These shares involve cabins and cabin projects—remote log places, inherited structures, and getaways where something outside, at the walls, or in the dark around the building will not leave people alone.
Common threads are fixed shelters, nights under siege, repairs interrupted, and families or work crews who expected quiet bush time. Browse these shares if you want cabin-centered harassment, not only trail sightings.
Four years after the terrifying standoff in the Tongass National Forest, Thomas traveled deep into the remote Copper River Valley to help his friend build a cabin on a Native allotment plot. The peaceful construction project took a dark turn when Thomas discovered his friend had been casually dumping food scraps behind the tree line, inadvertently feeding and habituating a local Hairy Man. Thomas immediately warned him about the extreme danger of creating dependency, but the warning came too late.
Inspired by legendary wilderness survivalists, Jacob set out to hand-build a remote homestead cabin near Lake Clark, north of Iliamna. What began as a peaceful five-year plan slowly unraveled over three seasons. In year three, the subtle harassment escalated into a targeted siege. After returning from a hike to find fresh, massive footprints heading directly down the trail toward his campsite, Jacob found his canvas tent smashed and his partially constructed log cabin violently twisted off its foundation.
A veteran 92-year-old trapper recounts a terrifying ordeal from the twilight of his trapping career in 1984, northeast of Bethel in the remote Yukon-Kuskokwim Delta. Relying on an isolated backup cabin he typically avoided due to eerie sounds in the distance, his trapping season began smoothly—until he discovered his newly set wolverine traps repeatedly sprung and empty, reeking of a potent, musty ammonia odor.
This share is an encounter experienced by a couple, Tom and Mary, while setting up their commercial set-net fish camp in Bristol Bay. Being the first to arrive for the season, they were alone on the remote beach when they began hearing strange, moose-like calls and noticing dark figures darting between the massive rocks along the shoreline. Their curiosity quickly turned into terror when they realized they were being actively stalked by at least three entities—one standing over ten feet tall, a smaller scraggly creature, and a massive black shape maneuvering along the bluff above them.
Former cabin builder Jeff shares his story about encountering The Hairy Man while building a remote cabin for a wealthy client. He experienced this encounter with an assistant named Art, a native gentleman from up north who had a previous encounter of his own with The Hairy Man.
This encounter shared by former Alaskan Don is one of the saddest I've recounted so far on this channel, especially for dog lovers. This story also supports the case that The Hairy Man is no friend of ours, and as recounted in stories all over, they have a real disdain for man's best friend.
This encounter involved a trio on the Yentna River at the end of caribou hunting season in 2019 while trout fishing.
A terrifying encounter for Monica and her two kids in a remote lodge in the Wood-Tikchik State Park.
I share an encounter from my cousin Nicholai and a few other relatives that happened on the Nuyakuk River.
I recount a story from Brandon, a winter caretaker for a remote fishing lodge in the Bristol Bay area. As these encounters often do, Brandon's easy winter job was ruined and he no longer comes to Alaska.
I share an encounter I had with a hunting guide and his client who was looking to bag a Hairy Man after an experience he had years prior. Spoiler alert: he changed his mind.
This is a brief experience I had in early Summer of 1994 on Huckleberry Island in Lake Aleknagik.
I share an encounter from mid-winter of 1982 by Johnathan, who was trapping with his brother James near Lake Illiamna, Alaska's largest lake. Johnathan nor his brother ever returned to the area.
