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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. Will Kendall, thank you for your comment. We appreciate your kind words. We also took your request to heart. So, Kendall and everyone, please join us now for five strange disappearances and mysteries from Crater Lake, Oregon. 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 Paperback format. And it's also available wherever find books are sold. There's 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. Masama collapsed, hurting 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, as approximately 316 acres in size, while Phantom Ship, a natural rock pillar, is located near its southern shore. Because the lake has no inlet searchributaries,

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 from 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 frosts are possible in the Crater Lake area. The surface temperature of the lake ranges from 33 degrees Fahrenheit to 66 degrees, and 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. Steele decided to stock it in 1888 in order to laugh 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 Klamath tribe, the Native Americans indigenous to the area. Generations ago, they told of it being the crossing point between Schell, a spirit from above, and Lau, a spirit from below. And we'd like for author of haunted hikes, spying tingling tails and trails from North America's National Parks rights this of Crater Lake. Lau and Schell fought gory battles here. Lau ripped Schell's heart from his chest,

and Schell retaliated by dismembering Lau and throwing the body parts into the lake. Idiot's monsters gobbled up everything, but Lau's head, but the lake still holds Lau'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 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 Bokey. In the early afternoon of October 14, 2006, Sammy Bokey, aged eight, was playing near the Cleetwood Cove area in Crater Lake National Park with his father, Kenneth Bokey, 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 suede 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 Bokey 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, his father walked a short distance to their car to return to their diamond-like cabin. Can he Bokey 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 the 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, where S.A.R. teams from Jackson, Klamath, and Deschutes counties, National Park Service Searchers, and trackers from California, Washington, and Oregon.

Mount Hood and Mount Reneer at rescue teams were 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. Each of the Cascade Range and South Central Oregon lies upper Klamath Lake, a large shallow freshwater lake. Helikon butte rises over 3,800 feet above the shore of crater lake, as a 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 in 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 Pelcon butte 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, Lori, who convinced him to use an artificial tree that year. Lori wanted to keep the mess to minimum,

but when a disabled neighbor asked for a tree, Robert decided to go into the woods. Bob 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, he calls asking. Here at the zebra, research shows the average person would rather endure a root canal than search for auto and home insurance. Just try to relax.

Or be trapped in a car for eight hours with toddlers on a sugar high. Or remove a nest of irate hornets. That's why the zebra searches for you, comparing over 100 insurance companies to find savings no one else can. Compare today at the zebra.com. who, who was ready for the trust fall? Grandpa Bob replied, I thought he was with you. No, he was with you, despite the steady falling of heavy-wets 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 Hines, a motorist who was driving along at about 4.13 pm and requested he dialed 911 so the authorities could be notified.

In the resort, two miles away from the area where Derek vanished, Hines 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 campervan 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 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 small 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, but was unclear where the candy wrapper wore the lean-to with a handiwork 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, diver searched this area, and additional searches were carried out during the spring-thaw. However, nothing was found. Lori and Robert were informed, sadly, by the climate-county authorities that their son was most likely deceased eight days after he disappeared. During the next seven days, Robert, Lori, and about 100 volunteers stayed on the mountain. Speculation intensified that Derek had been kidnapped. When Sub-Zero Temperatures forced the Inga 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 climate-county search and rescue team, before he was certain a rescue was needed. Despite passing polygraphs, Robert and Grandpa Bob remained suspect in Derek's case, and 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 Bratson 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 climate-like. Eventually went bankrupt due to these efforts. The authorities claimed that Derek had simply wanted off into the woods and died, as remains had been scattered by animals. However, the Inga Bratson family never really believed that, especially since no remains torn clothing nothing was ever found. There was even a witness who said he had 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 Bratson's son, but was actually a different person. Then, later on in 2000, after several days of waiting for

confirmation, a bone discovered in Pelcon 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 11, 2000, Frank J. Milligan, 31-year-old state youth authority worker, approached a 10-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, Miller left the boy for dead. Despite the odds, the boy woke up covered in his own blood and got to a road where passing motor stopped to help him. In this letter to the police and the Inga Bratsons admitted that Milligan had confessed to doing away with Derek. The letter arrived at the Inga Bratsons 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. Detected 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 Inga Bratsons 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 Inga Bratsons 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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It was a convenient place for him to start because 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 had 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 McCullough would leave Virginia the very next day. Sadly, this would be the last time his family would ever see him. January 8th, 1975, mostly hitchhiking across the United States, Charles first significant stop was in Yuma, Arizona. Between January 16th and 22nd of that year, he had regular contact with his parents, calling off to check in 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 McCullough's

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, giving down into the teens at night and just over freezing during the day.

