|This is a frame from the Brown Thermal Footage
with the contrast and brightness enhanced.
The polarity has been reversed, so black is hot.
On May 8, 2012, a very interesting piece of thermal footage was obtained by Stacy Brown Sr. in Florida. His son, Stacy Brown Jr., contacted me a while back to ask for my help with trying to authenticate the footage. Knowing that no footage can ever be proven to be a bigfoot beyond a doubt (some folks still doubt the Patterson/Gimlin Film, after all) I set about trying to extract as much information out of the clip as possible. Perhaps some of this information could shed some light on whether or not the clip could even be considered as real. Below are my thoughts and conclusions on this remarkable piece of footage.
The Brown Footage
This interesting clip of video was obtained by a father and son team from Florida on May 8, 2012, sometime between midnight and 1 am. Stacy Brown Sr. and Jr. are the minds behind the website, The Sasquatch Hunters. The two men were bigfooting somewhere on the panhandle of Florida around the town of Quincy on the night they got their footage. The exact location is between the property where the Bridges have their ongoing encounters, and where I recorded a “whoop” vocalization last year.
The night the two men were camping, they tried a passive approach by simply having a campfire and playing loud music on a stereo. Every once in a while the duo would go for walks without using any lights. No other campers or people of any sort were ever observed on that night, and both witnesses are sure they were the only people present.
Stacy Brown Sr. was armed with a FLIR Scout thermal imager with which he was continually scanning the nearby woods. He had the polarity switched on the FLIR, so that the warm things in the viewfinder appeared black as opposed to the more commonly used white.
At some point in the evening, they heard some knocks, so they walked in that direction. Every time they heard noises, it seemed like it was just a little bit ahead of them, no matter how far they went. Stacy Sr. then saw a heat signature from behind some trees a little ways off into the palmettos. Whatever it was stepped briefly out into the open. What Stacy Sr. saw was a large, man-shaped figure take one long step and disappear into the brush. He turned to his son who had not seen the figure at all and said, “We gotta go.”