During a winter backcountry snowmachining excursion, a group of four friends staged out of Trappers Creek to boondock through fresh, deep powder fields. Navigating individual routes using personal GPS trackers, George paused his 700 RMK snowmachine on a segment of packed ground to safely fill his engine with a spare gas can. While refueling, he noted an immense dark form executing high-speed maneuvers through a thick tree line several hundred yards back. Intrigued by how rapidly the entity moved across four feet of powder snow, George fired up his tuned exhaust pipe and looped back to investigate the shoreline timber canopy, shutting down his kill-switch to break the noise.
Instantly, an immense vocal shriek blasted from the thicket, and George spotted what he initially mistook for a massive person wearing a black snowsuit with a grey-and-caramel colored fur mask rimming their eyes. Attempting to approach to ensure he wasn't trespassing, the hidden creature stood upright from its knees and fled deeper into the brush. George rallied a companion back to the location, but their skepticism evaporated when the 6-to-7-foot-tall entity suddenly bolted completely out of the timber and stopped in the middle of the deep powder. The riders retreated to their transport trucks to secure a handgun, returning 20 minutes later to attempt to film the target.
As they idled along the muskeg swamp boundary, a terrifying physical cascade erupted as three massive black spruce trees were sequentially snapped and 'plopped' down cleanly across the trail path right in front of them ('plop plop plop'). Stranded 100 yards out, a final chest-vibrating scream rippled through their bodies, forcing them to abandon all cell phone recording attempts and rapidly flee the drainage.