Wind 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 2am due to the worsening weather conditions. The search continued intermittently over the next several days, although with a scaled down number of searches, again due to the weather conditions. Local police didn't contact the McCulloughs until February 10th to notify them about their sons' 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' 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 they had 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 fliers that were made when Charles went missing and one of the photos on the flier 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 Swagnum Bog and 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 searches 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 crowd

on the 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 have 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 are 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 on 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 100 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, a crater-like 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 mouth. 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 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-like 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 it made plans to meet up with business associates John Vaughan, Frank Averlin, and Averlin's 13-year-old son. The fishing trip would be later in the day as Rollin Averlin had to work half day before they could

close the shop. As the local men made the way to the fishing spot, they passed the South Park entrance around 3 p.m. and saw Albert Jones' car, a 1951 green Pontiac sitting on the side of the road on Highway 62. This was near the Annie Creek Canyon area. Jones and Collaney weren't in the car nor around the area. As Vaughan and Averlin pulled up alongside the car, they could see the passenger door jar, which seemed to be off to them. Exiting their vehicle, they called out for Jones and Collaney, but never got an answer. Luggage could be seen from the window, as well as the 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, waiting for the others to possibly return. Craving the coffee flavor you love. But without the caffeine, Kachava's got you covered, with their newest coffee flavor. This all-in-one nutrition shake delivers bold, authentic flavor, crafted from premium, decaffeinated Brazilian beans,

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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 gathered 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 Cullhaney 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, recall 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 counted. It was one of the worst nights of my life. Ash and Owings finished out the summer at the park and returned to their respective homes. On Monday, July 21, 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. Cullhaney 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. In addition to the gunshot wound, his groin area was bruised. Jones' fate was similar. He was also on his back, feet towards Cullhaney, arms by side, bruised groin, and a single gunshot wound to the back of his head. What set Jones' injuries apart from Cullhaney 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, in, quote,

and that's according to his wife Ruth Heron, now 77, and still living in climate falls. Heron had suspected the killers were a couple of men named John Wesley Cole and Kenneth Moore, both of Chiliquan. A few years before the Jones' Cullhaney 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 swift 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 Cullhaney and Jones murders occurred. Days after the murders, the police talked to 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 toward the lodge, he heard what he described as two firecracker type bags. 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 just missed the story and called him a smart Ellie. If the FBI come back to me, I could have showed them even where the killer's car 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, he only went 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 57, sandy-colored hair, slender, and 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 a 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 Rogue Community College when she heard about the crater-like murders and decided to write a paper on them. She spent over three months investigating the deaths. Her extensive report is now part of the files of 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-like murders remain unsolved. Craving the coffee flavor you love. But without the caffeine, Kachava's got you covered with their newest coffee flavor. This all-in-one nutrition shake delivers bold, authentic flavor, crafted from premium, decaffeinated Brazilian beans. Quality nutrition shouldn't be complicated. Just two scoops of Kachava's all-in-one nutrition shake and you've got 25 grams of protein, 6 grams of fiber, greens, and so much more. Whether you're craving that coffee taste to kickstart your morning ritual or as a nutrient-packed reward to round out your afternoon, Kachava keeps you fueled and satisfied wherever your day takes you. Plus, it actually tastes delicious. No fillers, no nonsense. Just the good stuff your body craves. And for the times you feel like switching it up, you've got seven flavors to choose from. All

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your body craves. Go to Kachava.com and use code news. New customers get 15% off their first order. That's K-A-C-H-A-V-A.com code news. Set them up. Have successful prospects of the gold rush that was hitting the area. The legend, as are cited 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 to have been discovered by John C. Freeman, while others claim it wasn't 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, their 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 that 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 set them up, leading to where the cabin and buried treasure were. Soon after the man gave the information out, he disappeared as well. Neither 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 set them up, 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 set them up, 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 tale 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, both 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 California group had prospected all over that state and found nothing that resembled the landscape said didn't have it to the lost cabin nor mine, they were convinced it was in Oregon, and specifically just a few miles from where they sat. It 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 eleven 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 and gold for days. Their provisions began to dwindle, so the 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 close 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, one of the men soon came upon a rim of a lake thought to be clamoth-like, but it was actually crater-like. 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 riding 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 minor in the cabin nor the 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 had 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 had 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 as 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 of 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 U.S. VA Forestry Service. Two years prior to the area being protected, the 140-year dormant volcano erupted, sending a blast wave that traveled it 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 Batsquatch. Yes, you heard correctly Batsquatch. Soon there would be sightings of the creature, and it would beg the question, where did this thing come from? Batsquatch, which is a cross between a bat and sasquatch, the center of the anxiety in or on Mount St. Helens, using the thick forest discovered shelter. Described as being

