Pete Bridle (34:18)
Okay, so the next incident was. Was quite an interesting one. I had a taxi driver, like, if you want to find out anything in the Solomons, just get in a taxi and ask them. They've always got a guy, they always know something. But a taxi driver had told me about his uncle was having problems with Uma Butchers, one of their many names for the giants up at his forestry camp. So anyway, I hired a little Suzuki and only just made it up there because you've got the old monsoon rain on the clay roads. And I started having a chat with the boys up there and they said, yeah, they're up the tree. And I'm like, what do you mean they're up the tree? And he's like, yeah, they hide up the tree every day and there's this huge, like, rainforest Tree, it's just all like twisting roots and all kinds of stuff and it's got no timber value. And they're saying, yeah, they hide up that tree and you know, I had a look up there and I swear I saw brown fur. But I'm alright, I'll chuck some trail cameras up and we'll see if anything comes out of that at night. So again, one of the problems I face is my trail cameras either have no batteries in them the next morning or they've been stolen and swapped for beer or they've been smashed. So I normally put that down to the locals. And one of the other problems is jealousy. If I've got some people helping me, other people get jealous. Is that what breaks my trail cameras. But in all of the time there, I got nothing. I don't know how many trail cameras I must have taken. Make 30 of them with me. Lost every single one, lost every single battery dozens of times over, lost all my SIM cards, lost everything. Never got a single photo. And that is just one of the many reasons why working there is awful. But long story short, I stayed up there and the boys that were in that village, they took me through to meet a kid that had been kidnapped. He was in his 30s now, he was kidnapped when he was a child. He apparently spent a good week with them and yeah, he had all sorts of stories and he told me where he stayed. Another guy, he just passed away, unfortunately, but he'd actually been involved in a mass killing of them. His wife had been stolen in the 80s. They went to get his wife back and in an engagement with them, they killed dozens of these people in the forest. Now, whether they were the wild men, which as I've said, really do exist, or they were the smaller ones, these guys said that they were the small ones. Now everyone kept saying the same thing. About 4 foot tall, orange hair, red eyes and really, really strong, horrendously strong. So strong that when they pick fruit they just break the tree down rather than, you know, climb up it and get it. And that's what they were saying was up this, up this tree. Now, the next morning there had been considerable damage done to the forestry camp. They chucked a lot of timber down the, down the banks. All kinds of stuff was TR. Crashed and the boys all said, look, we can go and have a look at the caves because everything lives in caves there. There's all of these stories about underground cities and how the, the giants can travel from one end of the country to the other just using the caves. So we Went down into a little valley and we're heading up towards some limestone caves where one of the two main things that these what I think a Homo floresiensis mainly eat, they love the bats and they love the crayfish in the creek. So their two favorite things. And as we headed up, up the valley, we started hearing creatures vocalizing from either side of the valley. Now the only problem is I've got like six guys following me that all are fascinated, that all never seen, you know, hung out with a white guy, especially a white guy with a camera. And they're just talking and smoking the entire time. And no matter how many times I tell them to shut up and just, please, can you just let me go ahead. They'd always be right there, always worried something would happen to me. And they always keep saying, he's going to steal you. The little giants are going to steal you. They're going to capture you. You're a white man, they'll be curious. They will grab you. So continued up there towards the caves. Keep hearing two creatures vocalizing. And it was nothing outside the range of what a human being could make. But. But one big thing I did notice was the clicks. And it just sounded like someone like clicking, like with their tongue, like clicking their tongue against the roof of their mouth. And that was weird. So as we get towards the caves, I just stop and I just said to the boys, we'll just do a little listening halt. And they're all sitting there muttering away and about, I don't say, about 30 meters away from me, I guess. I watched a fern frond just go straight down. There was a hand on it. And on the other side of the fern frond was a face about the size of a child. As dark a skin as the natives, just messy reddish brown hair, just black eyes. But I mean, the natives have very, very dark eyes. You can't