I can’t tell you which show, but I can tell you legally that I was on for 3 full seasons before I left a reality show based in Alaska. I was basically run off by Bigfoot, and, of course, a break-up.
While I will be sharing just a few incidents’ here, I will say that it was my break-up that really ended my life in the wilds of Alaska, and yes, Bigfoot did play a part, however.
Here is what happened, and part of the reason I left…, period.
Reality? Do you want reality?
It was, as I stated, not the complete fault of Bigfoot of why I left. Personally, after 10+ years of living off the land in Alaska, I was simply tired, and my partner was not helping.
But, you want the scary stuff, and trust me, I have some here for you. As a matter of fact, this Bigfoot thing actually tried to turn the handle of our cabin one night, and I thought I was going to have to prove to the world they existed, with a dead one.
I will share with you a couple or so of the most interesting and frightening experiences, and how it all started.
First, however, I will not be giving your community permission to contact me in any way, shape, or form, contracts are contracts and I cannot breach them, period.
So, if you want to believe me great, if not, I don’t care. All I want to do here Dave is share with you what I experienced. Oh, and yes, this is a thank you for being such a huge fan of ours.
Here you go.
Do you have to go?
I was in Alaska and lived there with my boyfriend for just over 10 years. I moved there from the lower 48 when I met him by chance on a vacation to that wild and beautiful part of the country.
I had always wanted to visit Alaska, and then, when I did, I fell in love with the state, it’s beauty, and a man, and all in the same week, seriously.
The next 9 or almost 11 years at least would be wonderful, except for a few things like a flood, bears, and Bigfoot.
Nothing happened for the first year, nothing. My boyfriend did, of course, tell me that they existed (Bigfoot that is), that he had seen some once, two of them actually, on the opposite side of the river our property butted up against.
They did not notice him, and he said he just left the scene. Apparently, it is not good to look at them.
That was the only thing I shrugged off, however. Being from California you heard the stories, but being from southern California, well, you think those people up north are a little out of sorts. Sorry, but it’s true, it’s what we think sometimes.
It was not until near the end of September of my second year up there that I had seen my first Bigfoot. I did not even get the build up to it like some do, I got a straight up visual on my first go-around.
My boyfriend was off on a hunt. He went on foot with two of the 14 dogs we have for a few nights of hunting. I was used to it by then, and no, I never really had a fear of the dark or the woods, or the dark woods together, well, not until now.
Besides, he was one mountain and valley away.
I was inside doing some canning when I heard the dogs, they were making no sounds at all. They are always doing something, and them being quiet for so long meant something was up.
While most dogs raised in more populated areas raise a ruckus when something bad or strange is afoot, these huskies would quiet down to a soft growl, or just get quiet and stare in the direction of whatever.
Of course, it was not quite dark yet, and taking a peek up over the window ledge I noticed they were all looking out across the river pretty intently.
I got my warm clothes back on and stepped outside to hear some of them with that exact low growl.
They were looking out past the river I could tell. Their eyes were fixed just a few degrees west of where we stood.
I looked over there, but at first saw nothing. I decided that, well, if it were on this side of the river and perhaps a bear, wolf, wolverine, or whatever, I might as well scare it off.
I grabbed the 30-06 and headed back out and made my way cautiously down to the river. It took my eyes a few seconds or so to adjust, but after a few seconds or so I noticed movement from the west just up river a bit.
It looked like a couple of bears at first, two of them on all fours drinking from the river. That was fine by me since they were across the fast moving river, well, that was until they stood up, literally, on two legs.
Okay, so maybe I was wrong, maybe two people were just drinking out of the river and saw the movement as I did from across the river.
What was odd though I noticed almost instantly, was the size of the one closer to me. Tall, massively built, and when they walked down the river towards me, I could tell it was a she.
The smaller one was a young one, about my height, and I am only 5’5. It looked at least close to my height at least.
But as they suddenly stopped and looked at me, the younger one moved fast behind the taller one and they moved down river parallel to me.
They were covered in dark brown hair, not really fur, but they were still across the river and it was getting dark, so at the time I could not be too sure of it.
But I was positive they had no clothes on, just hair covered bodies except around the middle part of their faces. I could see breasts on the large one, and she must have been at least 7-8-feet tall, at least.
She stared at me, then let out a huge, almost growl-bark thing I could hear plainly. She was not happy with me I could tell.
They walked off into the forest behind them in their funny fashion and were gone. I would not see one again for nearly 3 years, but I could hear them after that.
As a matter of fact, my boyfriend said he heard them at night often, every few weeks or few months for sure. I was a little thrown off by that, but like he said; “you sleep so hard a train running through the living room would not wake you up.”
It was true though, it probably wouldn’t, at the time. Today, however, I don’t sleep as lightly.
That same night actually, I could hear what sounded like a scream off in the distant as I called it a night on the front porch and started heading in.
Later that winter I heard what sounded like the same Bigfoot creature screaming from across the river several more times. And, as the years went on, I could hear them at night and my boyfriend would say that it was her, Lassy he called her.
