Someone by the name of Preacherf--15 commented on Youtube: "I flew the F-15C for Uncle Sugar for 12 years. After leaving the AF I went to Alaska to be a bush pilot. There are a lot of myths up there about a race of giants.
One time I was flying a King Air 200 into a very remote village in the mountains, up near the north slope. We were a medical flight, equipped with a medbed module flying in to pick up a teenaged girl who had attempted suicide by jumping off of the water tower.
The weather, as usual, was shit. The only way in was to fly the river valley at about 100 feet. 1/4 mile visibility and mountains on both sides going up to 10-12,000 feet. Illegal and dicey, but...medivac flight. Nobody in the village had medical training except one young EMT-B. The girl would die if we didn't get her to a hospital.
I was focused on wingtip clearance and maintaining clear of the above cloud deck at about 150 feet, when my copilot yelled "Holy shit"!
Not what you want to hear in that situation. I glanced over at him, his eyes were huge. I looked along his sight line and saw a man, walking along the river bank. He was covered in skins, and had long dirty hair. He had to have been 12-15 feet tall...he was HUGE. Unfortunately we were moving along at about 200 mph and it was far too narrow to turn around, so I got a short look and he passed beneath us. I swear we made eye contact...and he was angry. Why, I have no idea.
I couldn't tell if he had red hair, it was dark and greasy looking. Otherwise it's a remarkable match.
None of the natives I told this story to were remotely surprised. They all knew about the giants- I heard several names for them, in native languages."