it was said that the man named Setemup

had successful prospects of the gold rush

that was hitting the area.

The legend, as recited by a group of California prospectors

from days gone by, was told like this.

The argument over the first white man

to discover Crater Lake has been disputed for years.

In the 1840s, it was said

that they'd been discovered by John C. Fremont,

while others claim it was until 1853.

At that time, Oregon's first major gold rush

to hit the area and prospectors came from all around,

shopping at the bit to find their riches.

Having already found the Jackson Creek area,

the prospectors pushed further into the wilderness,

looking for a rumored lost cabin mine

that was said to be chock full of gold.

The group of men from California owned a plot of land

and said to have a small cabin and a gold mine

that produced a lot of gold on it.

One day, the Oregon men that owned the land

came under attack by local natives

and to protect their gold buried a hoard of it

to keep the natives from taking it.

Three of the four men were killed.

The lone survivor was said to have divulged certain landmarks

to Setemup, leading to where the cabin

and buried treasure were.

Soon after the man gave the information out,

he disappeared as well.

Now the man has ever been found

and the cabin and mines whereabouts

are still a mystery to this day.

Years later, a group of prospectors also from California

were relaxing a local saloon one night,

telling stories of their successes

and drinking their fill of whiskey.

One of the men, having had consumed more

than needed to loosen his lips,

was telling his group about the legend of the lost miner,

the cabin and the gold mine and the riches

contained at the mine as well as the cabin.

The miner was said to return to town

with pockets full of gold from prospect in the area.

The miner only noticed Setemup

because that was how he always greeted people

when he came into the local saloon.

It was rumored to have a cabin with maps

of the missing mine and a loot of gold within.

When the old miner would need something,

he would come to town with pockets full of gold nuggets

from his secret mind.

The man also spoke about Setemup,

having gone missing under strange circumstances.

He was headed off into the woods

with a couple of shady characters from Jacksonville

that were known thieves.

Sitting not too far from the California man,

a local prospecting group overheard the man's tail

and took notice.

Glancing at each other from around the table

as they tossed back a strong shot of whiskey,

the man leaned into each other

and quietly started to devise their plan.

They would follow the Californians to the mine

and, hey, if they found the old man along the way,

even better, they would be town heroes

and maybe he would tell them where the mine was

for their troubles of searching for him.

This search for the lost mine and cabin

would lead to the discovery of crater lake.

But for now, those groups of men had gold in their sides.

They would look for the missing prospector

and his rumored loot,

but little did they know,

the journey they were about to embark upon

would almost cause them to become missing as well.

Now, the lost cabin mine wasn't exactly

said to be specifically in the crater lake area.

Other sources said it was actually in California,

and the missing miner would return home to Jacksonville

with his gold to throw off any would-be thieves

or snoopy men looking to find his secret mine.

But, big as the California group

had prospected all over that state

and found nothing that resembled the landscape

said didn't have it to lost cabin nor mine,

they were convinced it was in Oregon,

and specifically just a few miles from where they sat.

It's said that as soon as the California group

left for their search,

the Oregon group collected provisions

and set out hot on their trail

to share the imagined wealth.

The Oregon party had 11 men,

and the California party had four.

Not long after both parties set out,

they discovered each other,

and it became a game of cat and mouse.

The California group would cut through the thick brush,

spread out from each other,

and then double back to confuse the Oregon group.

The now-large group of men

had been searching for the cabin in gold for days.

Their provisions began to dwindle,

so truth was called,

and the men joined each other in order to survive.

Realizing they had wanted off their objective,

but failing to realize just how far they were passed

where they were wanted to be,

they were getting dangerously closed to the rogue river.

It was decided at this point,

the healthier stronger men in the group would forge ahead

while the others turned back.

When the men that were continuing left the camp,

they had no way of knowing just how close one of them

would come to death that day,

and would watch another man die.

While riding on a small trail on a sloping mountain,

when the men soon came upon a rim of a lake

thought to be clampeth lake,

but it was actually crater lake.

He was within feet of falling off the edge

before his mule stopped.

I was convinced that had I been on a blind meal,

I would have ridden right over the edge to my death,

Ilman stated.

Each man looked on him wonder at the lake

and stated how beautiful it was

before making their way back into the forest.

The men returned to camp and contemplated

what to call the lake they had just found.

Two names were chosen.

The mysterious lake and deep blue lake

were the last of the two names chosen as a final name.

The men documented their fine

by writing each of their names on a piece of paper

and fixing the paper to a stick at the rim of the lake.

It was decided they would return to Jacksonville

as they hadn't found the lost miner

the cabin north of gold.

The men returned to Jacksonville the next day.

Some were excited over the fine to the lake

and others just didn't seem to care.

For the time they made it back,

most of the men were so exhausted and famished

they couldn't even call the direction of the lake.

The other men just didn't care.

A few years later,

Ilman would return to the area

where the lake had been discovered.

He had agreed to take a group of people to see it

as word is spread by then

and people have become curious.

Legend has it that as Ilman approached the edge of crater lake,

this time his horse lost its balance

and fell over the side.

Ilman and the horse died at the scene.

The lake had tried to climb in the first time he had come

and was successful this time.