He did warn me that there were a few others, males out and around this part of the Yukon River, and it was best to let them alone, don’t even look at them if I could help it.
Too late I remember thinking at that moment.
About 3 years past until I would have another encounter. This time, however, I got the lead into it, so I was not shocked because the incident happened, only shocked by the encounter itself.
It was a week before Christmas and all through the mountain range nothing was stirring, well, of course, the dogs were and some much-needed caribou from time to time were passing through.
My boyfriend decided to go and get some hunting done, but only for two nights this time, he knew where the caribou was, and knew he could bag two within that time frame and get back.
Two to three nights before he left, however, I have to tell you, I started hearing some pretty strange things outside at night, that is what led up to the next encounter I suppose.
I kept hearing the dogs growling, that same low growl I mentioned before, for two nights in a row by the time he left.
I also heard, at least I swear I did, chattering, or talking of sorts, coming from the backside of the cabin. I gave it up to an animal of some kind, maybe a bear.
Some think bears hibernate all winter, which is not entirely true. Sometimes they wake up, go and feed, and go back to sleep again, and that is not all that rare just so you know.
But, that is what I thought it was and, I was wrong.
The dogs were, once again, starting that low growl as I sat outside on the porch watching the river flow by, and the sun drop below the horizon.
Behind our property is forest, just forest for hundreds of miles or more. Directly behind us, about a mile is a large mountain and some foothills that form the east and west sides of it.
I heard chatter again, and then, a growl that was no more than possibly 75-feet away from me at the most.
I stood up immediately and leaned over the rail of the porch and peered around the side of the cabin, and back towards the forest. I could see nothing, but the growling continued.
I was freaked out to tell you the truth, and from that night on I would become afraid of what is in the dark, for good.
I decided to head inside and tried to tell the dogs to get inside their kennels, but, you know dogs when something is afoot, and in this case, literally.
I grabbed another cup of tea when all of a sudden I watched as a huge massive (this time male) Bigfoot walked between the cabin and the dogs.
It turned its head as it walked passed right at me, and seemed to have made a grunt or huff or something at me as it passed by.
Talk about the scariest face I had ever seen. Not ape-ish exactly, and not really human either, it was its own thing if you ask me. The hair seemed to cover most of the face, however, much like the female I had seen years earlier.
After it passed, about 30 seconds or so later there was a loud slap on the cabin wall. All of a sudden, I realized this thing might be interested in me, or the cabin.
Was it just curious? Interested? Or, was it hungry in the middle of winter? That last thought had me chilled to the bone I remember, and I also remember grabbing the rifles and keeping them close by.
Another few moments or so passed when all of a sudden, the kitchen window went dark, darker than the winter sky outside.
That thing, the Bigfoot was back and was now standing there just off the porch. This thing tall-tall, like 10 feet tall almost to be head height to my window from down there.
It was not so many years ago that a flood took out the property and the home too. Once we rebuilt, we built it off the ground, that way we had a better chance next time, because eventually, there will be another one.
That made this window at least 8 feet off the ground itself, and there it was, massive shoulders and all taking up the whole view outside, and standing eyelevel to me, and staring at me.
It screamed something awful, and it felt like everything including my own hands and body started vibrating and shaking from it.
That is when the dogs went into a protective mode I believe.
Kush, he was one of the two lead dogs we had at the time. Somehow, someway had broken free and ran at the creature.
For a large, probably 900-pound animal, that thing was faster and agiler than a 17-year-old gymnast!
I turned off the lights inside and ran to the window as this thing swiped at Kush. It missed, but barely.
The next swipe was not a swipe, and it was not a miss either, unfortunately. This Bigfoot literally grabbed Kush as he tried to bite its leg, then, literally, with its two hands, it tore his head clean off.
I screamed in horror.
I am not sure the Bigfoot would have bothered the dogs, they had not until that point. But, Kush was coming to the rescue, and the Bigfoot felt threatened I believe.
Either way, however, I screamed, and I was ticked off to no end.
I grabbed the gun, the shotgun, pumped it and went out the door. It was gone, I could here it crashing off into the woods to the east, however.
I fired a shot into the air just in case.
I kept the gun in my hand as I used the other to carry Kushs’ remains to a box on the side of the house for the night.
I got back inside, locked everything up, and cried myself to sleep.
When my boyfriend made it back, he believed me, but he was also extremely upset. He got that way sometimes, and, well, his mouth could get rather bad, one of the reasons I left eventually, I could not take it anymore.
He did not blame me, but because he had told me “not to look at them” before, I felt as though he was.
Kush was a great lead dog. I have another dog today, living down here, his name is Little Kush.
Kumbaya my butt.
As I said, I left because my boyfriend and I were simply not getting along anymore. That last year we really tried to work things out but, to no avail. One of us, almost every day would try to one-up each other with our expectations..
That was what was killing us, expectations, and the fact that I was now hitting the big 56 and starting to slow down a bit.
