In the 1980s, lifelong outdoorsmen Spencer and Max returned to a remote, reverse-Z-shaped muskeg swamp line near the boundary of Denali National Park, ten years after discovering an abandoned camp layout and enduring anomalous mimicry whistles and gibberish vocalizations in their youth. Operating a high-speed Honda 250R three-wheeler, Spencer hopped off the rear rack to escape exhaust fumes, walking the spongy moss edge while Max opened the throttle down a 3-mile valley trail. Left alone in the skeletal autumn brush, Spencer developed severe heebie-jeebies and observed a massive black shadow traversing the upper edge of an adjacent 60-foot-tall ridge slope at impossible speed. Rushing ahead out of concern for Max, who had suddenly killed his engine, Spencer heard three rapid 12-gauge shotgun blasts echo down the valley.
Reaching a sharp trail corner, he found a frantic Max attempting to kick-start a flooded engine. Max revealed that a colossal sub-audible growl had traveled directly through his chest cavity over the roar of the motor, prompting him to fire warning rounds at a giant figure that instantly squatted flat to a quarter of its size to maintain a lock-eyes stance. Suddenly, the pitch-black entity emerged at the bottom of the brush slope just 50 yards out, systematically tracking closer by 10 feet each time it peeked over the 6-foot alders. Spencer drew a .44 revolver and fired two rapid shots into the thicket, causing the creature to violently fracture and crash through the black spruce line.
Retreating down the trail, the men discovered a small black spruce tree had been freshly ripped out of the ground by its roots and jammed completely upside-down into a mud welling. Reaching their transport truck, a heavy physical impact thudded directly off the gravel parking pad. Suddenly, a giant 11-foot-tall slender humanoid with 8-inch-long orangish-brown hair and a neckless flat-nosed facial profile rose fully from the immediate 30-yard brush line to stare down at them. As Max frantically revved his truck engine to load the ramp, Spencer hit the vehicle kill-switch; horrifically, the entity immediately vocalized a perfect, deep mechanical imitation of the engine's last sputtering blurps before they successfully drove away.