The local Native American medicine man was quoted this saying,

if that lake wants you,

it will find a way to take you.

It's cursed.

Well friends, there you have it.

What do you think of these strange true stories from crater lake?

I look forward to your comments,

but please keep it friendly and respectful.

In the meanwhile, be good to yourselves and each other,

and I'll see you just a little further down the trail.

I'm Steve Stockton, and I'll talk to you next time.

Mount St. Helens, National Volcanic Monument,

join the prestigious ranks of National Parks in August 1982.

President Ronald Reagan understood the importance of preserving

the 110,000 acre area.

Mount St. Helens is a national park,

but unlike most other national parks,

it's maintained by the United States Department of Agriculture Forest Service.

Preservation of the area was deemed necessary to

protect the geologic, ecological, and cultural resources of the monument,

allowing geologic forces and ecological succession

to continue substantially unimpeded,

as per the US VA Forestry Service.

Two years prior to the area being protected,

the 140-year dormant volcano erupted,

sending a blast wave that traveled over 300 miles per hour.

St. Helens' north face was destroyed,

along with 200 square miles of forests.

57 people lost their lives.

Afterwards, life slowly began to return to the area,

the first thing being spiders and beetles just weeks after the blast.

However, another life form may have escaped the crater,

and the form of a crypt had called Bat Squadge.

Yes, you heard correctly Bat Squadge.

Soon there would be sightings of the creature,

and it would beg the question,

where did this thing come from?

Bat Squadge, which is a cross between a bat and Sasquatch,

the Center's IDN or on Mount St. Helens,

using the thick forest that's covered shelter.

Described as being six to eight feet tall,

having a wolf-like snap,

blue fur, blowing yellow or red eyes,

sharp serrated teeth,

heard-like feet and bat-like wings spanning up to 50 feet.

It said those who had the misfortune of encountering the beast

were so frightened by the sighting,

some refused to return to the area where they saw it.

People who have had encounters with the strange creature,

equate the May of 1980 eruption of Mount St. Helens

to the release of Bat Squadge from the Earth's core,

along with the molten rock that caused devastation

to much of the park and left that same devastation for hundreds of miles.

Even here in St. Helens, Oregon, where I live,

so named because you can see Mount St. Helens,

which is across the river in Washington State,

I've talked to some people that were living here at the time,

and they told of how they didn't see the sun for weeks,

and a fine ash covered everything.

Now, one of the first sightings of this Bat Squadge creature

was reported by Brian Canfield.

In the foothills of Mount Reneer,

north of Mount St. Helens, in April of 1994,

Brian Canfield was driving through Pierce County,

Washington when suddenly his truck died.

While Canfield sat in his truck,

scratching his head and figuring out how to get it started again,

he recalled looking up and seeing a large creature

land right in front of him.

It was standing there, staring at me,

like it was resting, like it didn't know what to think.

I was scared.

It raised the hair on me.

I didn't feel threatened.

I just felled out of place, Canfield recounted.

He continues,

after a few moments of the creature's fingers twitched,

the wings began to unfold,

wings that were as wide as the whole road,

and it took off in the direction of Mount Reneer.

The wings were so massive,

the wind from the turbulence shook Canfield's truck.

After a few moments, Canfield tried to start his truck up again,

and it roared to life as if there had never been an issue.

Brian Canfield continued on his way home,

and for the remainder of his trip,

never even stopped for traffic signals.

Arriving home, Brian quickly grabbed a piece of paper

and attempted to draw from memory,

what he could remember the creature.

All the noises making woke his sleeping parents,

and they inquired as to why he was so wound up,

and that's when he told him what happened and what he saw.

They insisted on Brian taking them to the area to look for clues

as to what to think could be,

and a neighbor even agreed to take the family back to the area

using directions from Brian.

When they arrived, though, there was no trace of Batsquatch.

Interviews conducted by CR Roberts, the reporter that took the initial counts

of Brian Canfield's stated,

he, Canfield, was just an average normal kid.

Brian Canfield was 18 years old at the time of encounter,

and not known to give into flights of fancy.

Roberts, who else formed after listening to the story,

and Brian Canfield has what might be the best documented encounter with Batsquatch.

However, there was a handful of other reported sightings.

1998, an unnamed man reported seeing two similar-looking creatures,

one of which was injured after being struck by a logging truck on a trail in Mount St. Helens.

In 2009, a group of hikers near Mount Shaston, California,

reported seeing a winged creature with a 50-foot wingspan fly from a crevasse in the mountain.

In 2011, a man out for a walk with his dog reported seeing a blue furred animal flying

in the sky around where he was, and watched as it flew from sight.

And perhaps the last known sighting in 2014, Archbishop Hoban High School in Akron, Ohio,

reported an entire class seeing a giant black mass whip past their window with incredible speed.

Since 2014, it seems as though there hadn't been many sightings of the blue furred monster.

Perhaps it did escape the depths of the ill-fated Mount St. Helens when she erupted,

giving a chosen few the chance to see into a realm few will ever have the privilege to show.

Or possibly, Bat Squatch simply reveals itself to those it chooses.

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Another strange area on Mount St. Helens is Ape Canyon.

This area was deeply affected by the eruption.

