"I was hunting alone as usual in the Ghost. It was a Thursday and had snowed the night before.

I was on the west side of the valley on a cutline. For those who know the area, it's the first line you can go up from the valley floor and leads to a horse camp. It is also the access route for the ice climbers, as there is a pretty big falls to scale up on the rock.

As I putzed around just below the treeline, I came across a set of tracks in the new snow that I could not, and to this day CANNOT explain.

Essentially, each track was the length of both my boots toe to heel. The spacing equaled 1.5-1.75 of my paces. There were highly distinct inner arches in the tracks indicating a left and then right foot placement. There was NO indication of claw marks beyond the tips of the 5 toes.

With the safety off, and heart pounding, I followed this trail for about 225 yards before it petered off on the rocks above the trees that the sun was now pounding on.

I lost the trail, and was kindda happy and sad at the same time.

This was an accessable yet remotish area. There were no tire tracks in the snow, and zero indication of recent human activity.

The trail led over a varied terrain of rocks, logs, busting bush and crossing deadfalls. Not once did the trail break the left/right pattern, or stride lenth characteristics. Essentially, it looked like a giant human had passed through.

I'm not stupid, I'm not crazy. This is the clearist description I can convey of what I saw. Please take it for what it is. I may only be 35, but I've been in the woods since I've been 3.

I was pretty freaked out by the time I got back to the truck. And it got worse on the drive home. Still haunts me a bit from time to time. I suppose there is just something about cutting a fresh track while hunting that draws out the predator in you. These were not bear tracks...........I've seen 10's of thousands of bear tracks."

Posted on a Alberta hunting forum, - 2008 and quoted from: