Shares of Sasquatch Encounters in Alaska

Approximately 3 years prior to 2026, two cousins, Jacob and his relative, embarked on a snowmachine expedition into the Chugach Mountains to collect beetle-kill firewood and set traps for marten and wolverine. While mapping out a clearing, the cousins were intercepted by a 10-foot-tall, dark, hulking entity standing between two trees. The entity’s presence was confirmed by a series of sharp, rhythmic 'whooping' vocalizations that circled their location, forcing the pair to flee.

In the winter of 2006/2007, a pilot named Brian and his partner Casey established a trapping partnership in the Chugach Mountains, flying a Piper Cub to deploy trap-lines for marten and wolverine. While conducting low-level aerial maneuvers to scout an open marshland meadow, Brian spotted a brownish-rusty colored figure standing motionless in the center of the clearing. Circling back for a closer look, the entity bolted into the tree line at extreme speed.

Around 2025, a family group—Walter, Bernice, and their adult son Michael—traveled the Taylor Highway near the Mosquito Fork bridge. Crossing the span, they witnessed three massive figures crossing the road, each possessing a distinct, thick, four-foot-long tail. The entities stood approximately nine feet tall.

In this expansive field exploration of the Knik Glacier valley, Fred and his local guest, Ryan, navigate the treacherous, silt-laden river channels to reach high-altitude crystal harvesting sites. While traversing the open muskeg and willow thickets, the team discovers intense evidence of Sasquatch activity, including localized tree-snapping and heavily marked game trails. Ryan details a harrowing personal encounter where he was systematically stalked for over a mile by an unseen entity that refused to give up its parallel path despite clear wind-scenting.

In the summer of 2019, two retired medical consultants, Candace and Michael, embarked on a 30-foot boat excursion from Seward, Alaska, with friends. Seeking shelter from an incoming coastal storm, they anchored in a protected bay. During the early morning hours, the group was jolted awake by a terrifying, high-pitched air-raid siren-style shriek emanating from the nearby forest. Assuming a hiker or camper was in distress, Michael and the boat owner, Spencer, deployed a small runabout to investigate.

In 1987, a Bristol Bay native named Joseph took two younger cousins from out-of-state to the northern shore of Togiak Lake on a skiff. While the boys cast from a shoreline grassy spit, Joseph stood guard with a shotgun, hearing a crisp, human-like whistle from the brush. Thinking it was a local, he shouted out, receiving no response. Moments later, the intense sensation of surveillance returned; Joseph spotted dark, shifting movement within the tall grass.

In 1984, an avid fisherman named John was driving the McCarthy Road toward a small lake north of McCarthy. While fishing a roadside tributary, John was repeatedly targeted by stones thrown from the dense alder brush—projectiles thrown with such force they shattered against the water's surface. Intrigued and slightly annoyed, John attempted to investigate but encountered only eerie silence.