Canadian True Crime - The Teslin Lake Incident [2]

Episode Date: April 22, 2024

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This episode includes brief mention of the death of an animal, as well as supernatural themes. And here is this wild-looking creature standing on the side of the road, and I'll never forget the look in his eyes, like a crazed look. He said to me, I could kill you. Where we left off, it was 1982, and 30-year-old Michael Oros had finally been located, arrested, and charged. He'd been found in possession of goods believed to have belonged to Gunther Leishi,

the German Bushmen who disappeared, leaving behind a half-built cabin. Leishy hadn't been seen for almost a year. Horace went berserk. It was smashing everything inside the cells. So they called Mike, who was the only member in that detachment, that would have been powerful enough to take on Orris. And then all of a sudden Mike had him in his struggle, and he looked at Mike after when he woke up,

and he said, I'm going to kill you someday. A month or so later, the judge, acquitted Oroes and set him free, citing a lack of evidence. Oroes soon returned to the wilds of northwestern British Columbia, and for the next two and a half years there were barely any reported sightings of the infamous Chesley-Lay-Free Mike. That was, until March of 1985. After spending winter in the city of Whitehorse in the Yukon, Frank and Eileen Hayes were returning by snowmobile to their remote cabin homestead close to Teslin Lake.

They hadn't been there since the fall. When they opened the door, they were confronted by a shocking sight. Their cabin had been ransacked and looted. All their tools were missing, their fishing equipment was missing, their rifle, ammunition and a canoe. Frank Hayes opened his workshop door to. find it had been used as a slaughterhouse, with the butchered remains of a moose strewn about the room. Hayes said the room was filthy. He would tell the police, quote, It was a mess. Everything was gone. He even took our wedding rings. More than six years of their

hard work had been destroyed over one winter. The loss of possessions and damage was estimated to be valued at about $7,000. By this point, Frank and Eileen Hase had no choice but to spend the night in their cabin, knowing they had to get out of there as soon as possible, because whoever it was would probably be coming back. The next morning, they set out back to town, intending to report the incident to the RCMP. When their snowmobile reached Teslin Lake, Frank said he suddenly saw what looked like a man in the distance. He knew straight away that there was no one else that could be than Chesley Free Mike, who was still notorious in the area, with frequent reports of threats, break-ins and stolen goods. Quote, I took out my binoculars and I could see him looking through

a pair of binoculars that he had stolen from our cabin back at me. No one knew it at the time, of course, but Michael Oroes had still been keeping diaries. In early February of 1985, about a month before the cabin break-in incident, he wrote that there was going to be a, quote, big shootout and predicted that it was going to happen that year sometime soon. Another entry starts with the headline, Death Day, although that didn't turn out to be the case. His mental health had declined even further by this point, and his diaries would be described as being written in fits and starts. His handwriting changing so much that a magnifying glass would be required to decipher his words. Oros wrote racist comments about indigenous people, notes about guns,

ammunition and supplies, and his thoughts on various books, movies, and songs. One entry is reportedly full of rambles about how a Hollywood producer and agent wanted to make him a star. Some days he boasted about women wanting to sleep with him, and on others he wrote about vivid dreams he'd had, like this one. The dream I had the night before last was of a beautiful, soft river valley. Just now I have found a picture of its place in a book. It is almost identical anyway, in the dream. I lived there.

Michael Orris's writing itself is like a feeling. Deverdream, blurring the lines between paranoid fantasy and reality. Somehow I got country to explore and gold to dig, and then I will have had the fun in my life, fulfilled enough to give it all up and go out 100% to kill these bastards, since it's obvious the laws are crooked. The majority of his rage was now targeted towards the police. I've been trying to beat these straits that have been tortured drugging me for 12 years now, and I've had to fight the pigs all the way.

Then I finally realized it was mostly pigs doing it to me. So the last year or so I've kind of set back and enjoyed myself doing things I want to before I die, and I got a few more things as I figure out how to beat these pigs or sit waiting for them to kill themselves. Neurosthenia, this is what the dictionary calls the symptoms of being tortured drugged by the horrible, horrible straight people. Neuristhenia is more commonly known as Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. The card's been reading pretty bad, and last night I swear I heard a dog barking someplace. Oroes notes that the temperature at this time was a freezing minus 26 degrees Celsius, or minus 14 Fahrenheit. His paranoia has intensified, and he seems to think that he isn't long for this world.

I'm scared to leave house for fear of spies sending a message to helicopter or plane or something. I am now outside the law as the pigs are the main world. who've been tortured drugging me for the last 13 years. They have criminally assaulted me, and I don't have to let any of them near me again in absolute self-defense. These diary entries were all written in the weeks leading up to mid-March of 1985, when Frank and Eileen Hase returned to their remote cabin on Teslin Lake to find it ransacked. After seeing Michael Oros, aka Chesley Free Mike, through the binoculars,

they made haste to the Teslin RCMP detachment to report it. It was too late to do anything about it that day, but the following afternoon, the Yukon RCMP charted a bush plain and flew down the long, relatively narrow Teslin Lake, looking for any sign of the notorious bushman. Suddenly he appeared and opened fire at the plane with a 303 rifle. He didn't hit him. it, but the attempt to shoot at police officers is an arrestable offence.

