Man Forced Into Crazy Human Hunting Game (True Survival Story)

You ever have that nightmare where you’re
naked and everyone’s laughing at you? Well, for mountain man John Colter, the bad
dream was real. The hot summer sun beat down on his unmentionable
places as a crowd of Blackfoot Indians made crude gestures and taunted him. They had already killed his partner and now
a group of leaders were deciding his fate. Suddenly an elder grabbed Colter’s arm and
led him away. ‘Go!’ said the elder pointing at the prairie,
“Run!’ Confused, Colter staggered forward and then
glanced back. The Blackfoot warriors were stretching, limbering
up. That’s when Colter realized–he was running
for his life. Late in the summer of 1809, John Colter and
John Potts left Fort Raymond, also known as Fort Manuel and ventured into Blackfoot Territory
near where the Gallatin, Jefferson and Madison Rivers meet. Today this area is known as Three Forks, Montana. The two men were skilled hunters and planned
to trap beavers. They had met a few years before when they
had been members of the Lewis and Clark Expedition. Colter and Potts knew that poaching in Blackfoot
territory was extremely dangerous, but a good price was being paid for beaver pelts. So they tried to keep their presence on the
down low. They set out beaver traps at night, checked
them early in the morning, hid and slept during midday. The two men were each paddling a small dugout
canoe up the Jefferson river when they heard a stamping noise. Colter worried that it was Blackfoot Indians
and wanted to turn back, but Potts insisted the noise was buffalo and accused Colter of
cowardice. For the rest of Potts’ very short miserable
life, he wished he had listened to Colter. They paddled around a bend to see that the
banks of the river were lined with around 800 Blackfoot, some on horses. The tribe gestured for them to come ashore. Colter thought it was best to comply; trying
to escape was futile. He furtively cut the lines for his beaver
trapping gear, letting it drift to the shallow bottom of the river. He told Potts that he could retrieve it later. Colter went ashore. He spoke rudimentary Blackfoot and also a
little Crow, the language of a neighboring Indian tribe. He thought that he and Potts were just going
to robbed. The Blackfoot took Coulter’s gear-his rifle,
flint, powderhorn and his knife. Then they made him strip. Off came Colter’s shirt, belt, pants and
boots. Soon he was as naked as the day he was born. Meanwhile, Potts stood in his canoe, longrifle
in hand, watching the proceedings and refusing to come ashore. The Blackfoot communicated to Colter that
he should tell Potts to come ashore. Colter told Potts, but Potts refused saying
that he might as well lose his life rather than be stripped and robbed like Colter. Prophetic words. An archer on the shore shot Potts in the hip
with an arrow. Potts fell to the bottom of his boat. Colter asked if he was hurt. Potts said yes, he was hurt, too injured to
escape. As he rose up from the bottom of his canoe,
poised for action, Potts told Colter to get away if he could, he was going to shoot at
least one Indian. Potts fired, killing one of the Blackfoot. All hell broke loose. A volley of arrows were unleashed at Potts
and in seconds, he was dead, riddled with arrows and bullets. Blackfoot jumped in the river and dragged
Potts’ boat to shore. Raging, they tossed his corpse on the ground. They mutilated his body, hacking it apart
with tomahawks and knives. Colter stood by, head turned away so he didn’t
see. Some accounts claim that the Blackfoot threw
Potts’ entails into Colter’s face to goad him. Either way, soon all that was left of Potts
was a bloody, pulpy mess on the ground. An angry warrior came at Colter with a tomahawk,
but his tribesmen grabbed him and held him back. A group of leaders and elders quickly convened
to decide what to do with Colter. Meanwhile, Coulter stood there in his birthday
suit, being harassed by the mob. He was sweating, trying to keep a cool head
while dreading what was going to happen next. Would the Blackfoot torture him before they
killed him? An elder left the council, came over to Colter,
grabbed his arm and began to walk him away from the crowd. The elder pointed at the prairie. ‘Go! Go away!’ he told Colter in Crow. Colter walked a few steps forward on shaky
legs; he thought the tribe was going to shoot him in the back. The Elder impatiently gestured and demanded
Colter go faster. Colter walked a little faster, when he got
maybe 100 yards away (300 feet, 91.44 meters), he glanced back to see that the young men
of the tribe were stripping off their leggings and stretching. That’s when Colter understood–they were
the hunters and he was the prey, he was running for his life. His heart pounding, Colter took off, running
as fast as he could. Seconds later, blood curdling war cries went
up as the Blackfoot came chasing after Colter. Colter was fleet of foot; he was in good shape
and adrenaline coursed through his body. But every step was painful; the prairie was
treacherous. Large swathes of prickly pear bush covered
the ground. The tiny spikes from their stickers pierced
the tender skin between Colter’s toes. Pebbles tripped him and also bit into his
feet. Shrubs scratched and left welts on his calves
as he charged through them. Thankfully, Colter knew the area, he was about
5 miles from the Madison river. If he could just make it there… Colter ran and ran, not daring to look back. Startled birds flew up from the grass as he
bolted past. He could hear war whoops and laughter carrying
on the breeze. Also footsteps. He wasn’t sure if the Blackfoot were close
on his tail or if it was just the imagination of his terrified mind. Finally Colter couldn’t bear it any longer,
he was out of breath. He had a stitch in his side. His nose had started to bleed from the extreme