It's located on the north face of the mountain and Ape Canyon is popping with mountain

bikers and hikers alike. Decades after the heavily scarred ground was able to host visitors,

people began flocking to the area to enjoy the miles of trails Mount St. Helens has to offer.

However, before the eruption that would disrupt

visit Ape Canyon once more for a while, there was an encounter between miners and Ape men.

They caused people to question what really happened.

On July 16, 1924, a group of miners, Gabel Fever, Fred Beck, John Peterson,

Marin Smith, and his son Roy Smith, reported that they came under attack by a group of what they

described as Ape men. The miners told authorities that they came under siege by the creatures as

they were attacked with stones being tossed at them from a top of the mountain down into the gorge

where they were taking shelter in an old prospecting cabin. The men described the Ape men as having

long thick black fur and elongated ears that stuck straight up, four short stubby toes,

and walked upright like humans, weighing an estimated 400 pounds plus.

Known in the Bigfoot community as the Ape Canyon attack, the five miners included a man as we

mentioned named Fred Beck. They donned Ape Canyon to do some prospecting for gold.

Working from sun up to sundown, the men were forced to collect water from a nearby spring as

it was the only water source. They also used the same spring for cleaning up and washing their clothing.

One hot evening, the men returned to their cabin and needing water, one of them headed to the spring

to collect it. Having arrived at the spring, the man noticed a rather large footprint that at

first was thought to be a human footprint, but upon closer inspection, the man saw just how

large the front was. He measured 19 inches, much too large to be that of any human.

With that, the man made his way back to the cabin and informed the other men as to what he had

discovered at their only water source. Now, the other men were a little upset at the blatant

disrespect of someone walking through their water hole. They thought that, well, maybe their friend

was tired he'd gotten the measurement of the footprint wrong. Driven by anger at the encroachment,

the men approached the spring, only to find the 19-inch footprint in the sand, just as their

friend had reported. The men started to talk about other weird circumstances they had noticed

over the last few days and just hadn't mentioned. Strange noises came from the mountain above the

cabin. The men thought it must be the sounds of animals, but now the miners were convinced they

were being stalked by something. The footprint had brought all the other clues over the past few days

together. It was a single print, as if whatever had left had dropped from the sky and went back up,

one miner recounted to the local newspaper. Then came the thumping sounds as if something was

beating on its chest that the men began to hear. This really set the miners on edge.

After the thumping noises would come what was described as a shrill whistling that seemed to come

from everywhere. At this point they were too scared to fetch water alone, the miners would go in

pairs to venture to the spring. On one occasion, Fred Beck was asked by Hank while the other miners

took up to him to the watering hole. Rifle in hand the two men made their way to the water and

started to quickly fill canteens. As Hank stood guard, he noticed a dark figure behind a pine tree.

This allegedly hairy bipedal beast darted off behind a tree before Hank could get a shot off.

But soon after he saw the first creature, a second one was sighted. This time, Hank raised his

weapon, aimed in fire. Fred watched Mark fly from the tree as Hank almost hit his mark. The hairy

ape-like beast quickly slipped back into the cover of the forest within seconds before the men had

another chance to fire upon them. The men took note of how fast the creatures were running,

far too fast to be human. Making haste back to the cabin, the men convened and decided to pack it

in and head home. It was too late in the evening for them to leave that night, so as decided they

would wait until morning. The camp consisted of a few tents and a log cabin that had just been

erected a few months prior to the men living in my permanent into camp. There wasn't much to

their shelter, but it was not meant to be an indefinite living situation. The main structure,

the cabin, was a small one room shelter where the men could stay dry should inclement weather hit.

As the men discussed the final details of their return trip, smoking their pipes, and maybe

sipping some whiskey, it was agreed they would leave it first light. With the details planned out,

the weary miners turned in for the night and fell fast asleep. That didn't last long, however.

The men all woke with a start as something large pummeled the side of their cabin. The cabin

was under attack. The first hit caused the chinking between two logs to fall onto the floor.

This created a hole in the wall where they could look out and see what was happening.

Hank was able to see three creatures that looked like the one he had taken a shot at in the forest

and they were circling around the structure. Another hit, this time Hank was able to see

what was striking the cabin. The eight men were using boulders to slam into the walls,

dislodging the chinking in several more places. Hank and Fred grabbed the only thing they had

as protection and took aim. Shots rang out through the darkness and all fell quiet but for a few

moments. Another rock hit the roof. The creatures were trying to drive the men out of the shelter

and were doing a good job of scaring them in the process. The two men in charge of firing only

did so when rocks hit the cabin. Their thoughts were that if they only fired when under active

attack the eight men would stop the attack and leave them alone. The attacks continued though on

the roof of the cabin and from all sides. The miners were doing all they could to hold off these

attackers while making an escape plan. The door began to rattle. This was their last line of

defense. They knew the door was the weak spot and wouldn't hold much longer. Another shot rang out

and a hole ripped to the door and then all fell silent. The men used this time to try and reinforce

the door and as they tried to decide their next move all heads turned and washed as one of the

creatures reached through a hole in the cabin wall and grabbed an axe. Fred grabbed the axe and

turned the heads so that it wouldn't fit through the hole then used his weapon to fire the eight men.