This also warranted calling the RCMP's Northern BC Emergency Response Team, a Canadian equivalent of what Americans refer to as a SWAT team. ERT police officers are specially trained in tactics, specialised weapons and equipment needed to provide an integrated response to situations that are high risk and volatile. And this was definitely one of those situations. By this point, the Northern BC ERT included both Constable Gary Rogers and Constable Mike Boudai. They had both been selected and sent to Ottawa for training in 1982,

the year after they each had their separate encounters with Michael Oroz. He is Gary. Both of us had a similar interest in physical activities and firearms and And so we were both selected to fill slots on the Northern BC emergency response team. Part of our training was learning the counterterrorism tactics, especially instinctive shooting. Rather than aiming for a visual target, instinctive or reflex shooting is taught specifically for use in combat or life-threatening situations where there might only be a conscious awareness of the target. They're taught to rely not on sight, but on instinct.

After training in Ottawa, constables Roger. and Boudai were assigned to operational duties with the Northern BC ERT team, secondary to their regular full-time duties. Mike Boudai was now a trained police dog handler, a natural fit, according to his brother Bob, who says they grew up with dogs and Mike always loved them. Now 27 years old, Mike had trained a young German shepherd by the name of Trooper, who was now his constant companion.

Gary Rogers, by this point 28 years old, had trained as a marksman and had regular duty as a criminal investigator or homicide detective. That March of 1985, both constables were still based at terrorist detachment, but for Mike, it was now only temporarily. Mike had been transferred to Prince George, but the transfer fell through for someone was held up, and he had sold his house and had nowhere to live. So being one of my closest friends and a teammate, he moved into my wife and his basement suite and was living there at the time that we got called to Tezlan Yukon, which now infamously known throughout the RCMP is a Tezun Lake incident. The next day was Tuesday, March 19th of 1985. Early that morning, a spotter plane was sent out to continue to monitor the whereabouts of Michael Oroz. The RCMP already knew that after he fled his cabin, he was on such high alert that he decided to camp out on a tiny island in the middle of Teslin Lake, in below freezing temperatures, without a sleeping bag.

There's a story about that that we'll get to a little later. The spotter plane got a visual on Michael Ores at about 7.30 that morning, still on that island. The emergency response team was notified. So it just came in and, okay, finally Oris has showed up again and he's done this, and we were going to have to go out and apprehend him. So because we were all familiar with Oris, our ERT team, we had done scenarios and discussions of if we ever had to deal with him, how we were going to go about it.

This wasn't news to us. I'm not surprised. The Northern BC ERT team made up of RCMP members from both Terrace and Prince Rupert detachments had arrived in Whitehorse late. previous night. The group had two police dogs and handlers, which of course included Mike Boudai and his young German shepherd trooper. The team had spent the early morning hours developing a game plan and after only a few hours sleep, they received the call. It was showtime. We had three sub-teams of three people apiece. Ideally, we wanted to take all three

teams and place them in strategic spots to contain or us, contact them through loudhealer at a distance, tunnel me was under arrest, order him to surrender, and then we'd take it from there. But there was only two helicopters available at the same time. Because only two of the teams could be deployed first, there would be a delay in the arrival of the third. In addition, there were issues with all the gear and equipment they needed. It just wouldn't all fit into those two helicopters, so they had to leave some of it behind. These issues contributed to a delay that inadvertently impacted their central radio communications. Each team had working line-of-sight radios to communicate with their immediate team members,

but for them to communicate centrally with other teams and the aircraft across a greater distance, they would need a mobile repeater to boost the signal. And right at that moment, the delays had resulted in the repeater being temporarily unavailable. The team could have aborted the mission. They had equipment issues that only had a few hours of sleep, and while they knew adrenaline would keep them going for a while, it wouldn't last forever. But Chesley Free Mike hadn't been an easy person to find,

and he was there now. After all the trouble he'd caused over the years, the team was committed to seizing the moment to try and capture him as peacefully as possible. Still, they couldn't help him. but wonder if it would actually turn out that way. The whole idea was to contain him, but if he'd made any hostile move, we'd have to shoot him.

We were prepared for it. We knew this wasn't going to go much other way. All the members that were there were prepared to be in a firefight. But we did everything that we could to try to minimize our vulnerability. It didn't go that way. It was Tuesday, March 19, 1985, and at 7.30 that morning, a spotter point. plane had confirmed that Michael Oros was still on the little island in the middle of Teslin Lake,

where he'd spent the night. The northern BC ERT team's strategy was to drop the first two sub-teams around the icy lake, with one ahead of Oros and the other behind him. The goal was to surround and contain him as long as possible, and if all things went well, they would have a verbal confrontation with Oros and talk him down. They knew that if he was able to enter the bush, they would probably lose him, which would give him the advantage because he knew the terrain so well. So they had to be very careful. But because of the delays with the helicopters and equipment, several hours went by before the two teams finally got up in the air. By this point, it was about 11 a.m. And when Orys was spotted again, he had moved to a different location.

He got into a position on Teslin Lake, right at the narrows, where on the east side, there's a big stretch of open water. And it was obvious from the air. We could see that our original landing pipe was useless. We knew that the other team was going to be delayed, and Ores was making good time moving south with the dog team. He was wearing snow shoes. His side was pulled by two husky type of dogs. And we could see from the air that our strategic spot would be in on land, fixed on that point and put ourselves in a stationary camouflage position so that he would have approached us and we would have been in a position to control him. Both teams waited and watched from strategic locations.

