Last winter, George and three friends parked their trucks at Trappers Creek to spend the day backcountry snowmachining, tracking each other via GPS while carving lines through untouched powder. While stopped on hard-packed snow to refuel his 700cc two-stroke, George spotted distant dark movement shifting quickly through deep snow along the tree line. Circling back to investigate, he hit the kill switch on his screaming motor, only to be startled by a loud scream echoing from behind him. Whipping around, he spotted what appeared to be a massive figure in an all-black snowsuit, its caramel-and-gray face framed tightly like a cinched parka hood. Thinking he had stumbled onto private property, George swung around to apologize, but as he neared the trees, the massive figure rose from its knees to its full height and ran off.
Spooked, George found one of his riding partners and convinced him to follow him back to the spot to see the disturbed snow. As George fired up his machine to leave, his friend suddenly raced past him in sheer panic, looping around and frantically pointing for George to go. Looking fifty yards ahead, George saw the towering creature run out into snow at least four feet deep, sinking only just past its knees. Both riders gunned their throttles, racing back to regroup with the rest of their party.
Retrieving a pistol from the trucks, George and his shaken friend rode hard for twenty minutes back to the spot, hoping to document the creature with a cell phone camera. Finding only disturbed snow and no clear tracks, they looped along the tree line, and on the way back, trees about a hundred yards ahead of them began toppling over one after another. Swinging wide to avoid them, they spotted the entity standing at the edge of the muskeg in a challenging stance. Before George could get his phone out, the creature unleashed a scream so powerful they felt it ripple through them from a hundred yards away, and both snowmachiners fired up their engines and got out of there.