This was the last bold attempt from the would-be intruders to gain access to the cabin,

although the attack wasn't over. As the night wore on the attacks were further apart and shorter

but they continued. A few more rocks were thrown and chest thumping along with grouse

followed by the shrill whistles. Exhausted but refusing to give in to the incursion,

the men held the beast off until daybreak. As the sun peeked over the mountains the attacks

stopped altogether. The sun was all the way up before they felt safe enough to venture outside

the cabin. It went outside to see that rocks littered the ground all around it. The cabin

held together but just barely. Holes littered the walls and roof. It looked like a war zone

where the rocks had knocked so many holes in it. There was no sign of the eight men, but Fred and

Hank knew what they had observed earlier the day before. These creatures knew how to blend into

the forest very well. Knowing this, Fred looked upon the mountain and spotted an eight men

sculking around the tree line about 150 yards away. Fred hooked up his weapon and fired several

times and apparently hit the target. He saw the beast drop, roll, and fall into the canyon below.

Taking only what they had in their hands at the moment, the men made haste and ran for it.

Luckily, they made their way to Hank's Ford vehicle and back home to Kelsal, Washington.

Left shaking and confused about what happened to them, the men reported everything that had occurred.

People were shocked at the story and glad the men were able to escape.

And as many stories where events are unexplainable, the men were heavily scrutinized by citizens and

the media. When news outlets from Seattle, Washington and Portland, Oregon came to interview the

miners and get details of the story, the men agreed to take the reporters to the area where they

encountered the eight men. Upon arrival, they were able to find visible footprints and these were

photographed as evidence. These helped make the miners' story more credible. They searched a good

while for the body of the eight men Fred and shot, but there was no remnants or anything in the

gorge. Called Mountain Devils in the story, the newspapers ran the miners' accounts of the events

they endured that night. Many people saw the story as credible, now that photographic evidence was

taken by reputable source. The story of the eight men of Mount St. Helens and the miners that came

under attack by them still had its skeptics, but there were also people that believed in it.

The men never returned to prospecting eight men. As a side note, there is a story about a group of

boycats that were supposedly camping on Mount St. Helens at the time. Many people believe these

boycats were the source of the attack. However, that wouldn't account for the hairy arm that

reached through and grabbed the axe, or the large figures of the beast that the men observed

through the cracks in the walls. 1978, Fred Beck penned a book called, I Fought the Eight Men of

Mount St. Helens. The book was short, just five chapters long, but was almost a word for word

what the miners had reported back in 1924. Beck was at that point 78 years old and was not a

care in the world about skeptics, and he told the story in his own words. In an interview, Beck also

explained that he was a clairvoyance since childhood and as an adult, had a premonition about

prospecting Mount St. Helens. In his vision, they were able to find the mine as they were led by

Native American spirit and told her to blast a hole for the entrance. The spirit told Beck that

they were to follow a white arrow and it would show the men exactly where to go. In the book,

Beck claimed that all the men saw this vision and stated that the spirit told him,

because you have cursed the spirit leading you, you will be shown where the gold is,

but it is not given to you. Beck goes on to explain that the men felt like the

mine would let them take some gold, but not all of it. And that's exactly what happened,

Beck stated. There is a pocket of gold in that cliff if someone is fortunate enough to find it.

We gave up looking for it. When asked why only certain people can see other worldly beings,

Beck had this to say, when the condition and vibration is of a certain frequency,

they, the beings, can easily, for a time appear in a very solid body. They are not animal spirits,

but also like the intelligence of a human consciousness. They simply exist on a different

plane than most humans, and some of us are more sensitive to those vibrations they exist on.

Next up, have the story of Ape Cave, which is near Ape Canyon.

1947, a logger by the name of Lawrence Johnson, was driving along in his vehicle when a

sinkhole swallowing his truck. Thus, Ape Cave was discovered. Over the cave wouldn't be

explored until three years later by Boy Scout, true. Made up by lava flow, the cave had never

been explored by anyone before the troops stepped inside after being lowered over a 17 foot

overhang, one by one. The Boy Scouts would explore the very fragile inner workings of the cave

system that is about two miles long and eventually named it after their sponsor of the exploration

and troop, the St. Ellen's Apes. Towards the cave are available to the public, but before worn,

rumor has it that if you spend overnight in the cave, it will lose your mind.

And now let's look at some of the missing person cases on Mount St. Helens.

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Once later, the larger group witnessed Carter skiing at a high rate of speed,

jumping crevasses and taking chances that were deemed reckless.

They said that he, Carter, was going like the devil down the slope, seemingly frightened

of something, witnessed, stated. It wasn't long before he was out of sight of the others.

Despite the group looking for Carter, he was nowhere to be found. Carter was reported missing

later that day. The search for 30-year-old Jim Carter lasted for weeks. Authorities discovered

a discarded film box for a role of camera film, but nothing else was ever found. Applying

trace Carter's route as he'd skied right down Canyon Walls, where Rangers and search teams

couldn't reach. The search party thought they would find the man at the bottom of the canyon,

but his tracks went from the walls across Ranger Creek and the Ranger Station and into the thick

of the forest. Bob Lee, an experienced mountaineer and a member of Seattle Mountain Search and Rescue

stated, every time I got cut off from the rest of the search team and was alone, I felt like

something was watching me. There was something strange on the high slopes of the mountain. It was

the most eerie experience I've ever had. I could feel the hair on my neck standing up. It was eerie.

