Skip to comments.Jacobs Photos - Pennsylvania, 9/16/2007 (New Bigfoot Photos?)
Posted on 10/24/2007 5:35:34 PM PDT by vbmoneyspender
These images were obtained with a Bushnell trail camera in Northwest Pennsylvania on the evening of September 16, 2007 by R. Jacobs.
Jacobs had placed the motion-sensing camera on a tree along a game trail in a remote forest area in order to photograph any deer that might be using the trail. He did this in preparation for the Fall deer hunt. Jacobs was not trying to obtain images of a bigfoot/sasquatch.
The area in the foreground was baited with a deer attractant mix and a mineral lick block. In the first image (the one with the bear cubs) the mineral lick block can be seen sitting on a large black plastic plate. One of the bear cubs is apparently licking or sniffing the mineral block. In the two subsequent images the black plate is turned over and leaning against the mineral block.
Several minutes elapsed between the image of the bear cubs and the images showing the ape-like animal (see the time stamps in the lower right corner of the images).
The second image shows the ape-like animal from a rear-side angle, with its head obscured by its shoulders. In the third image the ape-like animal appears to be smelling the ground near where the deer attractant mix had been scattered.
Various anatomical elements can be seen upon careful examination of the images, including a bare spot in the fur under the arm. More details, data, and related images will be added to this page in coming days.
Various primate experts and bear experts in the US and Canada are currently examing these photos. The ones who have offered initial impressions to the BFRO say the later two images do not show a bear, but rather a primate.
These recent images from Pennsylvania are very significant to bigfoot research. They likely show a young juvenile bigfoot (smaller than ~5 feet tall), as they have been described by eyewitnesses over the years. Young juvenile bigfoots are typically described as quadrupedal (walking on four legs), with the ability to climb trees or run very quickly on all fours (See the New York Baby Footage). They are sometimes seen alternating between a quadrupedal posture and an awkward bipedal posture. Whereas the larger bigfoots (5 feet tall and above) are almost never described as walking or running on all fours.
It was thought for a long time that any legitimate images of an adult bigfoot would likely be dismissed by the public as showing a human in a costume due to the bipedal posture of adult bigfoots, which is so reminiscent of a human posture. In the case of a young juvenile (quadrupedal) bigfoot, by contrast, the scientific debate would not revolve around whether the figure could be a man in a costume. Rather, the debate would revolve around what type of animal it is ... an entirely different debate.
The BFRO has the privilege of informally naming the apelike-figure captured in these photos. It will be refered to as the "Jacobs creature" (like the "Patterson creature").
Formal, scientific, taxonomic classification, usually cannot be derived from photographs alone, but can be tentatively suggested.
These images have been registered with the U.S. Copyright office by the lawyer for R. Jacobs. The images are available to be licensed for re-publishing. To inquire about licensing please send an email to Jacobs_photos@BFRO.net
Over the years we have heard of other decent photographs of these animals, in other parts of the country, which have never been released to the public, for various reasons. So we greatly appreciate the decision of the Jacobs family to release these images to the public. If you are inspired by these images as much as we are, please send an email of thanks, along with your impressions and comments, to the Jacobs family, via their lawyer, by emailing Jacobs_photos@BFRO.net
ManBearPig, sighted once again!
Oh, I bet.
Looks like my mother-in-law going out for a walk in the woods...
Reminds me of the Pig-Man Sienfeld episode. “He’s just an ugly little mental patient!”
I miss WWN.
Was there a full moon that night? Does anyone recall where Mrs Bill Clinton was on 9/16?
Dennis Kucinich grubbing for berries in an eco-friendly manner.
In all seriously, Jet, I think it’s a black bear, probably the cubs’ mommie.
Skinny bear, but I concur.
Maybe its britany and her kids
By Michael Resig, Mena Star staff writer, 2000
I don’t know how many of you heard about it, but evidently we had a Sasquatch/Bigfoot sighting last week in Honobia, Oklahoma. It appears a family living way back in the hills was visited by a couple of 8ft. tall, hairy, man-like creatures who broke into their outside freezer and terrorized the family until the husband supposedly shot one, and the Bigfoots/Feet (Big Feets?) fled into the night.
