The thread about planes "buzzing" hunters in the field brought back memories of a hunt I went on in Alaska about 15 years ago. I would like to ask you all your opinion about what happened to me.
It was a solo unguided caribou hunt out of Illiamna. I hired a pilot to fly me in with all my own gear. I don't know exactly where we ended up but we were in his super cub for about an hour when we landed on the top of a ridge. The pilot said we were 125 miles from the nearest road, so whatever I do, stay right here until he picked me up because I would never survive if I tried to walk out. "Yes Sir!"
The next morning I killed a great bull, but my plane wasn't due back for a couple more days. The third night I was fast asleep in my tent and was wakened by the sound of a plane overhead. I could tell it was a prop plane with multiple engines and was low. I had my eyes closed and I could hear it circling. I remember thinking "125 miles from nowhere and I can't get a peacefull nights sleep". By then I'm awake, so I open my eyes. Through the fabric of my nylon tent it looks like the whole tundra is in flames!
I jump up and quickly unzip the door and look out. It's not a fire thank God, but there are huge balls of light hanging in the sky. The whole place is lit up like daylight. I glance at my watch and it's 2 am. So I get dressed and go outside and stand by my tent trying to figure out why the whole world is looking down on me. When one light would burn out another one was dropped and light the place up again. Then finally after about a half hour I could hear the plane leaving. Within minutes the final light was out and it was completely dark and quiet again. Just like nothing happened. With nothing else to do I went back to bed.
Right at first light, I hear a helicoptor comming. I look out the tent and it's landing about 300 yards from me. Now I'm resolved to find out what the heck is going on. I pull on my boots and start walking over to it. I get about 1/2 way there and it lifts up and takes off and is gone.
Later that morning I find a couple parachutes near camp. They look like nylon with about 12 of cord. On the end is a silver canister with white residue. I'm assuming these were the lights I saw. I picked one up and took it back to camp.
When my plane showed up I told the pilot what happened. I don't think he believed me until I showed him the parachute. I told him I wanted to keep it but he refused to take it in his plane. Why I don't know. He said he had no idea what had happened that night. He hadn't heard of any plane crashes in the area.
This was kind of a long read I know, but do any of you have any kind of explination as to what this may have been?