Joe

Wrangell St. Elias National Park

In the summer of 2017, while I worked at a lodge, located within the Wrangell Saint Elias National Park.

America's Largest National Park. Wrangell-St. Elias is a vast national park that rises from the ocean all the way up to 18,008 ft. At 13.2 million acres, the park is the same size as Yellowstone National Park, Yosemite National Park, and Switzerland combined!

One of the ways I would relax and enjoy the area was I would walk down to the toe of the Root glacier. The Root glacier was a place I would watch rocks and ice slide and fall into the glacier lake. I often stopped and patiently waited for bears that often moved through the area.

Towards the end of the summer, a friend and I decided to take a break and drive my pickup to the toe of the Root glacier. I drove my beat up Toyota and slowly drove down the four wheeler trails, in four wheel drive, low range.

While I was driving I noticed a black animal's head, just over a small hill. I immediately got a very unpleasant headache, and I told my friend, “Bigfoot”. It just popped into my head, and out of my mouth, I don’t know why.

I stopped the truck and shut it off, getting out of the truck and taking care not to slam the doors. My friend and I walked into the glacier scrub brush, where I thought the “bigfoot” or more likely, an injured bear, went into the scrub.

A little voice in the back of my head was screaming at me that this was not a bear. It was a person, and I should use extreme caution. However, my friend seemed not to be concerned. He actually was first to see this “person”. Later, he said it was covered in hair, the traditional bigfoot, arm swing, and was moving very quickly

What I observed was a quick glimpse of a person, who was covered in dark brown hair, and when the person ran, it moved with a speed that was impossibly fast. Nothing can move that fast, especially moving through glacier rock, scrub, and a few downed trees.

I am an avid outdoorsman, some would say to the point of obsession. I have spent many weeks, alone, in some of the most remote areas of Alaska. I have seen “human” footprints in extremely remote areas. Most of the tracks are larger than my size 10 work boots. Some were small as a child, and some that were enormous.

For the brief second that I saw it glance at me, it was obviously shocked to see me, as I was to see a hairy man. The hairy man moved approximately 75 yards instantly, then I saw a quick glimpse of it when it was running and jumping over downed trees, then instantly shot forward into the forest and out of sight.

This was just a very short interaction with a hairy man. Not very exciting, but seeing one in person, and not just footprints, has confirmed they are real to me.

I am fortunate my friend was there and saw this person who also saw the person who was completely covered in hair. This was a person, not an ape, bear, or anything other than a hairyman.

My buddy was very excited and asked me if I had seen it. He told me the bigfoot had the classic long arm, and arm swing.

It actually took me a long time to realize I saw something that isn’t supposed to exist.

In the summer of 2022 I was required to do physical therapy and walk on uneventful surfaces. This was to strengthen my back after I had been in a chair for a year.

I decided to rehab in the wrangell-st. elias national park & preserve because ots beautiful. I'd be in a lot of pain, but I'd have a great view.

I'm walking down the same trail as my buddy and I saw a Sasquatch. I'd walked this trail many times to strengthen my back.

One evening, it doesn't get dark here, I was walking down the trail and I saw a large stump. Knowing trees can't grow so close to a retreating glacier, I stopped and looked at it.

The stump opened its yellow colored eyes, surprisingly the crap out of me. I walked toward it, tripped on brush and looked up and it was gone. No noise at all.

A few days.later I was walking the trail again, and close the same area, I saw a 12.foot Sasquatch that was at least 5 feet across the shoulders. It was jet black, and in the shower. I stood there about 20 seconds trying to figure out what I was looking at. When my brain realized what it was, I raised my right hand and said hello big brother, and I walked off.

I do have.some very minor encounters, but nothing I could say is a Sasquatch

Take care,
Joe

Remote Alaskan Town

At first, the hairy man sighting didn’t change how often I went camping, hunting, and hiking alone, in remote areas of Alaska. But that changed one night while I was camping about 20 miles from a remote small town. Being in remote Alaska, you can camp wherever you want.