On one team, constables Gary Rogers and Mike Boudai were armed with M-16 U.S. military rifles, highly effective and dependable weapons that they were both proficient at using. Mike, of course, also had trooper the German she. shepherd with him, who was trained to pick up smells, sounds and anything else that a human might not be able to detect. The third member on their team, Constable Paul Hogan, was armed with a long-range sniper rifle. Their plan was to wait until Oroz had moved closer, about 200 meters away from them, because it would be easier to get a controlled shot in from that distance if they needed to. But he never made it that close, and they watched as he suddenly left his sled and disappeared into the tree line.

He's about 500 meters north of us by this point. Certainly, you know, I had a good visual on him, not a problem with that, but too far to engage. Then he came back out, and he came back to a sled, and we could see he had a rifle, 303 British from World War II vintage Army rifle, gained highly dependable, effective weapon. Michael Orris disappeared into the thick brush again. The team on the ground suspected that he knew exactly where they were and was likely moving through the bush. They had no way of knowing it at the time,

but Oroz had assessed the conditions and the positioning of the teams and changed his strategy. As it turned out, he'd put on a wider pair of snow shoes that enabled him to move faster over the chest-deep snow. And then instead of retreat, or holding his own, he came on the attack, and he made it in roughly 500 meters distance of chest-deep snow in the thick brush in about 10 minutes. And we never anticipated he could move that fast and that quiet.

Oros was spotted twice by Constable Hogan, closer each time sneaking along the bushline. But then he disappeared again as the sub-team continued to wait in position. Constable Gary Rogers had his M-16 pointed out to the lake using a tree branch for stability in case he had to take a long shot. Minutes went by. And I said, Mike, I haven't seen him on maybe 10 minutes. Watch your flank. He might be coming for us.

And Mike just called back on the radios. And he said, yep, got her under control, which I fully assumed Mike did. I never worked with anybody that was as capable as Mike, both in all of his senses, his eyesight, his hearing, his smarts, his physical stamina, his ability with weapons, his ability to control his dog. He was just like a machine. And at this point, I can't explain it whether I sensed something was going wrong, but I had to do about a 90-degree turn over my left shoulder. And I saw Boris's face just developed. It was fairly thick underbrush,

no leaves or anything, that basically from his shoulders down, I could. couldn't see, but his face was exposed, and it was like this glowing orange light. Now, this is because the sun was shining at him, for one thing. He had a reddish beard and reddish hair and that little lighter skin, and it was just, I clearly could see him. So I yelled, booty's right behind you. And with that, it was just bang. And then it's hard to describe this, the feeling of what happened to me. It's like when many people report that they're going into a car accident or some serious instant traumas coming at them. They go into like an altered state of consciousness. I'm not imagining this. I know exactly what happened. And I'm uncomfortable with the scientific explanation.

It was like I detached from my body and I was sitting on the branch of the tree above me, watching everything that's going on. And I'm fully aware and have all kinds of time to analyze and react is how I felt. And I could see Boris in slow motion. I couldn't see his rifle. I could just see the motions. I just heard the shot. And I knew he had a rifle because they'd seen him with the rifle when he was in visibility. And I could see slowly him rotating from behind Mike. And while he's doing that, I can see the motions of him working the bolt on the rifle to reload. And I just instantly reacted. There was no time to aim, no nothing. I just knew what was happening. And I just popped up my M-16 swung and just did an instinctive shot. And down, he was out. He'd have vanished.

and I was going to flip the switch on to Fully Otto and just raked the bush down below him to finish him off because I could have missed him and he could have come right back up and another one at me. But then again, I wasn't 100% sure where Mike was. I couldn't see Mike. And I just started to get confused. And so I didn't lay down a fire.

I knew a guy radioed and said, Boot come in, boot come in, boot come in. And there's nothing. And then I could hear trooper whining and I could hear troopers starting to move around. and I knew what happened. I just knew it. I knew damn what happened.

He was shot in the back and he's dead. And there's nothing to do. But if I leave my position, I'm leaving the other member who was wide open out on that point, but completely vulnerable. I can't do that either. I can't.

I have to stay here. And I just wait. So it was just a standoff. As constables, Gary Rogers and Paul Hogan waited in shock for about 20 minutes, the second sub-team carefully advanced, ably assisted by the spotter plane flying overhead. By this point, the mobile repeater was operational again.

We were flying over and they could see Horace laying down. They said he's there. It looks like there's blood around his head. But we're not saying he's dead. You guys be real, real careful with us. They kept them all circling so the spotter could have them in view all the time. And the other team leapfrog down until they came in and found both that Orris was dead and that Mike was dead. And that was over.

Constable Mike Boudai had been ambushed from behind and shot in the back of his neck. He was just 27 years old. His dog trooper was physically unharmed, but was obviously unsettled and distressed. 33-year-old Michael Oroes, the man responsible for the ambush, was lying about 20 metres away, on his back in the snow, with one gunshot wound to the forehead. Constable Gary Rogers didn't know it at the time, but his sudden feeling that something was wrong and his fast instincts in reacting to it likely prevented an even worse tragedy. Because when the second team reached the body of Michael Oros, they made an astonishing discovery.

Just a second before Gary rotated around and took his instinctive shot, Oroz had already pulled the trigger a second time. But this time, something malfunctioned. When the members went up to Ores, they inspected his rifle, and they found that the bolt was intact. They saw the ejected shell where he had shot Mike, and it was laying on the snow. And they opened the bolt, and they found that there was a live round in Ores' chamber.