six to eight feet tall, having a wolf-like snout, blue fur, glowing yellow or red eyes, sharp serrated teeth, heard-like feet and bat-like wings spanning up to 50 feet. It said those who have 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 a strange creature equate the May of 1980 eruption of Mount St. Helens to the release of Batsquatch 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 Batsquatch creature was reported by Brian Canfield. In the foothills of Mount Reneer, North 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, and went 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. Driving 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 the thing 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 batscotch. Interviews conducted by CR Roberts, the reporter that took the initial counsel, Brian Canfield 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 vouched for him after listening to the story, and Brian Canfield has what might be the best documented encounter with batscotch. 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 Shasta in California reported seeing a winged creature with a 50-foot wingspan fly from a curvasse 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 pass 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 their privilege to show. Or possibly, batscotch simply reveals itself to those it chooses. Whatever set of circumstances that brought the winged creature to our forest, one thing is for certain. Those that have seen batscotch will not soon forget the encounter. Craving the coffee flavor you love, but without the caffeine, Kachava's got you covered with their newest coffee flavor. This all-in-one nutrition shake delivers bold, authentic flavor, crafted from premium decaffeinated Brazilian beans,

with 25 grams of protein, 6 grams of fiber, greens, and so much more. Treat yourself to the flavor and nutrition your body craves, go to kachava.com and use code news. New customers get 15% off their first order. That's K-A-C-A-V-A.com code news. Craving the coffee flavor you love, but without the caffeine, Kachava's got you covered with their newest coffee flavor. This all-in-one nutrition shake delivers bold, authentic flavor, crafted from premium decaffeinated Brazilian beans. Quality nutrition shouldn't be complicated. Just two scoops of Kachava's all-in-one nutrition shake, and you've got 25 grams of protein, 6 grams of fiber, greens, and so much more. Whether you're craving that coffee taste to kickstart your morning ritual, or as a nutrient-packed reward to round out your afternoon, Kachava keeps you fueled and satisfied wherever your day takes you. Plus, it actually tastes delicious. No fillers, no nonsense. Just the good stuff your body craves, and for the times you feel like switching it up,

you've got seven flavors to choose from, all with the highest quality ingredients. Treat yourself to the flavor and nutrition your body craves. Go to Kachava.com and use code news. New customers get 15% off their first order. That's K-A-C-A-V-A.com code news. Another strange area on Mount St. Helens is Apcanion. This area was deeply affected by the eruption. It's located on the north face of the mountain, and Apcanion is popular 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 Apcanion once more for a while, there was an encounter between miners and eight men that 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 don't 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 print 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 word 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 that brought all the other clues over the past few days together was a single print, as if whatever had left had dropped from the sky and went back up, one minor 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 when the other miners took company 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 Bart 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 inclamate 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 weird 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 all together. 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 picked 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 Abe Canyon. As a side note, there is a story about a group of Boy Scouts that were supposedly camping on Mount St. Helens at the time. Many people believe these Boy Scouts 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 of what the miners had reported back in 1924. Back 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. However, the cave wouldn't be explored until three years later by Boy Scout troop. Made up by lava flow, the cave had never been explored by anyone before the troop 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. Helen's Apes. Towards the cave are available to the public, but before worn, rumor has it that if you spend overnight in the cave,

that you will lose your mind. And now let's look at some of the missing person cases on Mount St. Helen's. Craving the coffee flavor you love, but without the caffeine, Kachava's got you covered, with their newest coffee flavor. This all-in-one nutrition shake delivers bold, authentic flavor, crafted from premium, decaffeinated Brazilian beans. Quality nutrition shouldn't be complicated. Just two scoops of Kachava's all-in-one nutrition shake, and you've got 25 grams of protein, six grams of fiber, greens, and so much more. Whether you're craving that coffee taste to kick start your morning ritual, or as a nutrient-packed reward to round out your afternoon, Kachava keeps you fueled and satisfied wherever your day takes you. Plus, it actually tastes delicious. No fillers, no nonsense. Just the good stuff, your body craves. And for the times you feel like switching it up, you've got seven flavors to choose from, all with the highest quality ingredients. Treat yourself to the flavor and nutrition your body craves. Go to kachava.com and use code news.

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That's K-A-C-H-A-V-A.com code news. In May of 1950, a man named Jim Carter, along with a climbing party of 20 people, started the day on Mount St. Helens at Abe Canyon, ready to climb, ski, and have a day of fun. On the descent, Carter left the party at the dog-set area to take a picture of the larger group as they skied past him. Being an experienced skier and mountain climber, the other twin agreement that he would be the best person to ski ahead of the group. Moments 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 parties 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 eye-sacks, 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 as 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 as 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, the 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 Mr. Rendigo for a hike at Mount St. Helens. After the man didn't return, he was reported missing. The 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 the 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. Johnston. Johnston 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. Pragically, this was not the case, and Johnston perished in the eruption.

