#105 KUSKOKWIM RIVER ENCOUNTER

An experienced interior wilderness trapper with twenty years on the Kuskokwim River drainage abruptly terminated his business after a terrifying multi-day encounter loop. While running his 10-mile oval line on a Skidoo Tundra snowmachine, he discovered several traps systematically sprung with zero target catches; strangely, the surrounding snowpack had been meticulously scrubbed with fresh spruce boughs to purposefully erase any track marks. Returning to his cabin tucked inside a narrow box valley at dusk, he felt a severe primal dread and noted a dark presence tracking him from a high ridge shelf, hearing an irregular, deep 'squirrel-bark' cadence echoing from multiple directions. The next evening, while feathering his snowmachine's throttle to warm the Magneto headlight, the pulsating yellow beam illuminated a shadow at his structural clearance line.

While packing five-gallon supply buckets out to his sled, a heavy physical impact rattled the cabin site, which he initially misidentified as snow sloughing off the roof logs. Armed with a 30-caliber rifle, he investigated a 50-yard willow thicket on the ridge slope, where his flashlight beam exposed a mind-boggling tactical maneuver: a massive, reddish-brown humanoid was actively bear-hugging and 'riding down' the flexible upper boughs of a tall spruce tree to secure a silent landing onto the snowpack. Retreating inside, David was reading in front of his 4x6 piecemeal window pane later that night when a massive dark form completely blocked out the external light. Illuminating the glass with his 4-cell Maglite, he made point-blank eye contact with a humanoid that had its massive hands pressed flat against the window pane trying to peer inside.

The entity featured a flat broad nose, wrinkled eye sockets, and thick grizzled hair contouring its face like a fur-hooded parka rough. Upon being illuminated, it bolted up the mountain slopes accompanied by a secondary shadow. David spent the night in a fetal position clutching his gun while the cabin logs were subjected to a brutal 50-minute rhythmic pounding sequence that vibrated the entire structure before discovering a small child-sized trackway flanked by massive adult humanlike foot compressions 13 feet out in the snow at dawn.

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