Oros had swung and pointed the rifle of me and pulled his trigger before I could respond. And for some reason, no one can explain this, his round failed to go off. His firing pin inside of his breach, punctured the round that shot and killed Mike, had functioned that fine. It punctured the one set for me, but the round failed to ignite, and my life was saved or I would have been killed. And if he had to have killed me, I hate to think what would have happened. I've kept the three cartridges from that. Tess on the orris rifle confirmed that he did pull the trigger that second time,

but there appeared to be nothing wrong with either the rifle or the cartridge. that could explain why it didn't fire. There are theories that we'll get to a bit later, but over the decades Gary has had plenty of time to think about what might have been, had Oroz been successful the second time. He believes that the likely scenario would have involved Oroes shooting them both dead and seizing their rifles, which would have made the third member on their team, Constable Paul Hogan, a sitting duck, and it would have snowballed from there. Now Oros has got two M16s with 200 rounds of ammunition. The other members would have come in.

They knew that this was going on. They would not have stayed back. They would have advanced. And he would just mowed them down. Now you've got six RC&P members dead. And then what do you do? Oros's tracks in the snow were analyzed to figure out what happened and how he was able to get the jump on them so quickly

in that extremely tense few minutes before he shot Mike Boudai. Later, when this was over, they backtracked this and could see exactly what his movements were. He went through and he passed Mike Boudai and trooper, his German Shepherd, just inside the thick, heavy evergreen timber. It was like maybe 20 meters, something like that, 30 meters. And then he came out to the edge of the lake and where he could spot and saw where the helicopter landed, and he could see the three sets of snowshoe trails from the three of us that were deployed.

And he just backtracked and followed them. and he came to a position where he was 20-some meters behind Mike and 42 meters from me and he could see both of us and then he stopped and he placed his snow shoes, jammed him in the snow, took his rifle, set his rifle on Mike's back and shot Mike right through the back of the neck and killed him instantly. Mike Boudai's family wasn't aware that he'd been called to Whitehorse with the ERT team to respond to the developing situation. at Teslin Lake, they had no idea of the danger that lay ahead.

Bob Boudai, one of his older brothers, had been teaching late that day. And when I came home, I got a phone call from a friend that told me there's an emergency in the family and that my older brother was trying to get a hold of me. So I started dialing, you know, your heart just goes right up into your throat. And as I was dialing, I was thinking, my dad had diabetes and he had had some falls. And I didn't really know who it was, but I just knew someone was dead. And then when I finally got through, I actually had the operator cut in on the party line back then. And when she cut in, my brother kind of holler at me that Mike's dead.

And I said, what? I was just in total shock that was most shocked I ever was in my life and having talked to him just a day and a half before the funeral for constable Michael Joseph Boudai was held in his hometown of Brooks, Alberta and was reportedly one of the largest in RCMP history I know other members looked up to him there

St. Mary's Church in Brooks they had the church flow and then there was an adjacent halt and it was completely full and then the parking lot was full. Family, friends and colleagues remembered the 27-year-old police dog handler as a fearless yet fun-loving character

with a great sense of humor. Mike was described as a diamond in the rough and a free spirit who loved the outdoors. Bob says he learned that his younger brother had actually been a little sick when the emergency response team was called about Oroes. Mike didn't have to go up there. He had a bad cold, I guess.

And I didn't even know what was Gary that told me, but one of the fellows did that Mike said, there's no way I'm going to leave my team short-handed. So he decided he was going, and that was it. He was brave, and they said he had no fear in him, really. I'm sure he did. But he just wasn't showing it. He was focusing on what they were.

going to have to do. Trooper was at the funeral as well, and Bob recalled a powerful moment as the procession entered the cemetery. They had representatives of dog teams and their handlers pretty well back anyhow. And the thing that we remember the most, Mike's dog led the funeral procession, and as they went into the cemetery, the dogs all let out an eerie owl. and it made the hair stand on your back. We can never forget that.

Something incredible. The dog sensed that there was something wrong. This brings us to a key question that Gary says has been asked over the years. Michael Oros may have been quiet enough to sneak up behind Constable Mike Boudai undetected, but why didn't trooper the dog pick up on it and alert him? Gary believes the most likely explanation is this. I think the dog fell asleep. That's my feeling, because that was a young dog,

and that dog had virtually no sleep. It was up with us during the night. We never went to bed until like three in the morning. We were up again at five. None of us had much sleep. And I think what happened when it all settled down, he sat down, the sun was out, it was warm, all quiet. I think the dog dozed off.

That's what happened. Trooper was taken under the wing of another RCMP dog handler. The life of Michael Oros may have come to an end, but there were still a lot of unanswered questions about the story of his alter ego, Chesley Free Mike. And more importantly, he was still the prime suspect in the disappearance of Gunther Leeshi, so R-CMP investigators carefully went through all his belongings to see if there were any clues. In his toboggan, not far from where he was shot, was his last. diary, which covered the last weeks of his life. Those are the diary entries where he seems to be

aware that something big was going to happen soon, that he was going to die. The only mention he makes of Gunta Lishi is an entry dated February 14th, just over a month before the Teslin Lake incident. The tarot cards are reading bad again. The little airplanes that flew yesterday could only mean trouble for me this time of year. They shouldn't be any airplane activity spurt. Those planes flew around for some reason and it can't be good. Also, on the radio, the CBC has started a campaign of anti-Nazi propaganda to try

and get out of being punished for killing Gunther Litshi with the torture drugs. This is the Canadian government propaganda organization, and they must be pretty scared. Unhinged ranting about the CBC aside, the fact that Michael Oroes' romewerews wrote that Gunther Leishi had been killed when the RCMP considered him to be just a missing person, was of great interest to investigators. It was a strong indication that Oroz knew something about Leishy's fate. A professor of forensic psychiatry from the University of British Columbia

would describe the diaries of Michael Oroz as, quote, The tragic ramblings disconnected ideas of a very solitary individual who has cut himself off from society over the years and become totally obsessed and paranoid. His concept of the world around him has become bizarre and irrational. This testimony was given at an inquest to determine what led to the deaths of Michael Oros and Constable Mike Boudai, mandatory any time police are involved in assurance. As for Oros's propensity for being reclusive, isolated and paranoid, the professor added, quote, Together that is a poor combination. For him it is double jeopardy because his imagination has become delusional over time.

For him, the imaginations, the suspicions, the plots have become reality. He gets consumed by his own fantasies in the end. Michael Oroes was found to be deranged with an aversion for authority. In reference to his obvious mental health issues, the jury recommended that known isolated loners like him should be checked on at regular intervals and that psychiatric treatment or observation should be extended to anyone suspected of possible violence.

This was obviously a well-meaning recommendation, but quite a tall order when considering the historic deficiencies in available mental health treatments. The Inquest jury heard that the RCMP were not as prepared as they might have been for the crisis because of the equipment they had to leave behind and the equipment that didn't work. And although they had extensive training,

the freezing wilderness conditions and harsh terrain were a lot for them to contend with. As author Vernon Frolic would write in his book Descent Into Madness, quote, Oros had the advantage. The police were going in to make an arrest to preserve the peace. Oroos wanted to kill them. The jury ruled that the shooting deaths of Michael Oros and RCMP constable Mike Boudai were homicides, a term that does not imply blame.

Two months after the inquest, some RCMP members were sent back to the Hatsagola Lake area that Michael Oros considered his home base, and of course where Gunta Lishi decided to build a cabin that would never be finished. The goal of the trip was to tie up some loose ends on the Teslin Lake incident report, but in the shallow waters of the small lake shore lay a shocking new discovery. In August of 1985, five months after the Teslin Lake incident that ended the lives of both constable Mike Boudai and fugitive Michael Oros, the RCMP went back to the Hatsugola Lake area to finalise their report. As they were looking around the lake's shoreline, they suddenly spotted what looked like a skull. Then they saw a lower jaw.

There was fabric from a shirt, an amount of plastic, and other bones from the shoulders, upper legs and pelvis scattered nearby. The lower jaw was compared to Gunther Leeshi's dental records. It was a positive identification. The remains were examined and there was a suspicious hole in the right shoulder blade consistent with a high-calibur bullet that would have punctured the lung. It was determined that after this fatal shot, Leishy's body had been wrapped in plastic and buried in sand

under the shallow waters of the Hutsagola Lake, which is why no one had been able to find or detect it during those initial intensive searches, including search dogs. The remains were likely dislodged by a wild animal and brought to the surface sometime later. An inquest jury would find that Michael, Oros killed Gunther Leishi by shooting him in the upper back at Hatsagola Lake, on or around, August 21st of 1981. A friend of Leishies, who was well-versed in his distinctive building style and

plans, determined that work on his cabin likely ceased on this day. But why? What happened that day? According to Vernon Frolic's book, Descent Into Madness, The Diary of a Killer, there were two main theories about what inspired Gunther Leishi's decision to build his cabin just 100 metres away from the one that Michael Oros had made his home base. One theory was that Leishi respected Oroes and his notorious reputation. After all, the German did keep that photo of Oroes taped to the wall of his half-built capped. cabin, along with other photos of his friends. Perhaps he thought Oros could have used the company.

The other theory is related to the fact that many thought Leishy was just as dangerous as Oroes, but without the obvious mental health issues. And in such a cutthroat environment in the wilderness, with no roads and no signs of civilization within about 70 kilometers, survival could be considered a zero-sum game with no room for trust or friendship. Perhaps Leishy wanted to take over the territory for himself and planned to kill Oroos if and when he objected to the cabin being built so close. We'll never really know.

As for Michael Oroz, there were clues to be found in his own dated diary entries from the time. They revealed that when Leishi and his building materials were dropped off at Hutsugola Lake that summer to build his cabin, Oroes wasn't actually there. He had ventured south to spend the warmer months roaming the bush near the Chesley River, his old haunt. Perhaps Lishi knew this. But as he got underway building his new cabin in the first few weeks of August, Oroes wrote in his diary that he was slowly making his way back to Hatsugola Lake. It appears that he hadn't been overly successful at sourcing enough food to sustain himself, which was likely related to his deteriorating mental health. In mid-August, Oroz wrote that he was about a week away from

returning to Hutsagola Lake when he saw a float plane land on another lake he happened to be camping at. There was no evidence that the men on this plane even knew who Chesley Free Mike was, but Oroes decided they were on the team of the Straits, sent there to poison him and the wildlife with chemicals. He wrote that he thought about killing the men, but decided to just leave and make haste back to Hutsagola, convinced that the area would soon be flooded with poisonous drugs anyway. Oroes was exhausted, hungry, and dizzy. That night, he wrote that he flew into a rage and killed one of his dogs for being disobedient. Then he changed his mind and wrote that the chemicals had turned him into an instrument of death,

the straits or the sneak-arounds. It was their fault that his dog was now dead. The next diary entry is just one word, repeated over several pages. Two days after that, when Oroes was camping for the night next to yet another lake not far from Hutsagola, he wrote, Zankudo Lake and Home Cabin tomorrow. The date of that diary entry is August 20, 1981. The following day, August 21,

is when Oroes likely arrived at his home base cabin to find Gunther Leishi building his own cabin there. It's also the very same day that the inquest jury determined that Oroes killed Leashy and work on his half-built cabin ceased. When the RCMP found Michael Oros's diaries in his toboggan after the Teslin Lake incident, they searched for any entries on or around that date. Oroos wrote about everything else.

