Alaska Veterinarian Discovers Bigfoot Infant Left on Cabin Porch

Posted Monday, June 22, 2026

By Squatchable.com staff

There's a story floating around YouTube right now that stopped me in my tracks, and I think every researcher and enthusiast out there needs to hear about it. It comes from the channel Bigfoot Records, and it's told by someone whose background gives it a weight that's hard to ignore. The narrator is a wildlife veterinarian with 22 years of field experience, working out of a converted Forest Service patrol cabin deep in the Tongas National Forest in southeast Alaska. Fourteen miles from the nearest maintained road, completely isolated, the kind of place where if something happens, it's just you and whatever showed up. On the morning of November 3rd, 2012, at 5:47 AM with the temperature sitting at 23°F, this person opened their door and found something that would change the next twelve years of their life. A Bigfoot infant. Wrapped in cedar bark. Placed deliberately at the far corner of the porch. What makes this account different from so many others is the level of professional observation that went into it. This isn't someone panicking or grabbing a shaky camera. This is a trained wildlife medical professional who immediately went into assessment mode, the same systematic approach they'd bring to any compromised animal in crisis. They examined the infant, noted developmental indicators, estimated age at around five to seven weeks, weight around twelve pounds, hair coverage nearly complete in a warm reddish-brown shade. But here's where the story shifts from remarkable to something almost sacred. The narrator makes a distinction that I think is crucial. This wasn't abandonment. The word itself is wrong. A mother doesn't strip cedar bark, layer it with knowledge of its insulating properties, secure it against wind without restricting breathing, and then carry her child fourteen miles through wilderness to place them on a specific porch. That's not someone giving up. That's someone making the most devastating calculation a parent can make, that their child's only chance lies with someone else. The placement itself tells a story. Not at the door where immediate discovery would be guaranteed, but at the far edge of the porch, in the spot where someone would only notice after they'd fully woken, stepped out, let their eyes adjust. The mother wanted whoever found her daughter to be fully present for the moment. Even in that, there was care. The infant's reaction is what really got me. She didn't wake into terror. She woke into what the narrator describes as expectant trust, the specific look of a young creature that had been prepared for this transfer, that had been told in whatever way a mother can tell a child that what comes next would be safe. The narrator has spent twelve years trying to describe those eyes, and they say it was simultaneously the most animal and the most intelligent gaze they'd ever encountered. For anyone familiar with the long history of Sasquatch reports coming out of the Pacific Northwest and Alaska, this kind of detailed firsthand encounter from a credentialed witness is exactly the type of account that deserves serious attention. The Tongas region, with its dense coastal forests and rugged terrain, has long been considered prime habitat, and stories of maternal behavior, of deliberate placement, of cedar bark usage, echo themes that have surfaced in other Indigenous and witness accounts across Sasquatch research. The use of natural materials for insulation and protection is something that comes up repeatedly in older reports from trappers and loggers throughout the region. The narrator cancelled their extraction flight within four hours of finding the infant. They called their pilot, postponed the pickup, and stayed. They don't explain everything that happened after that in this telling, but the fact that they chose to remain, to honor whatever trust had been placed in them, says more than any detail could. This is one of those stories that sits with you. It's not a blurry photo or a distant howl in the woods. It's a specific, observed, professionally documented encounter told by someone with every reason to stay silent and twelve years of deliberation before deciding to speak. If you haven't watched it yet, do yourself a favor and go find it. It's the kind of account that reminds you why this subject matters, and why the people we're trying to understand might be far more aware of us than we've ever been willing to admit.