really distinguish the white of the eye at that distance. Very dark eyes, a nose that was not a great deal flatter than that of any Solomon Islander. But there was clearly red hair on the hand, red hair on the face, red hair on the head. Just made eye contact with me, looked at me, and then let go of the fern frond and just melted into the bush. Now, the kids don't run away, the locals don't run away. It was something different. What it was again, I'm convinced that was Homo floresiensis, but that wasn't even the weirdest one. So by this time, obviously a lot of people are interested in what I'm doing. Friend of Mine from Australia, he's a doco filmmaker, and he's like, can I come over and film with you and hang out? And I'm like, absolutely. So, as if it wasn't bad enough heading into the jungle with a bunch of Solomon Islanders following me, smoking, drinking, talking, making all sorts of noise, I now had two cameramen with me and it was, yeah, yeah, very difficult. We got way, way, way up towards Mount Pomerasu, up behind Goldridge. Goldridge is the. The big gold mine there. That's where the majority of the sightings are. And there's absolutely wild men there. I met wild men on the riverbanks there a lot. These people. There's tons of different languages in the Solomons. I cannot communicate with these people. They don't speak pigeon, which is what I speak. Obviously don't speak English. And it's awkward because they're always naked. It's just basically naked prehistoric humans on a riverbank. And I'd stalk in on them all the time and just back away because I don't want to intrude. I don't want to harass them, and I don't want to get in a fight with people that. Well, I have a bush knife and the ability to defend myself. They have a stick. I don't want to end up in a situation where there's a misunderstanding that involves in a physical conflict. But they're definitely up there. So, anyway, I end up on a riverbank. I have a chat to the boys and I say, look, I'm going for a bit of a bush stalk on my own. Fortunately, the native guys that were with us were exhausted. So I head up the river, and it's just straight razorback ridges dropping into a river. I get far enough up that I'm away from everyone and across the creek. And as I cross the creek, I find a really strong game trail heading up one of the razorback ridges. And one of the first things that I found there was at the entry to it, I found what I call a preach tree. So I hunt samba deer a lot. I had a lot of deer, but samba deer in Australia and New Zealand. And they'll mark trees, like scent mark, just like a wolf does it as well. Lots of animals do it. They'll mark a tree. And it stunk. Absolutely stunk. And it was. I'm absolutely convinced it was a pheromone marker of some description. Like, really made me feel uncomfortable and a bit sick. But I've gone this far. I've got two camera dudes down the, down the river I've got a little Handycam in my, in my hand, I've got a radio in my pocket, I've got a bush knife resembling a pirate cutlass in my hand and I'm like, I'm going for it so I'm gonna follow it up. So I start following the, following the trail straight up this razorback ridge because whatever had left it had only just left it. And as I go up the ridge, I spook something below me and it lets out a God awful scream. And just up above me I caught movement. So there was something in front of me and something behind me. And as I say the jungle is so thick you can't see a damn thing. But this thing below me just takes off and smashes through the trees. And at this point I really realized, look, my position is completely untenable. I've had natives telling me for weeks this guy's gonna steal you, he's gonna take you to the cave, they might kill you. And it got the better of me and I completely pussied out. And I went down that hill so fast I completely did not stick the landing. The bit that I come up there would have been about a 2 meter drop at the bottom. Somehow I went off that without breaking my camera. I. My head stopped my body from getting really hurt when I landed on the rocks. But I was not happy. I managed to get myself together and realized that there were two creatures on the same side of the river as me. And that's when I heard a third one on the other side of the river I just crossed. So I get the camera going, it's fading light, I haven't got much light left and I think, right, if these things are going to grab me, if I get in the river and at least get up to my armpits, I've got a chance. So I go straight in the creek and I can hear them talking to one another. Nothing like your Sierra sounds. Nothing like any of that I've heard on your show. Everything I feel within the vocal range of a human being but clicks, lots of clicks. And yeah, so I end up nice little deep hole in the river. It's pretty cold. I mean it's still 30 degrees at night and it's at that point of the evening when the jungle. Have you ever been in like a tropical jungle before? Like do you know what it's like at sunset?