A share from the Resurrection Trail, mountain biker Jefferey had a brief encounter in 2019 when he saw a sasquatch cross the trail.
A share from a Steven and Dakota who are dealing with ongoing activity not too far from where I live.
Mary shares an experience while gathering water where she thought a bear was outside and sent her grandsons to chase it off. The village decided to come together to run the sasquatch off.
Steven, an avid hunter, joined his pilot friend on a multi-week hunting trip in the Brooks Range.
A share from Judy, now an elder, of an incident that took place in 1996 during a hunting party with five family members.
Tim, a former law enforcement professional, shares an experience from when he came upon two hunters who had their own encounter.
Sam shares his experience while on a bushcraft and hunting camping trip, also experienced with a group of friend who later joined up with him.
Rudolpho, originally from the Philippines, shares his experience while on a moose hunt when he lived in Alaska.
Hunters Derek and Brian had an intense experience about five years ago near Cordova on a trip to check out a new property, where they also tried to do some hunting. They left their camping gear, didn't buy the property, and never returned.
Dusty shared some experiences that took place when he was younger from a remote village.
Some ex-military guys shared an experience from last winter during a caribou hunt.
A recent encounter from Caleb who shares what happened to him while on a moose hunt near Swede Lake.
Two brothers went on a moose hunt and things didn't go as expected. This encounter highlights the inconceivable strength of these creatures when considering the weight of a moose.
A bush pilot shares another experience from remote Alaska west of Illiamna Lake.
An encounter from Jerry who told me his story over lunch while I was in Togiak about how he and two others were chased by a Hairy Man while caribou hunting. Another common consequence of such encounters, which happened to Jerry, is those involved, regardless of how close they were, no longer communicate and drift apart.
In 2005, an elder shared with me around the campfire this incident that took place in the late 1960s around the Kvichak River. As the elders would tell us, don't go in the woods alone, and don't whistle.
Craig and John were on a caribou hunt where they had a terrifying experience.