I see you smiling, Yeah right, you say, still grinning. But who knows what lurks in the darkness of those lonely mountains? Who really knows?
Okay, I admit its more likely that some homegrown pot and a little moonshine were responsible for the appearances of the Bigfoot/Feet, but it still makes for a great tale. It reminds me of a story about the buddy of mine who bought a gorilla suit and a Tina Turner wig and used to scare late night motorists on a road near his house.
Burt was just naturally wrapped a little loose. He watched a documentary on the Bigfoot phenomenon one night and became so intrigued, he chased down every scrap of information he could find on the creatures.
Then he began scouring the hills in Arkansas for signs of a Sasquatch. When eventually he couldn’t find one, he simply decided to become one.
Usually, after about half a bottle of Old Jack, Burt would throw his gorilla suit and his wig in the pickup and drive to a lonely area where the road entered the National Forest. He’d park the truck out of sight, don his costume and wait in the woods by the road for an approaching set of headlights.
When the unsuspecting motorist got fairly close, Burt would lumber out into the middle of the highway and raise his arms menacingly at the lights, then he’d high-tail it into the woods on the other side laughing like a hyena.
He did this for quite some time and had begun to enjoy the reports of Bigfoot sightings that were circulating throughout the area, but all the fun came to an abrupt end one night for old Burt. He swears this story is true. Personally, I’m not sure how much the whisky had to do with it, but this is the tale anyway.
One night, Burt had planted himself and his bottle of Old Jack in the woods and had already raised the blood pressure of several motorists, when he saw the lights of a big pickup headed his way. Little did he know that seated in that truck were a couple of guys who were nearly as Neanderthal as the creature he was imitating.
Frank Flip and his brother Vernon were just returning from an unsuccessful evening of poaching deer in the National Forest. They’d been sharing a jug of moonshine since about 10 p.m., and both were three sheets to the wind.
When old Burt came of the woods, he was pretty well lit himself. He crabbed his way out to the center of the road and raised his hands, pausing a little longer than normal — his liquor-fuddled mind not quite registering how close the approaching truck was.
About the time he decided to get on the move, he stumbled, sprawling out on the shoulder of the road like a truck-struck raccoon. Frank and Vernon were way too drunk (and probably too stupid) to be afraid of the giant hairy creature in the road.
The pickup screeched to a halt and the Flip brothers stumbled out, guns in hand — they hadn’t got a deer that night, but a Bigfoot mounted on the wall would be even better.
Burt scrambled to his feet with the sound of gunshots in the air and turf exploding around him. With a high-pitched scream, he was off and running, undoubtedly setting a Guinness World Book of Records for the fastest 100-yard dash by an imitation sasquatch.
He made it to the woods as bullets thudded into trees around him, his ears filled with the slurred shouts of the Flip brothers, still very much bent on having them a Bigfoot. Burt headed straight into the woods, the Flips close behind. They probably would have caught him, but Vernon, in his unbridled enthusiasm, ran smack-dab into the low hanging limb of a pine tree, knocking himself out. By the time Frank brought him around, Burt was well gone and headed for the deep woods. Old Burt ran until his heart sounded like a blacksmith’s hammer and his breath was coming in locomotive gasps.
Finally, he just flat wore out and collapsed to the ground. Burt said he stayed like that for about 10 minutes — just laying there, trying to catch his breath. It was as still as a graveyard, the only sounds were the ragged breaths he drew. A sliver of a moon had risen above the trees, casting an eerie glow through the forest floor.
Suddenly Burt heard a sound, like a branch being moved... Then he heard another sound... Something was moving in the periphery of the darkness around him. Something big. He could hear the dry leaves crackling underfoot with each slow deliberate step. At first he thought it might be one of the crazies who had tried to shoot him, but he had lost them way back.
Besides, something in his mind told him that wasn’t it. There was a smell in the air — the heavy, musky blend of an animal’s lair — of matted hair and feces, and old earth. Burt had just decided that this was no longer a good place to be and began to rise, when there was a guttural grunt from the darkness, and something reached around him from behind and jerked him to his feet.