David A. Johnston was employed through the United States Geological Survey, the USGS. The last transmission from the cold water two station was from Johnston, 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 and remembers of Johnston. 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 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 of 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. A can be man and his family rescued after being lost for a harrowing 48 hours in the

wilderness. 37-year-old Peter William Monroe is 7-year-old daughter Layla 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 Kensal Lake campsite to join them on a camping trip. When she got there they were nowhere to be found. She assumed they had 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 layless stuffed animals 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 for the devil's peak trailhead report that her husband Peter, their daughter Layla 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 treats team, mountain wave emergency communications, Portland Mountain Rescue, organ 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 Air Unit. Over 50 searchers ended up participating in the mission. Most of these volunteers brought 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 had worked 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, Layla 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. Layla 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 12.30 in the afternoon on Thursday September 3rd. Peter, Layla 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 Layla were reunited with the rest of the family and were getting some much needed rest. After his rescue and hospitalization, Peter spoke to reporters from the back window 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 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, Layla and even Buck are all fine and have suffered no long-term injuries or lasting effects from this terrifying or deal 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 tumbleways of mother nature. Always be prepared. Peter and his family were extremely lucky and survived and been rescued. Craving the coffee flavor you love. But without the caffeine, Kachava's got you covered with their newest coffee flavor. This all-in-one nutrition shake

delivers bold, authentic flavor, crafted from premium decaffeinated Brazilian beans with 25 grams of protein, 6 grams of fiber, greens and so much more. Treat yourself to the flavor and nutrition your body craves. Go to kachava.com and use code news. New customers get 15% off their first order. That's k-a-c-h-a-v-a.com code news. Craving the coffee flavor you love. But without the caffeine, Kachava's got you covered with their newest coffee flavor. This all-in-one nutrition shake delivers bold, authentic flavor, crafted from premium decaffeinated Brazilian beans. Quality nutrition shouldn't be complicated. Just two scoops of Kachava's all-in-one nutrition shake and you've got 25 grams of protein, 6 grams of fiber, greens and so much more. Whether you're craving that coffee taste to kickstart your morning ritual or as a nutrient-packed reward to round out your afternoon, Kachava keeps you fueled and satisfied wherever your day takes you. Plus, it actually tastes delicious. No fillers, no nonsense. Just the good stuff your body craves.

And for the times you feel like switching it up, you've got seven flavors to choose from, all with the highest quality ingredients. Treat yourself to the flavor and nutrition your body craves. Go to Kachava.com and use code news. New customers get 15% off their first order. That's K-A-C-H-A-V-A.com code news. 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 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 a 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-inspiring, yet eerie, all the same time. Crater Lake is special. It 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 flock 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 sky as 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 a 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 lesser known 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 its white star insignia was clearly visible through the underbrush. Everyone simply assumed that the pilot had perished 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 for this aircraft was supposedly located. However, it wasn't long before the 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, and 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 comfort. Rather, he locked the high sockets with it as it was not a human being, at least not

anymore, on 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 2 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 sailing 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 his son, was able to lay him to rest. Rest in peace, Ensign Lupo.

Then, on February 26, 1975, a woman named Jean Nud dropped off her husband Dave, her daughter and grandchild at the airport. They all called the crater lake Klamath original 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 Klamath Falls. Jean wasn't feeling well that night and decided to turn into bad early. She later said she awoke too early and with 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 Klamath 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'd 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 estimate 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 wallet 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. Yet 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' blood bolts wagon he had 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 worst,

if you can believe that, and a little on the sinister and bizarre side too if we're being honest. Charles' body was found 12 miles away from the trailhead. And on the 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 were 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. Well, none of that was ever found either. The raiding theory is that perhaps Charles had

survived with the wrong person, who solved this expensive camera equipment, took a chance and did away with him. And most likely stole his money too. This alleged killer didn't haul the body to the most remote part of Crater Lake and left it sitting on a log. Figuring between the elements and 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. Is 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. Being 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. In the meanwhile, 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 farther on down the trail. I'm Steve Stockton and I'll talk to you next time. Craving the coffee flavor you love. But without the caffeine, Kachavas got you covered with their newest coffee flavor. This all-in-one nutrition shake delivers bold, authentic flavor, crafted from premium decaffeinated Brazilian beans. Quality nutrition shouldn't be complicated. Just two scoops of Kachavas all-in-one nutrition shake and you've got 25 grams of protein, 6 grams of fiber, greens, and so much more. Whether you're craving that coffee taste to kickstart your morning ritual or as a nutrient-packed reward to round out your afternoon, Kachava keeps you fueled and satisfied wherever your day takes you. Plus, it actually tastes delicious. No fillers? No nonsense. Just the good stuff your body craves. And for the times you feel like switching it up, you've got seven flavors to choose from. All with the highest quality ingredients. Treat yourself to the flavor and nutrition your body craves. Go to Kachava.com and use code news. New customers get 15% off their

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