Shots Fired

These shares involve shots fired—firearms discharged in fear, warning, or defense during or after an encounter.

Common threads are armed parties, close pressure, and the decision to shoot into the dark or brush. Browse these shares for gunfire in the middle of the story.

In 1979, two brothers, Derek and James, ventured up the Snake River in Bristol Bay aboard their 32-foot fishing boat for a post-season excursion. On their third morning, anchored in a dense fog bank, they were awakened by an incredibly powerful, sharp 'whoop' vocalization that vibrated the entire vessel. Investigating the shore, they detected a large, dark presence stalking them from the dense grass line.

In the early 2000s, two brothers, Joseph and Monty, spent three weeks restoring a dilapidated trapping cabin in the remote Yukon-Kuskokwim Delta. While elevating the structure and patching the roof, they were subjected to a harrowing acoustic and physical campaign. After the brothers were hit by a series of 'imitation wolf howls' that occurred at a distance and then closed in on their position, they hunkered down inside the windowless shell.

During the early 1980s, Nate and his wife Teresa were homesteading a parcel of land in the Copper River Valley when they began experiencing aggressive, unexplained activity. The phenomena began with the forceful uprooting and inversion of timber stumps and escalated to a direct, violent assault on their livestock, where half of their chicken flock was slaughtered and plucked in a predatory frenzy. While working the land, the couple encountered a massive, ash-gray skinned entity that performed a 'spider-crawl' through the underbrush to ambushing them near their coop.

In 1982, Paul and his son Alec, who was ten years old, were on a hunting and fishing trip when they came across a hairy man.  As Paul navigated Alec and himself down the trail back to the cabin, they were followed.  Once back at the cabin and inside, they were terrorized all night.

Samuel and his son had an experience together encountering a hairy man on the banks of the river while on a skiff. 

Travis shares his experience while repairing a cabin for a client.  The owner would have the cabin repaired frequently, under the assumption it was due to bear activity.  The pilot who picked up Travis after the project knew about the hairy man.

Tyler recounts a terrifying account by his father from 1946 during a mining operation off the then-Fortymile Rd.  The crew was subject to the full gammit of harassment, including the bushmen throwing a head of a caribou with horns ripped off onto their campsite, followed by a hindquarters.

The crew ended up abandoning camp and leaving the operation.

First, I give a quick update on Miss Carol, who lives in the Copper River Valley.  Next, a share from Jeff who had a flat tire off the side of the road in August of 2019 when he found himself having to deal with a hairy man.

Siblings Donnie and Becca were allowed to have a night of camping in a tent with their uncle's permission during a snowy night about ten years ago.  That night, they had an encounter with a hairy man who continued to harass them while they were in the tent.  Thanks to some of the village sled dogs who tracked them down, and then their uncle and some adults, they were safe.

A terrifying share from Kirk.  While he was camping with his wife and young daughter at their cabin, a hairy man terrorized them until they were able to make it back to their skiff. 

A few reports from Paxon Lake and around North Pole, and then Jack shares his story of camping with his wife at his Uppa's cabin near Bristol Bay.

Derrick shares his encounter while camping at Lynx Lake with his dog.  While waiting for his friend to show up, a hairy man terrorized him and his dog in the cabin.  When his friend finally showed up with his pickup truck, he was privy to the experience and quickly helped Derrick and his dog leave the cabin.

Tony shares his experience from six years ago near the Nushagak River while looking for moose hunting spots.  At one point, a scream was so loud and penetrating that his son began to vomit.

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