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Eagle River, Anchorage, 1990
I don't belong to any UFO group or anything like that but this actually happened to me. I've told a few trusted friends about it but never bothered to write it down. I'll try to relate it as accurately as memory allows. In 1990, while I was working as a paramedic in Anchorage, we got called out on an alarm for a man having a heart attack at the state jail in Eagle River. He was a native man in his 70's and after I got him stabilized with IV's, O2 and cardiac drugs, my partner and I began to transport him to the Native Hospital in Anchorage.
In route to the hospital, I had time to talk to this gentleman who was a Aleut from the native village
of Port Graham, a remote village on the lower end of Cook Inlet. Well, as usual with me, the topic
eventually drifted to hunting and fishing and I casually mentioned to him that I and two other hunting
buddies where once weathered in at the upper lagoon of Dogfish Bay, only a few miles from his home in
This old Aleut and I were talking about the same thing but we never used the word Bigfoot or legend
or anything like that. But we both knew what we were talking about. You see, in Aug. of 1973, three
of us were bowhunting for goats and blackies in what was then the remote wilderness of lower Cook
Inlet, when a storm forced us to take shelter in Dogfish Bay Lagoon. We beached our skiff and let
the tide run her dry. After a dinner of broiled salmon we turned in to our tent. Back in those days,
the best tent I had was a dark green canvas job with a center pole and no windows or floor. We left
the fire burning and cleaned the pots and pans so as not to attract bears during the night and
turned in. The sky was clear but the wind was howling through the old growth timber that lined
We were scared s---less, I tell you. The next day and night the storm continued to blow. We saw several black bears on the salmon stream at the head of the lagoon during the evening hunt but had no chance for a shot. We didn't talk about what had happened last night. Too embarrassed I guess, to be scared by a black bear that sounded like a man. We got back to camp early, built a big fire, sat around it, and ate dinner until around midnight.
In August, there is still some light in the sky until about 10 or 11. I recall that we all were embarrassed about being afraid about the coming night. We had a flashlight and the rifle in the tent between us, locked and loaded. I finally dosed off but woke right up when Dennis squeezed my leg. The illuminated hands of my watch showed it was 2:30. Joe was already sitting up and had the rifle in hand. I heard the first step, not more than about 10 feet from the back of the tent. Slowly. Then another and another. What ever this was, it sounded like it was walking on two feet. It made the same semi-circle around the tent. When we finally got enough courage to crawled out of the tent and turn the flashlight on, we saw nothing. No tracks, nothing. The third night we decided if it bothered us again, we would come out of the tent shooting. We were actually scared. It never came back the third night and the following day we had a break in the weather and got the heck out of there.
Never told anybody about the experience for several years until about 1979 when I happened to be reading
an old Alaska Sportsman Magazine published in 1935.
The year was 1905. She quoted from the letter. It said that the cannery employed
a small group of Aleuts from a small village in Portlock Bay during salmon
season. Their camp was about a mile from the cannery buildings. One day
all the Aleuts moved out of the village and paddled their bidarkas back
to Port Graham. The letter said that the Aleuts claimed that a "hairy
man" was "bothering" and frightening them to the point
where they had to leave.
These accounts mostly take place during the first half of the 1900's and are mostly native related. But
not all I talked to one white guy who in 1968 got the bejebbers scared out of him while
coming down an alder choked gully while on a goat hunt in Portlock, AK. Most of these accounts
came 'before' the Bigfoot hype that began to appear in the 60's and 70's in the Northwest and N. California.
Source: Keith Foster