I was unarmed, except for my eyesight, and believe me, I never let go of that. We comb the canyon,

one into the other for five days. Sometimes there were as many as 75 persons in the search party,

but no sign of Carter or his equipment was ever found. After two weeks, the search was scaled back

and then called off. Over 70 years has passed since Jim Carter went missing under baffling

circumstances in 1950. No sign of him or his equipment has ever been found. If you'll recall,

this appearance was in the same area as the attack on the miners in 1924, and one of the theories

put forth was that he was possibly being chased by a sasquatch because him to take such a reckless

ski run down the mountain. On Saturday, August 11, 2018, a great Subaru was found in the parking area

of Blue Lake Trail by search and rescue teams. After 40-year-old Matthew Methany asked to borrow

the car from his friend to go for a hike at Mount St. Helens. After the man didn't return,

he was reported missing, a group of some 40 volunteers scoured the mountain looking for the Ohio man.

On the six-day Methany was missing, he was spotted on a legend rescue. In an interview with

authorities, he stated amazingly that he had survived by eating berries and bees. It was reported

that Methany had been a boy scout when he was younger and used his training to help himself

while lost. He was in surprisingly good condition and was released from the hospital the next day.

The Sheriff's Department utilized tracking dogs, drones, and a helicopter in the search.

On July 21, 2021, 25-year-old Army first lieutenant Brian Yang who had been missing on Mount St. Helens

was found deceased. You know, we've been missing for a couple of days. The last time Yang was

seen was on the cold water trailhead previous Sunday. Reports state that the 25-year-old fell down

a steep embankment to his demise. No further information is available on this case.

And then arguably the most memorable incident ever to happen on Mount St. Helens.

On May 18, 1980, 57 people lost their lives after Mount St. Helens erupted.

Earlier that day, people were evacuated and others were warned to leave the area.

One of the victims, 83-year-old Harry Randall Truman, refused to leave his home of over 50 years.

Seen as a hero and a focal legend due to his bravery for staying and trying to defend his

property from the monster this time of volcano about to engulf his home. Truman gave an interview

to National Geographic just days before the volcano erupted, where he stated that

I'm going to stay right here because I'll tell you why, my home and my exploitive lives here.

My wife and I, we both vowed years and years ago that we'd never leave Spirit Lake. We loved it.

It's a part of me and I'm a part of that exploitive mountain.

Truman resided at the lodge with his late wife that he lost just a few years before the eruption

and their 16 rescue cats. Sadly, Truman and all his cats,

perished in the eruption. No remains were ever found.

Also on the mountain on that ill-fated day back in 1980 was 30-year-old volcanologist David A.

Johnson. Johnson was on the mountain monitoring the activity at the cold water

two station that was thought to be a safe area and away from the destruction path should an

eruption happen. Cragically, this was not the case and Johnson perished in the eruption.

David A. Johnson was employed through the United States Geological Survey, the USGS.

The last transmission from the cold water two station was from Johnson.

Who spoke into the microphone, Vancouver. Vancouver. This is it.

His remains were never found. An observatory was erected in the area where cold water two

once stood in remembrance of Johnson. He was credited with saving thousands of lives after

warning the forestry service of the dangers going on within the volcano weeks before the eruption

occurred. The forestry service took heed and evacuated the park.

Hello friends. This video we're going to bring you the story of a can be man,

his daughter and dog who were all rescued after 48 hours being lost.

Now we're so used to hearing stories and accounts of people who go missing in the wilderness

somewhere in the world and they're never seen or heard from again.

Almost like it's a common occurrence because basically it is now.

This happens so much and many people don't even realize what's going on.

How is this possible? Maybe it's because the lack of the reporting.

Whether by authorities in charge the news media or perhaps even government entities

they're trying to figure out what's going on behind the scenes so it's not to cause a global panic.

Whatever the reason, it seems that we in this community are still consumed by these occurrences.

We've been bringing to your attention these cases and so much more and will always continue to do so.

Today though we have one of our less common occurrences. We'll be talking about a case of a man,

his daughter and their dog who are missing but then rescued alive.

Needless to say it's always a great day when we can bring you a story like this as it happens

far less often than when someone goes missing and never comes back or is found unfortunately deceased.

So here it is. I can be man in his family rescued after being lost for a harrowing 48

hours in the wilderness. 37-year-old Peter William Monroe, his seven-year-old daughter Laila,

and their dog Buck were hiking in Oregon's Mount Hood National Forest and were going to make a

family trip of it. Peter's wife, Camille, was planning on joining her husband and daughter on

this trip the day after they left. Camille said she'd arrived at the family's Kenzo Lake campsite

to join them on a camping trip. When she got there they were nowhere to be found. She assumed they'd

gone on a hike but when they never returned she sent off the next morning to search for them.

Camille had no luck and called police after she found Peter's truck at the devil's peak trailhead

with his keys and Laila's stuffed animal still inside. I just want to point out here that once again

the name devil is involved with the place where people have gone missing in the wilderness.