Something with huge hairy arms, something that smelled like a badly maintained badger cage. Now you have to bear in mind here that Burt was still dressed as a Sasquatch — complete with gorilla suit and Tina Turner wig. Burt said he managed to turn around and look up just enough to get a glance of a face right out of the X-Files — huge yellow teeth, flared nostrils and a pair of deep-set, haunted eyes that carried the strangest glint...
That was enough for our gorilla boy. He fainted dead away. Burt came-to seconds later, with something licking the back of his neck. The creature still held him tightly — but not painfully — licking the neck of Burt’s gorilla suit and issuing a throaty moan.
At that point, Burt said he was aware of 2 things — one: the creature was a male, and two: it really liked him. Well, being a love toy for an 8 ft. Bigfoot was right up there with the top 10 things Burt never wanted to have happen to him — right next to leprosy, root canals and hemorrhoid surgery. Burt said he was beginning to feel like he was starring in a new version of Deliverance directed by Stephen King.
A final insistent shove from Mr. Bigfoot was all the prompting old Burt needed. Fight or flight adrenaline hit his system in a rush and flight definitely won out. Burt threw his arms up and broke the grip of his lusty new friend and was gone like Black Beauty on bennies, leaving Bigfoot with nothing but a wig in his hand and an ache in his... heart.
At that point, Burt said he was fairly certain he broke his first world record for the 100 yard dash. As he streaked into the darkness of the woods, he could hear the mournful wails of his hairy companion growing fainter in the distance. Well, Burt ran until he was purely exhausted again, but as luck would have it, he had run in the right direction and had come out on the road.
That was the good news. The bad news was he’d emerged less than 75 yards from the Flip brothers, who were just getting into their truck to leave. Frank spotted the goll-derned Bigfoot and the race was on again.
As the Flips came pouring out of the pickup, guns blazing, Burt started screaming incoherently about not being a Bigfoot and ripped the gorilla head off to show them. That would have worked, if he had been dealing with rational people. Vernon took one look at Burt and shouted, “He pulled his goll-derned head off! Shoot the heeaaad! Shoot the heeaaad!”
When a 30.06 round slapped the front of the head, jerking it out of Burt’s hand, he realized negotiation was not going to be an issue. In a blink he was headed back into the woods, unzipping and ripping off the gorilla suit as he stumbled along at breakneck speed (probably another Guinness Book record).
About an hour later, a state highway patrol officer was cruising along when he spotted Burt in nothing but his underwear, waving at him from the side of the road.
Later, the officer was heard to remark that normally when they came across someone naked on the highway, they had to chase them down. This particular guy not only wanted to be caught and taken to the police station, he wanted to be locked in the trunk on the way there.
Needless to say, Burt gave up his late night escapades. The Flip brothers never got a Sasquatch to mount on the wall, and if this story’s true, somewhere out there in those woods is a love-lorn Bigfoot with nothing but a Tina Turner wig and the memory of what might have been.
Aaahh, love can be such a fleeting thing -— or is that fleeing?
Interesting pic. Thanks for posting.
Holy cow! Oklahoma, home of a horney big foot? Who woulda thought........LOL!
I'm sorry, but this is the first thing I thought of!
Ok, we saw an ugly child and I said the kid looked like this picture..... ;^)
That’s from the Bigfoot Forums.
Nice. Obviously *not* a bear in the two mystery photos. The second one (in the Jet Jaguar post) *could* be a coyote, but the first one appears to be some kind of primate.
...we don’t have bears in Oz but I’m thinking if there are two bear cubs wandering around the next thing one would be bound to see is their mother...
I saw these when they first came out. They are just skinny bear cubs. Look at the left hind foot. It has no heel...it’s a bear’s paw.
They are 28 minutes apart.
Post 23 is a shot of bear cubs. I don’t know what the other pictures are of, but it doesn’t look anything like the bear cubs in post 23.
It may not be the same bear cub, but it’s a bear cub. It may have mange.
The bear bones only appear to fit. They puposfully have left out the spine because it hangs off the creature.
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