He surely would have written something about what happened when he arrived back at Hutsagola, but all those pages around the date of August 21 had been ripped out. Michael Oroes had been incredibly upset after the first time that the RCMP found his stash of diaries. They weren't just diaries to him. They were his personal documentation of all the things he believed was being done to him. Those diaries covered more than 10 years of his life, and he planned to get them published one day so that everyone would know about it, according to the book Descent Into Madness.

The fact that Oros ripped out those pages that likely chronicled the day of Gunta Lishi's death indicates he was acutely aware that his diaries would likely be found yet again. People like to say that Michael Oros was obsessed with the original Mad Trapper, you know, the one from Rat River. But the Vancouver Sun reported that no evidence of this has ever been found and the stories remain unconfirmed. Michael's mother, Margaret Oros, showed about as much interest in her son's death

as she did his life. The press reported that she continued to refuse to speak about him and the only new information to be released publicly was that she'd instructed a funeral home to cremate Michael's body and hold the ashes until further notice. It said that she never collected or sent for them. Margaret Oroz passed away in 2007. On the first anniversary of Constable Mike Boudai's death at Teslin Lake,

Constable Gary Rogers was among a group that returned to the spot where it took place. They built a can or monument to Mike's memory, featuring a large stone and a plaque. I asked Gary how the Teslin Lake incident impacted his life. He not only lost his team member and close friend that day, but he was also the one who shot and killed the man they were responding to. It's not just the fact of being involved in a shooting. Having to kill another human being under those circumstances never bothered me one iota, it was me or him, and that was completely justified.

There was an inquest held, and the jury ruled that was completely self-defense, and I was given the highest award in the RCMP, a commissioner's accommodation for my quick reaction in ending an incident. So that end of it has always been fine. And thankfully, I was always confident that I didn't do something to screw this up and cause Mike's death. I know that I didn't. There's nothing I could have done. And he would know that too.

But losing one of your best friends and your teammates, oh, it's just terrible grief. My wife says that I exhibited ticked off all the boxes for PTSD for a long time with it. You see, in 1985, PTSD was a lot of it. wasn't really a thing, right? The symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder often include flashbacks, nightmares, severe anxiety and uncontrollable thoughts about the traumatic event. It was first proposed as a diagnosis in 1980, but it didn't hit the wider public consciousness until many years later.

So I self-medicated with alcohol. But a commanding officer had his eye on Gary. through the system he said, let's just monitor that young member. So I was going for regular psychiatric assessments, just to call them tuneups, and just to make sure that I was on the straight and arrow. And I appreciated it. You've got lots of support from friends. And, you know, the grief, after a while, time goes by and it goes on.

And I've been okay. And I've been in a number of other high-profile cases and some very violent stuff as well and seemed to have handled that all right. As for Constable Mike Boudai, there is a low notation on Google Maps that simply says Michael Boudai Memorial. It marks that area where the final shootout happened on Teslin Lake at the Narrows. His loved ones rallied for years to have the area turned into a Class A park. That didn't happen, but in 2015, a park in Terrace, BC, was named the Constable. Michael Joseph Boudai Municipal Park to commemorate the 30th anniversary of his death.

The park features a large wooden monument with a white sign that has Mike's story and his RCMP portrait with Trooper. And at Regina Saskatchewan, where new members do their training, a memorial plaque to commemorate Constable Boudai was installed on a park bench. He is a real character. Oh, geez. Larger in life, much. Much larger. Big loss. He was so well liked and respected that it was a tremendous tragedy to so many people when he was killed. It's just like, no, of all people, couldn't have happened to him. And it... Although it's been almost 40 years since the Teslin Lake incident, the Boudai family has never forgotten the immense weight of the loss of Mike Boudai.

Well, we were in great shock, but do you know what? We lost both of our parents about 16, 17 years ago. And all three of us, my sister Janet, my older brother, Frank, and I all agreed that this is tough, but it wasn't anywhere near Mike's. There was just too much shock and people. I know there was another Mountie that became a Mountie, and he said it was Mike who inspired him. I hope people will remember him for his courage. They said he had no fear in him, really. It might seem as though we've come to the end of the story. story of the Teslin Lake incident, but there have been many mysteries and strange coincidences

surrounding both the events of that day and the years after it. The main mystery is that no one has ever been able to explain why Michael Orris's rifle misfired as he pulled the trigger a second time aiming it at Constable Gary Rogers. But there is a theory. As a way of dealing with the tragedy, Gary Rogers eventually decided to write a book about it from his perspective. But by that time, the definitive book on the case had already been published. Descent Into Madness, The Diary of a Killer by Vernon Frolic, details Michael Orris's own journey leading up to the Teslin Lake incident. The author was a Crown Prosecutor from Terrace, B.C., and had inside access to both the

investigation files and the investigation. themselves, as well as more than 10 years of Michael Orris' diaries. So Gary Rogers had to find a new angle for his own book called No Witnesses to Nothing. Multiple sources tell me that not only is there more than meets the eye, but it's of significant importance to the RCMP, as well as the indigenous peoples in the area. So whatever happened that day, you'll find that there's many, many people feel that there was some sort of paranormal intervention. I'm inviolent about it.

