Investigating the Bulls Head Inn: 200 Years of History and Something We Can't Explain
“I've been doing this long enough to know when something feels different — and the Bulls Head Inn felt different. I just can't close the file on this one yet.”
— Jason Hawes
Some locations carry weight the moment you walk through the door. The Bulls Head Inn in Cobleskill, New York is one of those places. Built in 1802, this building has served as an inn, tavern, courthouse, town hall, Masonic Temple, and private residence — and with that kind of layered history, you have to ask yourself: what, or who, might still be here?
I'll be honest with you — I never walk into a location expecting to find something paranormal. That's not how I operate, and it's never been how TAPS operates. My first job at any location is to rule out every rational, mundane explanation I can find. Drafts, settling structures, electromagnetic fields, acoustics, faulty wiring — these things account for the majority of what people experience in so-called haunted places. The Bulls Head Inn got the same treatment every location gets: measured skepticism and a methodical approach before any other conclusions are entertained.
What makes the Bulls Head Inn genuinely interesting from an investigative standpoint isn't just the ghost stories — it's the sheer volume of human activity this building has absorbed over more than two centuries. Think about it. Courtrooms carry tension. Taverns carry emotion. Masonic halls carry ritual and ceremony. Private residences carry grief, joy, and everything in between. When you layer all of that history into a single structure, you create a location where the probability of residual environmental factors — things like infrasound, geomagnetic anomalies, or simply the psychological weight of the space — is genuinely elevated. I always want to understand the building before I try to understand what people are reporting inside it.
During our investigation, we moved through the property systematically, documenting environmental baselines and paying close attention to areas where reported activity tends to cluster. We used a combination of audio recorders, full-spectrum cameras, EMF meters, and other standard investigative tools — not because any single piece of equipment proves a haunting, but because documentation is everything. If something happens and we don't have data to support it, it doesn't help anyone. What I can tell you is that there were moments inside the Bulls Head Inn that gave me pause. There were sounds I couldn't immediately source, readings that warranted a second look, and at least one moment where the team and I exchanged a glance that said more than words. I've been doing this long enough to know when something feels different, and parts of this investigation felt different. That said, feeling something and proving something are two entirely separate conversations.
The evidence review is always where the real work happens. It's easy to get caught up in the energy of an active investigation — the darkness, the history, the isolation — and read meaning into things that have perfectly ordinary explanations. So we go back through everything with fresh eyes and a critical mindset. Some of what we captured has straightforward explanations. Some of it is harder to dismiss. I want the viewers to watch the full investigation and make their own assessments, because I genuinely believe you catch things we miss. You're watching from a different vantage point, without the adrenaline and the ambient noise of being physically present in the location. Your perspective matters, and I've had viewers point out details in footage that changed how I interpreted an entire segment of an investigation.
After everything we experienced inside the Bulls Head Inn, I'm not ready to stamp a definitive verdict on this location — and in my experience, that's actually significant. When I can't fully explain what happened, I don't manufacture an explanation just to close the file. The Bulls Head Inn deserves a closer look, and I have a feeling we haven't heard the last of what's inside those walls.