About 25 years ago, a fly fisherman named Daniel paid to be dropped off by a guide service on the first big bend of the Tikchik River. Armed with a .480 Ruger revolver, he fished for hours before sitting down by the riverbank willows for a snack. As the autumn wind rippled the leaves, he suddenly spotted a massive, towering dark shadow lurking just inside the brush. Thinking it was a grizzly bear, Daniel drew his hand cannon and fired a warning shot into the willows, only to be met with an eerie, low, humming vocalization.
Trembling and feeling an overwhelming sense of being watched, Daniel retreated down the cut bank, only to spot a pitch-black, humanoid figure standing dead still on the riverbank. Terrified, he began backtracking down the river, but the massive creature paralleled his movements, violently thrashing through the willows like a freight train. Panicking, Daniel fired his last remaining round into the brush. The thrashing stopped just out of sight until a heavy gust of wind parted the willows, revealing the head and massive chest of a 10-foot-tall hairy man staring at him from just 25 yards away.
Just as Daniel prepared for the worst, the guide's skiff finally rounded the bend. Hearing the boat approach, Daniel began screaming at the creature to leave him alone. As the skiff pulled up, another fisherman jumped onto the bank, caught a glimpse of the retreating creature, and immediately panicked, screaming that he had seen a Bigfoot. Not wanting to ruin his 10-day trip with ridicule, Daniel played dumb and kept his mouth shut, happily letting the other fisherman take the teasing for the rest of the expedition.