I know that there's something happened that day that can't be explained. My experience of this so-called OBE is out-of-body experience. It's very common. In fact, if I didn't react that way under the circumstances, there'd probably been something wrong with me. So that's explainable. That's no problem. But what stopped that round?

I don't know. This is where it starts to get into the First Nations story, which, for one thing, the legend from the Klingit people in the north was that Oris was the manifestation of a mythical creature they called a Kushaka or Kushika, who's the wild man of the woods. You might recall in part one, we mentioned the inland clinket, a subgroup of the Klinget people of Alaska, who once migrated to northwestern British Columbia and southern Yukon, the future stomping ground of the notorious Chesley Free Mike. And as the story goes, they were just as annoyed by

him as anyone else, perhaps even more so. Like many indigenous cultures, the clinket have ancient traditions and folklore that includes mythological creatures that inspire fear and dread, often born out of a practical need to keep the group together and stop people from wandering off. One of those mythical creatures is the Kushikar, sometimes referred to as Alaska's other Bigfoot, a creature of the wilderness. As legend has it, Kushikar are shapeshifters that inhabit the wilderness

and commonly take the form of half man and half otter. They're said to have frightening supernatural abilities that they use to lure people to the forest and steal their souls. Here's where Michael Oros comes in. So they said Horace is the manifestation. He is the Kushikha.

He's possessed by the Kushikhaqa. Now also, the Nairos that Lake is a large island. And it's called Big Island, but on the maps you'll find it called Shaman Island. And the history is that a very powerful shaman by the name of Cash Clow, the Dydin was buried on a strategic point at the north end of that island. That's a historical fact. And the legend is nobody goes on that island and disturbs the spirit of cash clow. So what does that have to do with Michael Oros? Well, Big Island or Shaman Island is the very same island that he chose to sleep on the night before the Teslin Lake incident.

And because a powerful shaman is buried on that island, the clinket people consider it to be a sacred spot. I have to note that unlike the Kastaka, the shamans were actually real people, believed to possess extraordinary powers, supernatural powers that included the ability to heal the body and spirit, and see into the future. But regardless of powers, there is actually a real person buried on that island. Back in the 1980s, the Vancouver Sun reported that the monument to mark that burial site was still visible from the air. Now, although the clinket people reportedly no longer have shamans,

they remain an important and revered figure in the mythology. The shaman was believed to be powerful enough to go head to. ahead with the Kushterkar. Well, what happened the night before on March 18th to 19th, when Orris was making his run from the cabin and hit it south, he camped overnight on that island right at the point where Kashkar's grave is. I have no idea whether he would have known what he was getting into. It's just a strategic and defensive spot. That's why the shaman's buried there, and that's why Orris camp there. Orris camp right on the grave of the shaman, and then made his way off the next

morning. So as the legend goes, the local clinket in the Teslin Lake area had come to believe that Michael Oros was a manifestation of the Kostaka. And when he chose to sleep on a sacred burial site that night, he awakened the spirit of the shaman. People, nobody is to touch that island at the pain of death, if you do. That's their legend, that's their teaching. That's Ed Hill, a central figure in the next part of this story. And when Mike Oros camped on that island overnight before he was shot and killed by Gary Rogers, the Klingate people knew ahead of time.

They said he'll die. He's touched that island. And the next day, when he left that island, he was killed. It's believed that after Michael Oros killed Constable Mike Boudai, the shaman spirit stepped in as he was preparing to fire his rifle the second time. It's the shaman that caused the rifle to misfire and why constable Gary Rogers was able to get his own shot in and prevent a mass tragedy. So you can take out of that what you want, whether or not the kushita kha exists or whether the shaman spirit was involved, whether there was

something that involved stopping the bullet for me. It makes for great folklore, but it did happen. It's also believed that this Clinket folklore might have had something to do with the strange story of what happened on the 10th anniversary. The story of the memorial painting is yet another mysterious series of events related to the Teslin Lake incident. Here's Gary again. Ten years later, on the anniversary of March 19, 1995, a group of us, including a very close friend of mine, Staff Sergeant Hid Hill, and an indigenous painter by the name of Roy Henry Vickers who were along with us. And we went back to the spot to get the vision for a memorial painting

and also to start to raise the seed money for an addiction recovery center. I'm going to defer to Ed Hill on this to expand on what happened that day on the Tesson Lake when they got the vision. It was a magical time we went through, and it was a healing event too for all of us. And this story has been passed around. It stayed. Ed Hill has always had a keen interest in art and painting. since high school and is today a professional working artist based on the west coast of British

Columbia. But back in the early 1980s, he was Staff Sergeant Ed Hill, and he was actually the boss of a young constable named Gary Rogers. I was RCP for 34 years. I joined in 1968. Partway through my career, I worked in a place called Bella Bella, 300 miles north of Vancouver on an island in the Pacific. And there I got to know the indigenous culture. Balabella Detachment is on Campbell Island, in the territory of the Helsic First Nation. And during their time there,

both Ed Hill and Gary Rogers developed a keen interest in appreciation for indigenous culture and traditions. They also became good friends and kept in contact after they moved to other detachments in British Columbia. Gary ended up at Terrace detachment with Mike Boudai, and Ed was posted to Tafino. When I was stationed in Tafino, British Columbia, again on the West Coast, I met the indigenous artist Roy Henry Vickers. And long story short, our friendship developed such that he taught me his painting techniques.

