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"Less than a mile" would be 5,279 feet or less. That means that it was not AT the Jacobs photo site. Also, you have still not provided the name of that eyewitness sighting, the date of that sighting, what as actually seen (one bigfoot? ten bigfoot? juvenile bigfoot? old bigfoot? one-legged bigfoot? mangy bigfoot? white bigfoot? blue bigfoot? etc), or any other information about the alleged eyewitness sighting that supports your passionate insistence that the Jacobs creature is a juvenile sasquatch. I'm looking for the eyewitness report that you claim exists that makes the Jacobs creature a juvenile sasquatch. Aha!!! Finally, thank you for typing those words! So, your position is that reported sasquatch sightings in the area supports your belief that the Jacobs creature is a juvenile sasquatch, correct? Ever see the Jerry Springer Show? Hell, ever watch CNN? Again, you are equating the general area ("less than a mile") with "the same place on the map" regarding an unrecorded report that is unspecified within a few excerpts recorded at a local Town Hall meeting, and then saying that since "sasquatches are around there", the Jacobs creature is a juvenile sasquatch, even though it looks more like a long legged, skinny black bear sow with cubs that are clearly depicted on precisely the previous pic of the same camera 30-35 minutes before. Even if you were to somehow get me to relent in frustration and declare from the rooftops that, "YES! YES! The Huntster now believes that the Jacobs creature is a juvenile sasquatch!!!"..........what have you gained? Does that magically make the creature what you declare it to be? Will Science, as an industry, drop their universe-saving studies on the mating habits of echidnas and descent upon Pennsylvania and sift the forests "within a mile" of the photo site for a now adult bigfoot (that is now hopefully better fed and more robust)? Sorry. I still believe that the Jacobs creature is a skinny, long legged sow black bear that I hope has fattened up over the years.

Your words: https://bigfootforums.com/topic/83140-the-jacobs-photos/?do=findComment&comment=1123852 That was posted after I pointed out that you had previously posted that there had been a sasquatch eyewitness sighting "at that exact same location", and there is no such report. In fact, on that same exact camera, minutes before the creature pic was taken, there was a bear cub picture taken. I didn't say that you're a liar. But I will say that you've become bothersome. I don't like being clearly called a liar. Please don't do that again. I'm posting your words, and the words of others, in quotes and with links. If you don't like how your words look, like I wrote, you might want to take a break, cool down, and be more careful with your words. I don't have a bear theory. I have a "likely bear" opinion. And I won't be brow beaten to declare it a juvenile sasquatch by anybody. You can believe whatever you wish. So can I. Thirty minutes is.........wait for it........."minutes". It's less than "hours", and more than 'seconds". I've been baiting bears in Alaska since (I believe it was) 1986 (maybe '85......or '84.......). I couldn't possibly remember how many different locations I've baited in Alaska, but it's definitely dozens. I've posted pics of one of my bait stations on this forum in the past. I've observed both brown bears (grizzlies) and black bears at these stations, often for hours at a time, and sometimes even for days at a time. I've seen bears take naps near the bait for hours, and sometimes even for "minutes".........even "30-35" before going back into camera range. I've had bears (and other animals) at my bait station and had my camera fail to record it. I've gotten pics of moose, wolverines, foxes, grizzlies, black bears, ravens, magpies, and wolves at my bait (never gotten a pic of a sasquatch of any age). I've been trapped in a tree overnight because a grizzly was acting predatory towards me, and at that time, grizzlies were not legal to take over bait. I've watched bears show up near the bait, then refuse to approach it and get snapped on camera. I'm pretty sure I've got a fairly full experience of bear behavior at baiting sites. And I still say that the photo subject is likely a young sow black bear. Could it be a juvenile sasquatch? I doubt it. Could ut be a chimp? I think it would more likely be a juvenile sasquatch than a chimp.

Very well said. I have been looking at these pics for years , all the while "knowing" it was a bear. Now, I'm kinda blown away that I would believe it to be a chimp, however, that's where the evidence has taken me.

