This sighting report comes to us from a woman who was living in the area of Bridgewater, Massachusetts at the time of her sighting which was either 1972 or 1973. After watching an episode of “Finding Bigfoot” and becoming upset at the portrayal of a growling, mean looking Bigfoot at every commercial break she felt compelled to seek out what she believes to be a valid venue to share her experience.
Unbeknown to her, the area where her sighting occurred has a reputation for such things and has even been dubbed as the “Bridgewater Triangle”. However, since she was young at the time it is unlikely that she was either aware of this or that it influenced her sighting at all.
She was aware of a fellow who lived in the area who had two boys and they were all regarded as kind of "different" by others because of their interest in the unusual happenings in the area but this witness knew that what she saw was a flesh and blood entity that was not recognizable.
The following report is submitted for historical purposes.
Here is her sighting report: Location: Bridgewater, Massachusetts County: Plymouth Year of Sighting: 1972/1973 Report filed with ABS: 2012
I saw a Bigfoot as a young child. My family lived in Bridgewater, MA and at that time we lived in a relatively rural community with several dairy farms nearby. The property around our home was bordered by woods, a swamp and a rhododendron farm.
Like most children growing up we had our favorite places where we liked to play and we had given these places different names. “Happy Land” was the name we gave to an area that had been cleared off for the planting of more rhododendrons. We made an underground fort out of an area where a tree had fallen over turning up a large root ball. We had another fort that we called “The Cuckoo’s Nest". This was a large pile of branches left over from the trees and brush that had been cleared from the land. We played in the wooded area and in Happy Land a lot but there was another area that was off limits. We called this area “The Burial Mound”.
Occasionally the cows from a neighboring daries would get loose from their enclosure and for some reason they would usually end up gathering back together as a small herd at The Burial Mound. The Burial Mound was a grassy knoll that was surrounded by woods and had a stream running along the bottom of the knoll.
On this cool, clear and sunny afternoon someone had decided that we should go to the Burial Mound and make a new fort like the Cuckoo’s Nest. I’d say that there was at least a dozen children altogether out there gathering branches and sticks to build this new fort. While we were all busy looking for material to build our new fort one of the children saw some movement in the woods across the stream from where we were.
“COW” they yelled out which sent us all running towards safe ground closer to the houses where we lived and downstream of the creek. As we were all running this thing was running parallel to us and came closer. Then we could see that it wasn’t a cow and the yells changed to “BEAR”. This thing was huge and we could hear it breathing as it ran.
The run that this creature had was a more smooth and graceful stride, almost like it was gliding as It’s legs were moving and it’s arms were swinging reaching half way down it’s thighs. Maybe it is because of it’s long arms and I could not see it’s feet because of the tall grass but the legs seemed a bit short. Other than that it appeared to be well proportioned. It appeared to be six to seven feet tall. It had a very short or almost no neck.
As I saw it in profile I could see that it was muscular and it’s waist was smaller than the rest of it’s upper body and hips. I could see it’s breasts very prominently. It’s color was a very light brown similar to a tiger oak wood stain. The hair looked more like human hair and the length was like that on an Afghan Hound and it swayed with the movements except for the breasts where the hair was shorter than the rest of the body. I could see that it had thumbs on it’s hands as I watched the arms swinging during it’s graceful stride. I don’t know if it was intentionally making the sound or if it was normal to breath like that when it ran, but it was a very loud whooshing sound which grew louder as it ran. I would estimate the distance between me and the creature to be about 20 yards before it quickly turned looking towards us and then ran farther away, back into the wooded area. I couldn’t distinguish any facial features other than to see that it had facial hair as well.
While I was caught up in the excitement of this unusual event I can’t say that I felt scared, threatened or in danger in any way. In fact, just the opposite, it had a “Grandmotherly” type of comforting look and feeling about it.
When I told my parents about what had happened they assured me that I must have seen a cow since there were no bears in this area. I didn’t tell them that I saw this in the area that we were not allowed to go. Even though I started hearing talk about Bigfoot being in the Bridgewater area I did not put it together with what I had witnessed. Not being familiar with bears I had believed for a time that it must have been a bear that I saw. It was a few years after my sighting that I learned in school that while a bear can stand and walk on two legs, they do not run this way.
I did not have any more sightings while living there, however I did notice that there were strange sounds off in the woods at night. These sounded like a baby crying. While I would also hear an occasional cat fight now and then that had some similarities, it didn’t take long listening to the noise to know that these cries were definitely not cat like.
As the neighborhood grew and more and more houses were being built nearby the crying baby sounds stopped, but of course the cat fight sounds didn’t stop. I have often wondered if the sounds I heard were coming from a baby Bigfoot. Did this female that I saw have a baby or a family living in those woods?