Shares of Sasquatch Encounters in Alaska

After saving up for five years, commercial fishermen Curtis and James, along with their friend Mike, booked a remote drop-camp trip off a feeder river to the Kuskokwim River in the fall of 2025. What was meant to be a relaxing wilderness retreat quickly devolved into an inexplicable, reality-bending nightmare. While investigating strange footprints on a nearby game trail, the men sat down to rest, only to experience a terrifying phenomenon: the middle of the day instantly vanished into twilight.

Seeking a break from the heavy RV tourist traffic, Mike and Christa unloaded their e-bikes for a quiet ride up a steep, rutted ATV trail near Monahan Flats along the Denali Highway. Stopping at a high ridge to admire the westward view, the couple was suddenly struck by an overwhelming, simultaneous sense of dread. As Mike instinctively reached for his borrowed .357 Magnum, he spotted a face peering out of the brush just fifty feet away.

A few years after their harrowing survival at the placer mine, cousins Jacob and Charles took jobs operating skiffs, ferrying caribou hunters along a remote tributary of the Yukon River. While meeting at a secluded floatplane transfer point, Charles pulled his boat to shore only to find Jacob frozen, rifle raised, and signaling for quiet. Peering across a small ravine, they spotted a massive, reddish-brown entity partially obscured in the thick brush.

A routine seasonal job turned into a nightmare for two cousins, Jacob and Charles, working at a small, remote placer mining operation off the Yukon River in the early 1980s. After a series of unexplained acts of sabotage—including massive trees pushed into the trommel—Charles was assigned to stand guard on an elevated scaffolding platform an hour before the nightly shutdown. The shift started ominously when Charles was nearly buried by a sloughing outhouse pit, and the eerie feeling of being watched quickly intensified into a suffocating dread.

In this episode, Fred shares a terrifying account from a retired bush pilot named Doug. Around thirty-five years ago, Doug was flying a married couple over the Rampart Mountains near Bear Creek in a Piper Cub when they spotted what looked like a dead bear resting near a ridge. After landing the plane on the tundra, the couple insisted on hiking up to photograph the carcass, despite an overwhelming, foul odor in the air that smelled like rotted meat and skunk.

In this terrifying episode, a routine family berry-picking trip into the Alaskan interior turns into a desperate escape. Siblings Gabe and Rhonda were visiting a childhood spot with their extended family when Gabe, exhausted and hungover, dozed off while on bear watch. He was jolted awake by a massive, horse-like exhale directly behind him. Startled, he turned to face the treeline and locked onto a massive, dark entity moving stealthily through the shadows.

This account details an encounter from a husband and wife team, Doug and Marty, who were traveling toward McCarthy along the Copper River Valley's notorious McCarthy Road. After suffering an electrical failure in their RV, they pulled over for roadside repairs. While the husband worked on the vehicle, the wife prepared a meal inside.