It was around 2.30 in the afternoon on Wednesday, September 2, 2020. When Camille Monroe called 911

from the devil's peak trailhead, reports that her husband Peter, their daughter Laila,

and their dog Buck had been missing for at least 24 hours.

Clackham's County Sheriff's Office search and rescue coordinators activated a rescue mission

immediately at same afternoon. The search area featured challenging terrain and the mission

would soon involve volunteers from the CCSO-SAR trail running rescue team, search canines,

rope teams, and ground teams. This included support from Pacific Northwest search and rescue,

arms reach and treat team, mountain wave emergency communications, Portland Mountain Rescue,

Oregon Office of Emergency Management, 304th Rescue Squadron, 125th Special Tactics Squadron,

Special Forces Unit of the 142nd Fighter Wing of the United States Air National Guard,

and the Hood River Sheriff's Office area unit. Over 50 searchers ended up participating in

the mission. Most of these volunteers sprung into action immediately upon being called and were

eager and willing to help out in any way they could. Searchers worked through the night

with additional resources from the 304th Rescue Squadron and the 125th Special Tactics Squadron

deploying to the field at about 2 o'clock in the morning to assist the tired crews who'd

work through the night. At approximately 6 a.m. on Thursday September 3rd, searchers from the 304th

Rescue Squadron were able to make voice contact with Peter. It's okay at least another hour for

them to reach the trio though due to the harsh and difficult terrain. Peter, Laila, and Buck were

found northwest of the Kenzo Lake Trailhead in a ravine that was located about 1.25 miles and

approximately 1,200 feet below where they first set out for their hike on Tuesday.

Peter was injured and unable to walk. Laila and Buck were in good spirits but needed assistance.

Crews quickly began to assess and provide first aid. They learned Peter had become lost and had

been moving downhill to where he thought a trail was located, injuring himself in the process.

After stabilizing Peter, crews began the exhausting process of carrying him out of this remote

location through the difficult terrain. They reached a waiting medical crew on Still Creek Road

about 7 miles from Highway 26 near Roted Endrin at about 1230 in the afternoon on Thursday September 3rd.

Peter, Laila, and Buck were lost and stuck in the wilderness for over 48 hours without supplies.

This means no water and no food. It's an absolute miracle they survived relatively unharmed.

Peter was transported to an area hospital for his injuries. Buck and Laila were reunited with the

rest of the family and were getting some much needed rest. After his rescue and hospitalization,

Peter was spoke to reporters from the back of an ambulance and made the statement.

I just want to thank all the first responders and everybody else that helped get me out of that hole.

I don't think I would have made it out, especially without any other adults, so I owe you guys my

life. Thank you. Search crews want to offer special thanks to a nearby construction crew working

on the Still Creek Bridge repair project. The construction crew sped up the rescue operation by

using a crane to hoist the special forces vehicles over the river. Authorities mentioned that without

this help it would have taken an estimated additional four hours to take the longer route to reach

the location. This was definitely a dramatic and dangerous rescue operation and the crews and

volunteers who participated are true heroes. We're glad to report that Peter, Laila and even Buck are

all fine and have suffered no long-term injuries or lasting effects from this terrifying ordeal

they endured went out for a simple family hike. It just goes to show you, please be careful out there

whether alone or with a group or even with your pet. No one is immune to the rough and tumble ways

of mother nature. Always be prepared. Peter and his family were extremely lucky or survived and

been rescued. Well friends, there you have it. What do you think about this amazing story? Please

be careful out there. I look forward to your comments, but please keep it friendly and respectful.

In the meantime, be good to yourselves and each other, and I'll see you just a little farther

on down the trail. I'm Steve Stockton and I'll talk to you next time.

Hello friends. Welcome to our latest video. Today we bring you the strange tale of the mysterious

skeletons of cratered lake. Join us. Cratered lake is the only national park in the state of

Oregon. Just like all the other national parks throughout the United States, this one is known

worldwide for its breathtaking landscapes and stunning scenic views. This is certainly

well-deserved reputation as if you've ever been there, you would know how absolutely gorgeous

the park is as a whole. It's a humbling experience when you're out there in nature and it's so

incredibly awe and sparring yet eerie all the same time. Crater Lake is special, stands out from

other parks for a few reasons. The one we're going to discuss today is perhaps the most bizarre.

This interesting characteristic isn't widely known and has mostly gone undiscovered by the

millions of people who flocked there from all over the world every single year. Park officials

and whoever's in charge definitely wants it to stay a secret as well because well it's a lethal

secret quite literally. Most of us in this community know it's not unheard of for people visiting

national parks to accidentally take a deadly plunge off of a cliff or get stuck and possibly

freeze to death in the common blizzard conditions depending on season of course or even to crash

their cars into ravines. Besides airplanes and helicopters falling out of the skies well,

believe it or not there've even been far more homicides than one could possibly imagine

out there under the clear blue skies and beautiful starry nights.

Well many of those wonderful topics would make interesting discussion in one of our videos and

perhaps may come very soon. Today we're going to discuss the tragedies that have left some

things behind and it seems to be happening in crater like far more often than anywhere else.