exertion. Slowing down, he looked back. Colter had run perhaps three miles. Most of the hunters had lost steam and were
distant specks on the prairie. However one graceful runner draped in a blanket
and carrying a spear was far ahead of the rest of the pack, maybe around 100 yards (300
feet, 91.44 meters) behind Colter. The distance between them was just shy of
an American football field. Colter took off again. The Blackfoot hunter chased him for another
mile, slowly gaining ground, getting closer and closer. Heart racing, lungs burning, ears ringing,
Colter could run no more. He stopped and whirled around. Arms spread wide, panting, his feet shredded
and his nose gushing blood, Colter pleaded for his life in Crow. The exhausted warrior didn’t hear Colter
or didn’t care. He ran closer and then lunged at Colter with
his spear, but stumbled and fell, breaking his spear in two. The tables were turned. Suddenly it was the Blackfoot warrior on the
ground begging for mercy. Colter snatched up the half of the spear that
had the sharp head and impaled the warrior, pinning him to the ground. Colter worked the broken spear free from the
dying man and stole his blanket. Buoyed by a fresh wave of energy, Colter turned
and ran for the river which was about a mile away. Colter gained a little extra time as the Blackfoot
stopped to check on their fallen tribesman. The discovery of their comrade’s death sent
the Indians into new paroxysms of rage and grief. At the bank of the Madison River, Colter paused
to catch his breath and scanned the area. Slightly downstream he noticed a huge beaver
lodge with a mound of brush, sticks and river debris rising from the water. Colter plunged into the river; by golly it
was cold! The water came from snowpack melting further
up stream. At least it numbed his swollen, bloody feet. Colter swam over to the beaver lodge and dived
down to come up under the wall and enter it. Beaver are clever animals, good at construction. Their lodges are often multi roomed and two-story,
the interior made watertight by an intricate weave of twigs, grass and mud. Colter secreted himself on the dry second
level of the lodge. Just in time. The Blackfoot splashed into the river, searching
for Colter. They stood atop the beaver mound, poked spears
into it and argued about which way was Colter went. Colter lay inches under then, scarcely breathing,
worried that the hunters would fall through or set his hiding place on fire. Thankfully, they didn’t. Instead the Blackfoot spread out to comb the
area. Several men crossed to the opposite bank to
look for him on the other side of the river. Colter stayed in his hiding place, terrified
that they had left someone on watch. The main pack of hunters came back two hours
later, angry, having seen not hide nor hair of Colter on the far side of the river. Finally the Blackfoot left, returning to their
tribe. A shivering Colter decided to play it safe
and stayed put until dark. Then he finally left the beaver lodge, and
swam many miles downstream. Finally Colter emerged from the water, chilled
to the bone. All he had was the sharp end of a broken spear
and a sodden blanket. No food, no clothing and no gear. He was hundreds of miles from the nearest
fort. Worse yet, an angry Blackfoot tribe was probably
monitoring the nearby mountain pass. Sure going through Bozeman Pass and following
the Yellowstone River was the quickest route back to Fort Raymond. However, that route would take Colter through
the heart of Blackfoot country. He didn’t want to chance it. Colter took a long detour which added probably
100 miles (160 km) to his journey, but it was far safer. Colter walked about 30 miles (48 km) east
towards the Bridger Mountains. To get over the mountains, he climbed a near
vertical peak. Hiking through the snow capped peaks at the
top of the mountains was especially hard as he had only his lone blanket to stay warm. Once over the mountains, Colter walked across
the Great Plains and then through Montana wilderness. He ate berries, bark and roots known as ‘prairie
turnips’, dug up with his hands and the spear point. Eleven days and some 300 miles later, Colter
finally arrived back to Fort Raymond. He was naked, sunburned, covered in insect
bites and emaciated. His feet were swollen and blistered. His eyes were glassy and his beard long and
scraggly. Close companions didn’t even recognize him. Colter spent several weeks recuperating from
his narrow escape and arduous journey home. Later that winter, Colter, who was brave,
foolish or insane or perhaps a bit of all three headed back into Blackfoot Territory. He wanted to retrieve his expensive beaver
trapping gear which he had dropped in the river on that terrible summer’s day he ended
up being hunted. Since it was the dead of winter, Colter figured
he’d be okay, he thought that the Blackfoot would be hunkered down in their camps until
spring. Colter traveled through the Bozeman Pass and
reached the Gallatin River. One evening, he was settling down to a nice
meal of boiled buffalo meat by his small campfire when his sharp hunter’s ears detected the
tell-tale sound of twigs snapping. Operating on instinct honed from years of
living in the wilderness, Colter dove down atop his fire, extinguishing it. Muskets cracked and musket balls whined over
Colter’s head as he lay in the darkness. Finally, Colter had enough. He hastily packed up and went back to Fort
Raymond, eventually heading east to buy a farm, settle down and get married. Do you think you could run 5 miles and escape
if someone was chasing you? Let us know in the comments! Also, be sure to check out our other video
Man Who Hunted Humans As a Game In Real Life! Thanks for watching, and, as always, don’t
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  1. Nich Hollywood