Your supposed sources are 100% BFRO, and there are no other reliable, credible sources of data for that area. I've repeatedly reviewed your references and failed to find the things you've described because they weren't there. There was not an eyewitness at the Jacobs photo site. Period. You have no published name of that person, no third person reporting such, and no published description of that sighting by the eyewitness. You've even gone as far as to write that a mile away should be good enough, and without citing the source or description of the sighting a mile away. You've been caught using extremely poor descriptions of the situation. I think you've clearly made things up in your mind, or are being purposely deceptive in your writing in order to bolster your poor claims.

I thought it had already been declared a hoax.

I always assumed a hoax.

Yeah but the details may get into "TMI". Well .. here goes .. Back somewhere around 2006-2007 I decided to move my hunting activities to a new area to avoid old family "politics" which were getting ugly. I'd puttered around up on a nearby mountain off and on for about 10 years and chose it as my new "spot." I'd had a few weird twitchy uncomfortable vibes off and on but more or less ignored them. The new spot was around the mountain a mile or two and a few hundred feet higher than where that was mostly happening. Never gave it much thought. One day I was walking along and I smelled what I identified as dog crap. I was sure I'd stepped in it so I leaned up against the sawed off end of a small log intruding into the old skid road I was walking up, picked up a small stick, lifted my foot to scrape the "poo" off and .. there was none. So I switched feet. Still none. I don't recall if this was the 2nd year I'd been up there or if I'd made multiple trips already that year, but I had a deja vu memory of having already done that same thing in that same spot in response to the same smell and also not finding "poo" on my foot. A big pause / reflect moment. I went on up the hill. Nothing happened. That event stuck in the back of my mind as odd though. The "road" (skid trail) had a long straight stretch, climbing, then a sharp bend. That smell was 20-30 feet short of the bend. The bend started sharp then continued as a long curve uphill before bending back a little, then another long stretch up the hill. Long .. 150 yards, give or take. The lower "long" straight stretch might have been 200 yards. The bend was around a sort of valley, incredibly steep, steep broken small rock with mud, "ocean spray" bushes, rushes / reeds, a little bit of willow, but too wet for firs. The bends above and below were at ridgelines where the soil was dry .. deep fir duff. The next change occurred when I started smelling that same smell by a snag by the "road" at the upper bed just above the little "valley". Oddly enough, it only occurred in mid-late afternoon, never in the morning. When it happened, I could take 2 steps forewards or backwards and be in or out of the smell so the source was right on top of me though I could never identify it. The very odd thing was it happened equally whether the wind was blowing uphill or downhill across the road suggesting the source was not stationary. That went on for a couple years. About the same time, from the curve below the lower straight part down to the flat where my truck was parked, I'd get the inexplicable heebie jeebies. Scared spitless for no visible reason. Seemed to be above me to the right as I came downhill. It only happened if I came out a couple hours before dark. Earlier in the day or after dark, no problem. Imagine being a mouse out in the middle of someone's floor. You can feel the cat poised to pounce but you don't know where it is coming from. Dread and terror of impending death and dismemberment .. and no idea of what is triggering it. Don't know where to run. It was **bad**. I contacted a prominent bigfoot researcher and got some advice. Unfortunately I was not able to bring all of the pieces together to act on it. Kind of a side story though. Finally I lost my temper. I have one. I also have a stubborn streak. Once triggered, I am both the irresistable force and the immovable object. I was [expletives deleted] DONE being chased off of **my** mountain. I'd "had it." Tired of being threatened, put up or shut up. On the next full moon I walked up there in early afternoon, hiked up the trail from the end of the road, climbed onto a big boulder out in the middle of a sea of manzanita, and waited for dark. Watched the moon come up to the east. Watched the lights of town some thousands of feet below and a few miles distant. Waited for full dark. Then climbed down, waded through manzanita to the trail. Shut off my flashlight. And I walked down the hill in the dark in the shadow of the tree canopy just feeling my way along by the groove of the trail down and around the mountain. I walked past "The Smell" and down past the scary spot, again, in dark feeling the road grooves with my feet. Across the flat where I usually parked, on down the road beyond a closed gate. Side note ... it was BLACK by that gate. I forgot about it. Somehow I could "feel" something blocking the road. Kept getting closer, knowing there was something there. Finally wimped out and turned on my flashlight. I bout jumped out of my skin. The gate was 2 feet away. Imagine I'd have "soiled myself" if I'd taken another step and walked into it. Drove home. I'd heard some rustling, etc on the mountainside to my right as I came out in the dark but nothing specific enough. After that, the terror was gone, never happened again. In 2013 I was helping a report investigator look into a report of a hunter having rocks thrown at him. It was in that exact spot. On our way back to the truck something big and black rolled out of the tall grass on the downhill side of the road and ran away upright down the hill on 2 feet. I didn't see it clearly though the hanging vines but I saw enough to know that much. It went behind a snag. I saw a broad shoulder briefly extend beyond the side of the tree at about 7 feet above ground and while I was falling on my "rear" and getting back up he saw the side of a head with the impression of an ear around the 9 foot level. No bear, that is for sure. Some time after the "I'm done running" walk in the dark, I was walking out of there at the time when usually the terror would occur. I was in the curve between the two bends and two straight sections. Downhill, on the sidehill above the lower bend, I caught motion, then a very loud crash, and more motion. A giant hunk of wood .. the "root" of a big fir branch where it went into the trunk, with a couple feet of branch and a couple feet of the side of the log, had arc-ed up out of the brush above the road, gone downhill angling somewhat toward the road 75 yards ahead of me, hit the side of a tree up maybe 30 feet (guess?), and bounced back at least 30-40 feet towards where it'd come from before disappearing below the tops of the brush between me and the sidehill above. That thing was THROWN. Things don't fall in a flat arc and they don't bounce straight out with that much force. It had to have been 60-100 pounds of wood. The general trajectory was somewhat away from me .. whatever threw it was closer to me than I was to the tree it hit. That is not suggestive of a threat or intimidation, merely a message that I had company on the mountain that day. I'm cool with that. Another time I was up there walking the soreness / stiffness out from a hard hike and caught up with a family hunting. After talking to the mom who was bringing up the rear, I turned back. A bit later the son, mid 20s, who'd gone side-hill came down just above where the log had been where I first noticed the smell. He swore a bigfoot followed him around the sidehill. We stood side by side and picked up that scent. To me it was fecal, to him it was horrid B.O. For a few years I still picked up that scent now and then, same time of year. I haven't been there in a long time, it was thinned to reduce fire danger some time back and it changed the cool vibe of the place. For years I only smelled that smell in the one spot. Since then I've detected it 3-4 other places. Something happened to make me question my characterization of "fecal." Here's the TMI. Maybe 15 years ago I went out of town for training. I was wearing cotton tube socks and a pair of nylon-ish 0 rise running shoes. After 2-3 days crossing campus to return to my hotel room I was going to change, then meet my boss for dinner, BS, and a walk down memory lane. It was the town where I went to college and where I'd gotten married some decades earlier. Thought I'd show her my past path. Well, I was in my hotel room and I bent down to change my shoes. There was that smell. I was initially horrified thinking I'd crapped my pants and didn't realize it. Humiliation!! So .. I did the obvious, "dropped trou" and checked. Nope. What the .. ? Finally figured out it was my shoes. Somehow they provided just the right combination of air / no-air to let foot "funk" ferment into the most revolting stench imaginable. So .. y' know, maybe that "kid" hunter I ran into was correct. Maybe it was never fecal at all, just the most horrendous BO of all time. Of the places I've smelled that ... one was a very steep wet canyon, one was in old growth forest duff, one was in a slightly boggy area in an older forest fire scar, and one was on a high, dry, rocky ridge, so a real variety of settings. I can't prove what it as, only that whatever it is, it seems to happen across a wide variety of locations and yet is pretty rare out there. The flip side to all of that ... during the couple of camp visits I'm sure of, there was no smell. Lot of other stuff, but no smell. So .. I think there's a context for the smell that I am missing. MIB