Today we're going to talk about the skeletons of crater-like part.

Let's start with what's known as the case of the Phantom Flyer. In the summer of 1970,

Dave Panabaker took a job as a seasonal ranger in crater-like national park.

During that first summer there Dave kept hearing talk about a lesson on the side of the park,

one that interested him greatly. Apparently there was a dark blue Grumman F-6F Hellcat fighter that

crashed among the two after World War II and it remained in the park as it was unable to be recovered

and moved out. The Hellcat took a fast and hard landing with only a short hike's distance

to cover in order to be able to see it. Dave decided he just had to go out there and check it out.

One of its machine guns was even embedded in a cliff face and the blue wing with a

white star insignia was clearly visible through the underbrush. Everyone simply assumed

that the pilot had parished immediately upon impact or perhaps even while parachuting out.

Either way, Dave decided to go for the hike on his day off to the cliff where this aircraft was

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seasonal ranger found himself lost while trying to locate the wreckage.

Now, we see this all the time. Someone goes out on a hike in the deep wilderness even during the day.

Once they get turned around, they continue on and just hope for the best.

Dave Panabaker, however, was no fool, and had heard too many horror stories to keep on going

before he got his bearings on where exactly he was and where he was going.

He remembered some advice given to him on his first day and decided to follow it,

lest he become another victim of the park itself and perhaps end up a subject in one of our videos.

He remembered a man named Herman Walk's voice and could clearly hear it in his head saying,

when in danger, doubt, run in circles, scream and shout.

So he sat down on a nearby log and thought about how he was going to get himself out of this

predicament. He still wanted to see the plane wreckage, but didn't want to become another park

statistic. He thought long and hard about his options and how he could get himself back to

civilization, perhaps to try another time when he was possibly more well prepared.

As he sat and thought though, he suddenly felt like he was no longer alone.

He got to the stink feeling that someone or something was watching him.

He looked up and immediately locked eyes with the culprit.

Rather, he locked the high sockets with it as it was not a human being, at least not anymore.

What a skeleton that was lying underneath a nearby log and staring straight at him.

Now there is no complete description of what the reaction of this young and fairly new

seasonal ranger was when he found what turned out to be the skeletal remains of a long lost

world war two pilot. I can only imagine he was terrified and possibly in shock even,

as his own mortality kicked into high gear in his mind. He was, as previously stated,

fairly new to his job and might have realized that he was almost in the same predicament as his

long lost deceased friend there under the log staring at him. Both were lost and nobody knew

where they were. Did he panic and realize that if nobody could find the pilot then?

Perhaps nobody could find him either? He was already fighting the urge to panic as it was.

We can only speculate, but as you would imagine, it was most likely quite the dramatic scene.

Sometime later, during an oral history review, David remembered,

the chief ranger wasn't too happy with me when I talked to him in his office and pulled the skull

out of my pack and put it on his desk. A would-be island naval investigative team came to the park

a few days later. The Navy authorities were able to make a positive idea of the skull using

dental records. The skeleton belonged to Ensign Frank Lupo from New Jersey. Ensign Lupo had been

part of a squadron of seven health cats, flying from Redmond to Red Bluff, California in December

of 1945. All seven of them have been struggling with some of the weather and the cloud ceiling was

at about 6,000 feet, less than 2,000 feet above the rugged terrain they were overflying.

The ceiling steadily lowered until the planes were at 500 feet above the treetops.

As no one missed and closed in and the pilots could no longer see the ground,

they were flying purely on instruments now. When they emerged from the fog, however,

there were only six of them. The Navy returned the skull to Frank's mother, who finally,

after waiting 25 years to find out what had happened to her son, was able to lay him to rest.

Rest in peace, Ensign Lupo.

Then on February 26, 1975, a woman named Jean Nunt dropped off her husband Dave,

her daughter and grandchild at the airport, now called the crater lake Clamoth Regional Airport,

in order for Dave to fly them back home to Salem in his private plane.

It was a blue Cessna 182. Two 17-year-old student pilots named Jim Pryor and Matt Perkins were

also in the plane, so as to get some more flight hours to put towards their eventual pilot's license.

The plane landed in Salem without a hitch, and after saying their goodbyes,

the passengers got off and Dave and the two students strapped back in for their return trip,

a short flight back to Clamoth Falls. Jean wasn't feeling well that night and decided to turn

into bad early. She later said she woke too early and was a bad feeling.

She was quoted as saying, I woke up at 9.30 pm with a sensation of a hand on my leg.

She recalled in a 2000 interview with Lee Beach of the Clamoth Falls heralded news.

She continues, I looked at the clock, I knew. I called the airport and told them the plane had

gone down at 9.20 pm and that he had died at 9.30. They confirmed that they had lost the plane

off the radar at 9.20 at 11,000 feet. Jean knew from the start her husband had made it out alive.

Now that creepy yet peaceful feeling of that hand on her leg that night didn't stop the

search party from going out and looking for Dave, Matt and Jim. It was all in vain though,

as indeed not a single shred of evidence as to where the three ended up could be found.

Most speculated that they had ended up in the lake and were far beyond anyone's help anyway.