    I’m part blackfoot indian 🖤

  2. Sar Agorn

    The pale faces deserved it, if only they stayed in Eourpe

  3. Huńt3r

    If someone was chasing me I could make it pretty far, I think

  4. Codie Peyton

    When ur part of the black foot tribe

  5. nimajneB

    Not a single "Most Dangerous Game" Reference… Dissapointed

  6. Spinup Records

    This would be a cool movie

  7. TheLegendary_Bros1

    0:00 yes

  8. cocokitty

    My class just read the most dangerous game last week and then you make this video

  9. Benjamin D

    History has some strange stories

  10. urmaker

    So peaceful. 🙂

  11. Ablazeslinky492

    Number 1 on NFL Draft

  12. Rumsy z

    Info graphics such a fun show

  13. Yugi Hoskin

    Do a video on life of a dropout

  14. xxenow

    The hunger games 5

    Hunger Games: Running For Life

  15. brian jackson

    They shouldve never been there in the first place

  16. Tillbilly 5

    No just no

  17. Exu

    Every Blackfeet are gangsta till a large line of musketeers appear and pillage

  18. That1kid

    Victory royale

  19. daleketchup

    But why would they attack him though?

  20. Eric Dahl

    I'd just gave them firewater

  21. Green Eyez

    I heard this on MeatEater. But you guys went more in depth and animated it lol.

  22. Life is just A dream

    I Remember this from American dad and the book about this 😂😂

  23. Aditya Rajeev

    This guy has won Gold in all the games of Olympics

  24. Housel

    I would have returned to their camp in a full set of knights armor with a flamethrower

  25. Jacob R.

    I’d be dead

  26. Robert Harris

    This really shows how the native americans arnt as loving and nice as theyre always portrayed.

  27. Gabe Brennan

    Tribe dude: YOUR GOING TO DI-

    your tool has lost durability

    grabs sharp spear edge

    Him: NO U!

  28. Ace Spade

    I just lost the game

  29. JacubToo

    Hey that what you get for trespassing.. for the sake of greed.

  30. Awesomease genious

    The story most dangerous game was my first thought when i saw the title.

  31. Joshua Woodall

    Who are blackfoots?

  32. Bala shaitan ka saala

    European are killers they killed all native indians and captured America's

  33. Brendon McDonnell

    Love the seagle (eagle+seagull)

  34. Sherkarra Dawkins

    Hey, can you guys make a video about Epstein?

  35. AwesomeColum

    the most dangerous game is the hunger games

  36. jerry huang

    I'll run across the world to escape my mom

  37. Stephen Cantarero

    Gets shot with an arrow
    "Hey are you hurt?"

  38. CJ Kuhn

    Colter: I am being hunted

    Destiny 2 players: O your r just marked for vengeance

  39. Jotaro Kujo

    “The most dangerous game” Anyone?

  40. The Pigg

    Nareator: and golly it was cold

  41. Merasツ

    way too many ads

  42. TheCookingNerd

    He kind of deserved to die. Those poor beavers 😭

  43. Laughing Jack

    Gets shot by arrow

    ArE yOu HuRt??

  44. Master Yoda

    The Most Dangerous Game 2.0

  45. Medico Opthalmology

    NO? DO .
    NOW U

  46. Tairy Hesticles

    But wait, I thought all Native Americans were noble, peaceful, and didn't have a concept of ownership? Am I to believe that these peaceful Natives did not feed the white men corn and wish them luck on their journey?

