Yukon Hunter Vanishes Without Trace, Trail Camera Shows Final Days
Posted Saturday, July 18, 2026
By Squatchable.com staff
So I just stumbled across this video on YouTube from the channel Weekly Terror, and honestly, it's the kind of story that makes you sit up and pay attention. It's about a hunter who went missing in the Yukon back country back in 2009, and the trail cam footage from his final days is... well, it's the kind of thing that gives you chills.
The story centers on Anders Holloway, a 51-year-old wildlife biologist and bow hunter who had been working the same stretch of Yukon wilderness for 19 straight seasons. This wasn't some greenhorn tourist. This was a man who knew that country like the back of his hand. He knew the moose by name. He knew where the wind swirled and where it held. He had a system, and that system had never failed him.
On September 15, 2009, he was dropped off by float plane on a gravel bar along Raid Creek, about 90 miles from the nearest road. Four days later, when the plane came back for him, he was gone. His raft was still there, half pulled up on the stones. His camp was intact. His food was hanging untouched in a dry bag from a spruce limb. His bow was leaning against a tree with an arrow still knocked.
Anders Holloway was never recovered whole. Nineteen days later, an RCMP recovery team found his skull, some bone fragments, his boots, and a pair of camouflage trousers that had been turned completely inside out, as if peeled. There was a trace of blood on the collar of his jacket and nowhere else. No drag mark. No blood trail. No sign of a struggle.
The tracking dogs brought in on day three wouldn't work the trail.
Now here's where it gets really interesting. Holloway had a trail camera strapped to a leaning spruce at the mouth of a game trail, aimed down the path he walked every dawn. His younger brother Ree recovered that camera and watched the footage. What was on that memory card is the kind of thing that keeps you up at night.
The first four nights were ordinary. Moose, a black bear, a pine marten, a porcupine, the usual traffic of the Yukon woods. But on the fifth night, something changed. After about 2 AM, the woods went completely silent. Not just quiet, silent. No moose, no marten, no mice tripping the camera. Nothing. As if every animal in that valley had made the same decision at the same hour to be somewhere else.
And then there's the footage of Anders himself. On the fourth morning, he comes into frame at first light, stops dead on the trail about 30 feet from the camera, and crouches down. He looks at something on the ground off to the side of the path for the better part of 10 minutes. Whatever it was, it held his attention long enough that the camera caught him in that crouch across four or five separate exposures. And when he finally stood up, he didn't go on to the wallow. He turned around and went back to camp.
On the sixth day, the last full day the camera ran, Anders appears again. But this time he's walking wrong. Not hurt, not limping, walking wrong the way a man walks when he doesn't want to turn his back on something. He comes down that trail sideways, half turned, his head kept toward the timber behind him, glancing back every few steps. A man who was the calmest person in the woods, crossing his own familiar trail like a man crossing an open street he expects to be shot on.
The pilot who flew Anders in mentioned something else too. On the morning of September 15th, the moose were gone. Not scarce, gone. In six years of flying that valley, he had never once made that run without seeing moose.
This case fits a pattern that former detective David Polyes has been documenting for two decades. He's collected roughly 1,500 cases where trained search dogs brought in fresh simply could not find a scent. Experienced hunters, armed and capable, gone from the ground. Clothing removed and inverted and stacked. Bodies surfacing later in country that had already been searched a dozen times.
He doesn't say what does this. He lays the pattern on the table and lets you look at it.
The Yukon has a long history of Sasquatch reports, and researchers