It was until seven years later that a hiker who was traveling just outside of the park's

boundary near a Huckleberry campground spotted what looked to be a severely mangled small aircraft

wreckage. The hiker approached the wreck cautiously and indeed found three skeletons slumped over and

still inside the cabin. Though Jean had been right all along, it was assured relief that her husband

and his students were now found and it could be put to a proper burial. Identification of the

three skeletons was easy enough. All three had their identifications in their wallets and perhaps

the most tragic of all was a small folded piece of paper Dave had in his wallets and said,

lose not vine-air speed, lest the ground rise up and smite thee. Indeed.

Decades later, Jean published a book about her spiritual journey through the trauma of losing her

husband. It's titled We Fly Away. He had another strange occurrence in the park. In 1974, 19 year-old

for junior resident Charles McCullough ordered a bus in his home state and decided to take an extended

vacation. He would be taking buses and also hitchhiking across and throughout the country.

He left behind his beloved Volkswagen, but being a dedicated and very talented amateur photographer,

he took his camera equipment and set off on his adventure. In late January, 1975, Charles

was staying with a friend in Eugene, Oregon, but left to go on what was only meant to be a short

excursion hitchhiking to Crater Lake to take winter photos. He told his friend he planned to be back

in two days, but he never returned and was in fact never seen or heard from alive again.

Once the friend reported him missing, the FBI got involved and Charles's father dropped everything

and hopped on a plane, took a flight to the west coast. He spent the entire summer at Crater Lake

searching for his son to know a veil. There was no trace of Charles until a full year after he'd gone

missing. At the end of the season, almost exactly one full year later, two hikers just happened to

have taken a wrong turn. They ended up in a little travel canyon where they came upon a dirty old

ripped backpack with a car key in one of the side pockets. It was the key to Charles's beloved

Volkswagen head left home at the start of his journey west. Immediately upon the discovery,

the pack being reported, Mark Ranger started a search effort. A horse patrol took only a couple hours

to locate Charles remains. Now here's where this particular story takes a turn for the worse,

if you can believe that, and a little on the sinister and bizarre side too if we're being honest.

Charles's body was found 12 miles away from the trailhead. Another day he disappeared,

there were 102, yes that's 102 inches of new snow on the ground at Crater Lake.

How did a 19 year old kid, totally inexperienced in dealing with the rough and rugged terrain of the

wilderness, let alone the seven and a half feet of fresh snow on the ground at those 102 inches

equal? It's simply not possible, and that's according to many professionals who have claimed even

they couldn't do it, especially not with a lack of skill and gear that Charles had.

The condition of the skeleton itself is another thing that left everyone scratching their heads.

While his foot bones were in his socks, which is common, his jeans were completely empty of leg

bones, except where the broken off ends of his shin bones were sticking up. His jeans were on

button, but the rest of Charles was completely gone, as if the rest of it meant simply vanished

or melted away. Again, this doesn't seem possible. The only other thing ever found was the

crown of his skull, about 12 feet away from the rest of him. His shirt, coat, and boots were

also never found. The empty pair of pants was sitting on a log quite eerily, with nothing but socks

and foot bones inside. Some have speculated that perhaps he was hypothermic, and we have heard about

people doing strange things when dealing with that particular condition. This made perfect sense

as the stripping off of clothing and a disoriented and confused state is extremely common.

Also, it's the cascades in the wintertime, so most likely more than a few foxes came along and

helped the feet detach from the body and probably more. So what makes this so strange?

Well, the location of the body for one. As previously mentioned, missing boots and socks.

Charles had some rather expensive equipment with him to take the winter photographs.

None of that was ever found either. The raiding theory is that perhaps Charles hitched

to ride with the wrong person to solve this expensive camera equipment, took a chance, and did

away with him. And most likely, it stole his money too. This alleged killer then hauled the body

to the most remote part of Crater Lake and left it sitting on a log. Figuring between the elements

of the animals, there would be nothing left of poor Charles for the time spring came, and most

of the hikers and visitors were back around. Despite all the evidence pointing to the contrary,

the police ruled Charles had died of natural causes. His father never did believe this,

that the cause of his son's death was natural. And though he wasn't the only one and so many

questions remained, there was never any proof to be found one way or the other. And once again,

the park kept her secrets closed, early quiet, throughout all these years.

Isn't it so hard to believe that with all of the millions of acres of land across the United

States and all over the world where people go to to visit for whatever reason or another,

you would think that there would be more skeletal remains left behind from some accident or

incident or something? No. The murders happen and do bodies get dumped in precisely these types of

environments. Yes, will we ever have all the answers resoundingly no? But I'm sure at least most

of us could agree on one thing. As we only spoke of a few of the old skeletons found in this one

particular park and area of land, it is a bit strange that they were all found in this one particular

what amounts to a small area in the grand scheme of things. Again, considering the vastness of

the great woods and outdoors across the world. Well, folks, there you have it. What do you think

of these strange cases from Crater Lake? I look forward to your comments, but please keep it

friendly and respectful. Does it mean while we good yourselves and each other? Stay safe out there.

I don't want to have to make one of these videos about you. That's for me. I'll see you a little

further on down the trail. I'm Steve Stockton and I'll talk to you next time.

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