Life in the wild takes a lot of work, and I was simply not able to keep up. Although I am in great shape for a gal my age, I was getting tired, and the constant falling behind in my work, well, it was causing a lot of impatience with my partner.
The last straw happened when he would head off on a 3 day Moose hunt, and I would become the target of Bigfoot.
I don’t know why they harassed me when I was alone, and why they never came in close when he was around.
We could both hear them in the distance from time to time, and conversations about them would get us laughing again here and there. But, a seriousness always existed towards the end of those conversations, and I was always reminded not to look at them.
I never told him I did that first time or the last time. I did not want to end up in a shouting match again.
He left that morning. He took 8 dogs this time, and enough food to last three days.
I was left to get some smoking done with some meat we had just acquired, and feed the dogs, and chop more wood. In between I would pray for no night visitors and some time to think about when I would be leaving this place.
Sad, that was how I felt all that first day, just real sad and heartbroken.
Evening came and I had the chores done. The dogs were fine, and a light snow began to fall.
I was just settling down with some tea when all heck broke loose, screaming from every side of the cabin could be heard, and they were close to the cabin for sure.
The dogs were growling again, and the screams would come and go. Eventually, like my boyfriend said;
“Don’t let them know you are afraid but don’t look at them directly. Shoot high, but don’t shoot at them, and whatever you do, don’t shoot one.”
The screams finally died down, but, just for safety reasons, I let one loose off the front porch. The shot rang out and echoed through the mountains.
Nothing was heard the rest of that night.
The next day I was out getting wood early. I would haul it over near the cabin, chop it, and stack it. I was grabbing some from the pile when I noticed some very large tracks, footprints that is.
Apparently, one of them came in close, about 25 feet from the side of the cabin.
The prints were all of 18-inches, I know, I measured them. It must have been the big one I had seen before.
I never felt on the menu with them after talking with my boyfriend. But I was aware they were not the kumbaya forest friends either. Wild animals are wild, not matter how intelligent we may want to believe they are.
This thing was upset with me, I could feel it.
The long day came to a close and I started up some dinner for myself and fed the dogs a mix of salmon, high-end dog chow, and hot water I boiled the fish in.
I was finishing up the last bowl when the dogs started growling again and looking due east down the river.
It was standing there, watching me. It was about 10-feet tall, I could tell that now. It was covered in hair, and its face was just as scary as the last time I had seen him through the window.
All of a sudden I remembered what my boyfriend told me, not to look at them.
All of a sudden this thing started walking right at me. With the strides it was taking, it would reach me in a few more seconds. I dropped the last bowl and ran for the cabin.
I shut the door behind me, grabbed the shotgun, and peeked out the kitchen window. It was now heading back towards the river.
While it was not a smart move, I ran out, and with the shotgun in hand, tipped the dogs bowl back up, filled it, and walked back to the cabin. Why? Well, I wanted to make sure the dogs were okay, and try to get them fed and in their boxes.
The smoker would be fine, the wood was in. Anything else I forgot to do could just as well wait til’ he got home, I was done with all this.
Tired, cold, and now I was being harassed by a Bigfoot, or a few of them, and apparently, my boyfriend thinks it is all my fault.
Either way, I was done with this life here.
I finally calmed down after being approached by a massive legend of the woods. I grabbed some more tea, stoked the fire, and headed off to bed.
It was after midnight at least, if I remember correctly the time, but I heard the front door, someone was knocking on it, or, well, hitting it. Was he home early? I hoped so.
I walked downstairs and saw that large figure again out the kitchen window. My heart almost stopped.
I decided I had enough and yelled at it.
The next thing I knew, it growled a low, deep growl and then I heard what sounded like a slap on the front door. There were two of them, and one was trying to get in!
It kept slapping the door, not hard, but I noticed that it kept hitting it here and there. It really was trying to get in! I also noticed that the bigger one, if it was the bigger one was now closer to the window.
I did the only thing I could do, I ran upstairs immediately and opened the window, aimed into the night sky, and fired off two shots.
I heard them run off, and boy was it heavy.
At that point, they started screaming back and forth, and all night long until the sun came up, well, as much as it would that time of year.
I was tired, cold, hungry, and frightened, no, actually, I was scared for my life was more like it.
I finally passed out and did not wake until my boyfriend came through the door and I raised my gun at him immediately by the way…
I’m going back to Cali, to Cali, to Cali…
I am at home today in California, and out of the so-called spotlight. I never thought living in seclusion would be so crowded. Ha!
I am still very aware of my surroundings when out and about in the woods of California, or anywhere for that matter. I do not think the Bigfoot that night were acting in a typical fashion, I think I triggered everything with the first look at the momma with her young.
But, that is my personal belief. If you think about it as I have, apparently they had been around for a long time according to my boyfriend, and it was not until I looked at them that things started getting crazy.
And, just so you know, while that was part of the issue, that was only one small reason I left there.
Bigfoot is real. They do exist. And if you ever see one, make sure you look away from it when you do as quickly as possible, or else you could end up with some serious problems, and fast.
And thank you, Dave, for keeping my anonymity.
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