  47. Hakurou- kun

    Could you do another video about China vs world?

  48. Anton Lee

    Why are the Blackfeet so mean here?

  49. Tairy Hesticles

    I wonder what would have happened had he spared that Native's life. Do you think they would have let him leave in peace?

  50. Mizuhashi Kazuma

    Sound like Apocalypto movie

  51. Logata

    300th comment.

  52. TrimricFlea15

    I run five mile already bc the army weekly

  53. x Michon

    It’s crazy how these people survive these things I’d be dead in every crazy life or death situation these people are really tuff

  54. Heen

    I'm not sleeping tonight

  55. • Mini •

    The definition of Monopoly and UNO

  56. mario5and5luigi

    Would love to see an episode on the Australia VC Albert Jacka who was known to of pulled some amazing feats during the World War

  57. Alice Hwang

    That is intense but is it 100% true

  58. Never Yield

    Haha I am German and am considering to volunteer with the blackfeet in Montana next summer.
    Maybe I should do some cardio until then.

  59. Aaron B

    Noble savages my hairy ballz.

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  61. Brett Riviere

    There is a movie based on this called the mountain men


    Hungaaaaar Gum

  63. Trevor Peterson

    Super athlete tribesman: "Its time for you to die"
    Him: pulls out reverse card* "no u"

    Super athlete tribesman: aww s***

  64. DecaHelix

    The most dangerous game is texting your ex back lol😂

  65. Amelia Brett

    Who èlsé is a true fan of The Infographics Show ?!

    👇Btw I shall sußs to whoèvér sußs mè
    👇And likès thé commènt! Promisè 🔥 💞

  66. Amelia Brett

    No, I haven't had that dream

  67. Dr. Flizzy

    Isn't their a movie with this exact plot starring Ice-t?

  68. Video Critic

    I love stories where the only witness has suspect credibility!

  69. David Patterson

    I really want to know what happened when those hunters came back.

  70. Brave Brutal Gaming

    It’s Blackfeet not Blackfoot I’m a enrolled member

  71. R3Z QLX

    Id run for 2 minutes and give up

  72. Pierce Rice

    I hope you are happy you successfully put 2 ads every 2 and a half mins

  73. Sav Cuber

    Cool to see my hometown of Bozeman represented in a video! Montana doesn’t get much fame😂

  74. 20.000 subscribers before 2020

    Who's been here with The Infographics Show before 2019

    Show yourself in the comment section 😉❤

  75. TheAres1999

    DM: "Okay you are surrounded by warriors of Blackfoot Nation"
    Colter: "I would like to attempt an athletics check to escape."
    DM: "Roll it"
    Colter: Natural 20


    Every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries with it the seed of an equal or greater benefit.

  77. Richard Malagar

    Logan Paul lost lol

  78. lolli


  79. Isaac Mounce

    Why is the first half of the video in a tropical setting? And did they really wear suits on expeditions?

  80. xdvSav

    When the most dangerous game becomes actually real

  81. Lil Ra Ra

    Meh,u can’t blame them

  82. B Whit

    Did native Americans eat people, or was that just the Maori from New Zealand?

  83. Lil Ra Ra

    Meh,I don’t blame the Blackfoot

  84. Joshua Mata

    Wait so global warming is not what caused this or increase this type of hunting? Your breaking character info.

  85. Lil Ra Ra

    Tbh,I’m actually a bit disappointed in that warrior

  86. T K

    5 miles? Most of America can’t even run 1 LOL

  87. Karvas X3

    Why dont governments attempt to civilize these lost tribes or destroy them. They’re clearly a danger to people

  88. Lolarose

    That's what he gets!! 😂😂😂

  89. koolnuts

    WoW they should create a movie on this , though they probably won't

  90. Terry Makiechut

    This is the real life apocalypto

  91. AnayaLator_221

    Should I feel sorry for these colonizers…cause I don’t 🤷🏿‍♀️

  92. Mvano Magopeni

    This is basically Minecraft

  93. jordan secrist

    Aim small miss small.

  94. Jt Wright

    Did he make it out alive in this true Survival Story???

  95. Carmen Hall

    Wait. They wore pants with belt loops for a belt in 1809?

  96. Mike m

    I would've died 2miles in maybe 2miles .

  97. Taqiyya Watch TV 2

    ”Birthday suit” 😂

  98. Fiji water

    Dude: Almost gets killed by angry Native Americans in their territory
    Also dude: take me back🤩

  99. T-zommy

    Yeah if someone chasing me I could run a marathon

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