Throwing Objects

Approximately 20 years ago, a couple named Margaret and Kyle were foraging for wild berries along a remote muskeg slough near the Alphabet Mountains, south of the Denali Highway. While separated by 100 feet to maximize coverage, Margaret heard a deep, guttural grunt; assuming it was her husband, she called out until she caught sight of a massive, dark movement through the alder brush that did not correspond to her husband's location.

For the first part of the video, I shot some footage of the Little Susitna River, part of Knik River by Jim Creek where Craig had gravel thrown at him, and a bridge over the Matanuska River.

Two shares, the first a retired fish and game biologist that had an experience ten years ago off the Mulchatna river while gathering data on salmon with three others, where they realized what they at first thought was a person exiting the freezing cold river was a Sasquatch they estimated to be over 10'.  They later met up with a group of observers who didn't believe them at first, but did later after they had an encounter, topped off with screams.  When both groups tried to relay their experiences to a fish and game trooper, they fell on deaf ears.

Chad, a cyclist who'd over the years travel to Alaska for a long-distance cycling event, became a recipient of typical Alaskan Sasquatch behavior while setting up a camp to take a break during his trip a few miles north of Trapper Creek.

Four years ago, Craig, with his wife and daughter, were four-wheeling and looking for moose trails at Jim Creek when they encountered what they first thought was a bear. Once Craig saw it was a Sasquatch after it threw a handful of gravel at him, they quickly left. Craig was ridiculed by those to whom he told of the encounter.

Jesse shared his encounter from May of 2022 that took place at the Granite Creek Campground on the Kenai Peninsula. Like so many who experience these encounters, his love for camping is completely ruined.

John, a long-time trapper, had to cut short his trapping season once he realized what was stealing from his traps. As he decided to hunker down at his remote cabin until his resupply plane came through, he was surrounded by three Sasquatches attempting to intimidate him. They failed and John instead went on offense.

Alaskan park hosts leave their jobs after encountering a Hairy Man 20 years ago.  HERE IS THE VIDEO I mentioned of the dentist Keithie6 who recorded the Sasquatch screaming and throwing objects next to him while he was looking for metal.

While taking advantage of the perpetual daylight of an Alaskan summer, Fred and two cousins took a skiff up the McClung River—a small tidal tributary of the Wood River near Dillingham—to fish for early king salmon. After beaching the boat in a narrow, high-banked stretch of the river to reminisce and mourn the recent passing of a friend, they killed the outboard motor and began silently drifting back down the current.

In the winter of 1970, Thomas traveled to Kaltag along the Yukon River to help his recently widowed niece with house repairs. Hyper-vigilant from his past terrifying encounters, Thomas spent his afternoons scouting the nearby valleys on a snowmachine. His worst fears were realized when he spotted a Hairy Man sprinting up a mountain and disappearing into a cave. For weeks, he desperately tried to keep his niece’s two young children close to the house, but his refusal to explain exactly what was out in the woods caused a bitter rift between them.

Stranded and broke on Prince of Wales Island after being denied logging work in 1961, Thomas and his two friends set up a survival camp in the towering old-growth timber of the Tongass National Forest. Their desperation deepened when a massive arm reached from behind a tree, ripped down the rope holding their freshly hunted black-tailed deer, and vanished into the 200-foot canopy above. Upon returning from a day-labor job the next evening, they found a towering entity rummaging through their camp before it effortlessly scrambled up a massive Douglas fir.

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.

Trekking out on snowmachines after the first fresh snowfall west of Nondalton, Jerry and three hunting buddies spotted a small caribou herd being circled by a pack of wolves in the valley below. While watching the predator-prey standoff, an ear-splitting, unnatural scream erupted from the tree line, instantly scattering the panicked wolves. As a large bull caribou attempted to run back to the safety of the herd, a massive, dark arm swung out from the brush and violently backhanded the animal across the ribs.

While searching the woods just north of Willow along the Susitna River, a property owner followed a game trail across the shallows, hoping to find any trace of his senior dog that had gone missing a week prior. Hearing movement in a dense patch of alders about 30 yards away, he stepped closer, only to be met with a deep, unnatural, guttural growl. As he cautiously backed away toward the riverbank, something massive began hurling debris from the thicket. To his absolute horror, a severed piece of his missing dog's leg was thrown from the brush, landing directly at his feet.

Back in the late 1980s, a land surveyor was hired to plot a large private subdivision in the dense wilderness just west of the Parks Highway, north of Talkeetna. Working alone with an old-school transit scope, his first morning on the job turned bizarre when he spotted a towering, neckless humanoid silhouette pacing behind the willows.