On the fourth day of a grueling Dall sheep hunt in the Brooks Range, big game guide Glenn and his client finally secured a perfect shot on a massive full-curl ram. Unfortunately, the animal's death throes sent it tumbling over the edge of the trail and deep into a craggy draw. Exhausted and losing daylight, they decided to wait until morning to recover the carcass. That night, their camp was serenaded by a bizarre, multi-octave howling that sounded entirely unnatural.
The next morning, they awoke to find someone—or something—had violently scooped the grease and leftovers out of their 16-inch frying pan with massive fingers. Pushing their unease aside, they hiked back over the ridge to retrieve their ram. Instead of their kill, they found only a blood trail leading nowhere and a massive, human-like face peering at them from the rocks 400 yards away. Retreating to camp empty-handed, Glenn went to investigate a cluster of freshly broken alders near their tent. Hidden beneath the tattered branches lay the drawn and quartered remains of their ram—completely drained of its gut pile and missing its head—accompanied by massive, 21.5-inch footprints pressed deep into the tundra.
