Oct 7

Port Chathams Bigfoot Story

I want to thank Harry M. for finding this story.

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“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 Port Graham. The lagoon was about as beautiful and wild a place as I ever seen in my 35 years in Alaska. Well, when I said that I had spent some time in Dog Fish, this old man sat up on the gurney and grabbed me by the front of my shirt. He got right up to my face and said,. “Did it bother you?” Well, with that question the hair just stood up on the back of my head. I said “Yes!” “Did you see it?” was his next question. I said “No. ..Did you see it?” He said “No!…but my brother seen it! It chased him!”

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 the shore. Sometime around 2 AM, my friend Dennis woke me up by squeezing my leg. I could dimly see his face in the tent. His finger was across his lips. I listened. Then I heard it. A step. A man was quietly walking outside or our tent, taking very deliberate steps. Not a bear! Scenes from the movie Deliverance flashed through my mind. We woke Joe, the third member of our party with the same leg grab and finger to the lips. The walking, or rather sneaking continued until it half circled our tent and then all was quiet, except for the wind. We had our bows and the ’06 leaning against a tree outside of the tent so somehow we talked Joe into belly crawling out the tent to get the rifle. 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. In the Letters to the Editor, a woman wrote that she recently found a letter written by some distant relative of hers who was a schoolteacher at the cannery in Portlock Bay, a rugged fjord adjacent to Dog Fish Bay. 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. I have since done some research into the subject and found written histories of natives from Seldovia to Port Graham being frightened and “bothered” by something. They even have a native name for it. It doesn’t translate into English very well.

These accounts mostly take place during the first half of the 1900’s and are 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 precede the Bigfoot hype that began to appear in the 60’s and 70’s in the Northwest. Well anyway, that’s my story… and I’m sticking to it! — Ed”

 

Source: http://www.alaskaadventurejournal.com/bigfoot.htm

11 Responses to “Port Chathams Bigfoot Story”

  1. Sid N

    See August 7, 2015, Texas Cryptid Hunter online which offers a lot more information about events leading up to the 1949 abandonment of Portlock, Ak. There were many deaths attributed to the Hairyman.

    • Kevin K

      Check out the new show on Destination America….it called “Missing in Alaska” Episode 2 “Hunted by the Hairy Man”….

      I live 10 miles from where the motorist went missing in 1987.

      Anyways, the show goes into detail about the abandoned village of Portlock, AK. There is aerial drone coverage of the town in addition to ground recon and some Intel from a local called “Moses”..

      Interesting show…..it’s why we go HEAVILY armed into the forest up here….

      Best

  2. Sid N

    In researching more online, I found a newspaper article from Homer Tribune by Naomi Klouda in regard to former residents of Port Chatham/Portlock, and a drawing showing the village in Native Village Youth and Education News, December, 2009, Vol. 1. Thanks Kevin K. I did see that show. I had been trying to remember a show where a guide accompanied a group to see the remains of the village and it was clear he did not want to be there! It’s almost taboo to the locals!

  3. Scott P

    Fan effing tastic !!!!! These are the best tales. Before all the hype. How can anyone argue with true history ??? Oh yeah, that’s right. It was a bear….. Assholes…

  4. David D

    Scary story! Being in the remote wooded areas can be scary enough, let alone something walking outside of your canvas tent. Stay safe out there boy’s and girl’s!

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