During my many trips, out the road, I would follow old logging roads, and across at least two streams, which were full of salmon in the late summer and early fall. Pushing through heavy alders on each side of the truck I would drive the old logging roads which were unmarked, and the roads had to be committed to memory to find your way into and out of the area.

On that fall night, which comes early in Alaska, I was relaxing outside in a chair, reading a book, and watching the firepit. I would use a headlight to read. As darkness quickly covered the area I felt like I was being watched. Being in a heavy bear area, I thought it best to get into the back of my SUV. I would occasionally glance at the fire, but being contained, and being in a temperate rainforest, I wasn’t concerned about forest fires.

As I relaxed in the SUV, getting ready to go to sleep. I heard ravens, cawing, at night. That got my attention. The noise was incredibly loud. The raven sounds eventually faded away, ending in a sound like something mimicking ravens, but messed up at the end of the caw. I didn’t think much of the ravens making noise at night, they often will when there is a predator around, warning the rest of the flock.

Not even a minute after the ravens went quiet, I heard owls calling. The owls, which sounded like two of them, were incredibly loud. They were a ways off, but super loud. The two owls called back and forth to each other, until one made an owl call, which ended sounding like a man was screaming like he was being slowly killed.

Seconds later, the entire side of the mountain, behind the greyling pond, sounded like screams from hell. It was loud, so loud at times it would shake my chest like a subwoofer, and wouldn’t stop, for minutes.

Occasionally, a scream would come from 100 yards from my SUV, on either side. But most sounded like they were on the side of the mountain, behind the graying pond.
There is no way to explain the hellish screams that came from the side of the mountain that night. I stayed, listening, to the calls, and screams, amazed at what I was hearing.

The screams would change and turn into super loud, crazy laughter, not laughter like a person. Loud, baritone, demonic, sounding laughter, intermixed with women laughing, and screaming like they are being tortured. I find it hard to describe.

If I had to guess, I would say forty to fifty creatures would scream, and howl, and then laugh. Once in a while the screams would start suddenly, sounding like a coyote, and ending sounding like an enormous wailing sound. .

When the loudest creature sounded off, all the others would be quiet for a few seconds. Then back to the screaming for minutes on end, then bizarre, almost demonic sounding, LOUD, laughter. The volume of the creature I assumed was the largest was incredible. This creature would start its baritone laugh that would last for at least a minute, with a volume that was like standing in front of a nightclub speaker. The kind that rattle your body.

As strange as it sounds, it almost sounded like they were creatures playing some kind of game.

I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head, and at times laugh with them. It was sooo bizarre to have stumbled onto a bunch of creatures laughing, screaming, and making a lot of noise.

I was concerned about what the creatures were playing with, or doing, to bring screaming and laughing from them. But I tried not to think about it.

Eventually, I decided I’m not getting any sleep staying here. So in the middle of the night, around 12 midnight, I started the SUV up and drove deeper into the forest to a glacier.

This area was about two miles from the greyling pond. I got out of the truck after shutting it off, to listen to the sounds of the night, and relieve myself. I was too far from the greyling pond, with a mountain ridge between me and the pond, to hear the screams. I couldn’t hear anything except the glacier ice, dripping, cracking, and making its normal sounds.

I was tired, and soon I was warm and sleepy in my SUV.

I fell asleep quickly. I don’t know how long it had been, but I heard something falling on top of my SUV. Laying there in the complete darkness, I heard the sound of small rocks bouncing off my roof. I was tired, sleepy, and calm.

I remember the words of a native friend. He said, just ignore them, let them do their thing. So I fell back to sleep. In the morning there was no sign of anything out of the ordinary.

I enjoyed hot coffee, and breakfast, as daylight washed the glacier. Waking up near a glacier in the early morning light is a spiritual experience for me. It is an absolutely beautiful view that I often see alone.

What are the creatures that love to scream and laugh at night? I’ve seen their footprints, and they look close to humans, with a wider heel.

Whatever makes the sounds in the forest and mountains, do not deter me from going out hunting, fishing, berry picking, or hiking.

I still visit the pond, but only in the daytime.