As such, I started painting and he reproduced. So that's Ed Hill's backstory. The other central figure in this part of the story is, of course, Roy Henry Vickers, the renowned indigenous artist and recognized community leader. His website also describes him as a tireless spokesperson for recovery from addictions and abuse, who had a dream to see the opening of an addiction recovery center that would treat a range of addictions holistically, because at the time, there were no such centers in Canada.

After Constable Mike Boudai was killed at Teslin Lake in 1985, Ed Hill had an idea, and he pitched it to Roy Henry Vickers as a collaboration to raise money. And that is the start of a fascinating and eerie story of how a friendship between a noted indigenous artist and his RCMP staff sergeant student led to the creation of the memorial painting. I knew Mike, I'd consumed a few pop with them over the years.

It hit me very hard, and I said that someday I'd like to do a painting in his honor. So it was 10 years later in 1995, and the RCMP, a couple of other people. The group included noted clinket elder Matthew Tom, who was the great grandson of that shaman buried on Big Island, according to the province. Gary Rogers also brought a friend of his along from Terrace who happened to be the local Catholic priest, Ecclectic group. Before the two artists could start the memorial painting, they had to find the right image of vision, the perfect scenecape that captured the spirit of the Teslin Lake incident woven with clinket symbolism.

The process started with a clinket tradition where Roy Henry Vickers placed tobacco, in front of the shaman's grave. He would tell a journalist from the province, quote, almost as soon as we got here, I could begin to feel the whole story come alive. It was magical. We weren't able to get a hold of Roy Henry Vickers,

but Ed Hill is often asked to tell this story at various public events. He tells me it typically takes about 45 minutes, so this is the really short version. Oh, trying to find was the one who opened water and the island. I walked up to him and I looked at... Later that day, Gary Rogers took both artists to the exact place where Mike Boudai had been positioned with his dog Trooper. The place where exactly 10 years earlier to the day, he was shot dead by Michael Oros.

It was only then that Roy Henry Vickers and Ed Hill realized that the scenescape they'd already chosen, with no knowledge of what took place and where, had a very special significance. The finished painting is called Sheep Standing By Himself, by Roy Henry Vickers and Ed Hill. It's a scenecape of the Narrows, the part of Teslin Lake where the incident took place, with Big Island at the back, and it's full of symbolism, including the trumpeter swans, the eagle. If you look closely, there's a silhouette. of the shaman lying at peace on Big Island. The artists, together with the RCMP, decided to sell the painting

along with 300 limited edition prints of it to raise money to get the addiction recovery center going. All of the prints sold out and raised the first $100,000 for the Recovery Center. The Center is alive and well with probably 40 men in recovery. up at Logan Lake British. So that brings us back to Gary Rogers and the angle he decided to take with the book he ended up writing

called No Witnesses to Nothing. I wrote that for therapy. I had to do it myself to get it out. I narrowed it down to spirituality and the science behind the soul. This is always something I've been very interested in it. I'm not conventionally religious.

I'm actually a practicing Stoic and a student of First Nations. and mythology. So I took the story of the Tezan Lake incident and what if the Kostaka was true? I suppose that is true. What would have happened? How this would have gone? And then I took chamanism and ran with that. And then there's a very high profile case of two drug informants being murdered that have never been solved. It's always been felt that it was an inside job from the RC&P members that did it. Oh, and the huge drug importation case of the Tevino-13. So I wrapped all three of those together and managed to pull together a cohesive story.

Roger's book, based on the Teslin Lake incident, is called No Witnesses to Nothing, described as a police procedural novel based on a true crime story straight out of CSI or The X-Files, where many believe that paranormal intervention occurred. It's just one of many books he's written based on true crime stories. He's in a whole new career now as an international best-selling crime writer and film content producer, and he also bled. frequently, most notably at his website, DyingWords.net. Roy Henry Vickers still has his gallery in Tifino. You can find him online at Roy Henry Vickers.com. Ed Hill is based in Gibson's on the Sunshine Coast of British Columbia, where he continues to paint scenes from the area, with a story to go with each painting.

You can find him at Ed Hillart.com. Thanks for listening and special thanks to Gary Rogers, who's been a real pleasure to deal with and extremely generous with his time and help. After I first reached out to him and he sussed me out, he put me in contact with Bob Boudai, Mike's brother, as well as Ed Hill. Special thanks to them both for taking the time to speak with me. I really enjoyed our interviews, and Gary and I ended up chatting for about an hour afterwards about all kinds of things, cases he's worked on, his opinions and insights on other

cases, and much more. Luckily, I kept the recording going and I'll be putting our conversation up for premium feed listeners. Gary remains a prolific writer and you can find all about what he's up to on his blog, dying words.net. The voice of Michael Orris's diary entries was fellow podcaster Craig Baird of the Canadian History EHX podcast. You should definitely check it out. Follow Canadian True Crime on Facebook and Instagram to see clippings, photos and more from this case. And for the full list of resources and anything else you want to know,

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