Bill Russo Survived a Puckwudgie from the Bridgewater Triangle
Part of the Hockomock Swamp
(The Bill Russo 'Creature Interviews' are currently being shown as part of America's Bermuda Triangle on Destination America as well as on Monsters and Mysteries Season Two Episode One and on the DVD of the award winning documentary, The Bridgewater Triangle. The sighting is also part of the paperback and Amazon Kindle book, The Creature From the Bridgewater Triangle.)
My name is Bill Russo Sr. For more than a decade I lived a few hundred yards from the Hockomock Swamp and I had no idea that there were monsters in it. Until I met one!
The Creature: (perhaps a Puckwudgie) From the feature film, The Bridgewater Triangle. As drawn by the film's illustrator, based on my description.
The hairy, pot bellied creature that crept out of the midnight darkness and into a circle of light cast by a streetlamp, would never be called "Bigfoot" or even "Middlefoot". It was "Littlefoot", but that didn't stop it from being the scariest thing I have ever seen!
Raynham & Bridgewater are at the top. At the base is Rehoboth, left and East Freetown, right.
Before I give you the details and let you decide for yourself if I really saw a thing that cryptozooligists call a "Puckwudgie"; let me set the scene.
I lived in a ranch home in a quiet residential neighborhood in the Southeastern Massachusetts town of Raynham. My house was perhaps 600 yards from an large area of thick woodlands surrounding a cluster of swamps and natural springs.
For six years, I was on the three to midnight shift at a nearby Ironworks. After work, it was my nightly custom to take my dog, Samantha for a walk. "Sammy" was an 80 pound Rottweiler/Shepherd mix.
A still from my segment of the film
Let the record show that Sam was fearless
There's no doubt of that. One time we were at a zoo, and a shaggy old bison took a dislike to me (for no reason) and charged at me. Hitting the chain link enclosure at full speed, the beast left a perfect 3D molding of his head in that fence. There would not have been much left of me, if that iron barrier wasn't there.
Sam charged the fence trying to get at that bison. Biting at the links of the chain and barking wildly, she spooked that one ton animal and got it to back up!
When my two teenage sons would occasionally have a disagreement that was threatening to get violent, Sam would jump off the couch where she had been resting and get right between the pair. She'd sort them out with about five seconds worth of barks and growls. They'd quiet down and go their separate ways. She didn't bite them; but just put the 'fear of dog' in them.
There's no doubt that Sam was as brave as they come. And that's how I know that the "Littlefoot" thing was very dangerous.
The Scary High Tees
We usually stayed on the sidewalks during our stroll, but that night Sam wanted to head for the woods. At a place called the High Tees we picked our way through the darkness until we came to a cross street.
The High Tees is a name given by the neighborhood to a swath of land, about 50 feet wide, that runs all the way from Boston to Providence. It plays host to high tension electrical transmission wires. Fifty foot pines border the swatch and thick brush pads the middle. All manner of wildlife, from foxes to bears use this green strip to avoid the dangers of the paved roads. As we would learn that night, other creatures, almost unknown to the world, also traverse The High Tees.
An anchor and a plaque mark the site of Leonard Ironworks - in business for 220 years
The area is ancient and steeped in the history of the land. The cross street that we came to, was near the site of the ancient Leonard Ironworks. Just the third one built in the new world, it was likely the most successful ever - in operation over for over two hundred years from 1656 until 1876.
The building is long gone, but the sluice that carried the water to power the blast furnace is still there. Water from that same source, the Hockomock Swamp, has flowed uninterrupted through the channel since the time of Massasoit, the Chief of the Wampanoag tribe.
Raynham cherishes tradition. The Milk Bottle restaurant (common in the 1940s) is still in business and business is good!!
After midnight the Town was as quiet as the grave
Raynham in the 1980s and 90s was a quiet little town of hard working people. During our walks, we almost never saw lights in windows. Virtually the entire community was asleep long before we took our first step. Johnny Carson's Nielson ratings were zero!
Not once in a half dozen years, did we ever meet another person out for a walk. Very rarely would a car be on the roadways. Back then, the police department didn't even have a night shift. If there were any calls, the department of the nearby City of Taunton, would answer the phone for Raynham. But usually, there were no calls.
When we got to that cross street, we began walking along the sidewalk towards home. About 500 feet from my front door, Sam started pulling on her leash. Whimpering and shaking, she refused to go further.
"What's wrong Sam? Come on baby, let's go home and get some food."
I heard what was troubling her before I saw it.
"Keer. Keer. Ee wahn chu. Keeeer. Keer keeeer! Eee waaahn chu. Chu. Ee wahn chu". A high pitched voice floated through the darkness, sounding like a pleading child.
"Keer. KEER. KEEEER!" It's pitch intensifying like the siren of a speeding fire truck.
I couldn't make out the words. It might be a toddler, who is just learning to speak, I thought.
A moment later I noticed something moving in the shadows. Walking slowly into the center of the circle of light cast by the street lamp, It stopped and lifted a hairy hand or paw. Palm inward, its scooped hand began moving. It was beckoning me to come forward!
"Keer. Chu. Eh wahn chu. Keer. Chu. Eee wan Chu."
Sam tried to pull me away. Now, she was rattling so badly, I was afraid she would break her leg joints. Her head down, near tears, she would not look at the strange beast that was summoning me.
It must be a kid. He wandered out into the night. I have to help him.
"Are you okay? Do you need help? Do you know where your house is?"
"Eee wahn chu. Chu. Chu. Eeeeeee waaahn chu. EEE WAAHN CHU! CHU!
No response. It just keep whining those strange sounds; kind of like words. But words I did not understand.
I looked closer. It was no kid. About three or four feet tall, it was covered in fur and had kind of a 'chipmunkey' face. A fairly expansive pot belly gave it a look of old age.
I was 20 feet away from it, not quite at the edge of the circle of light on the pavement. I took another step closer,
Sam's discomfort continued to mount as the creature's wail also grew louder.
When I was certain that the thing was not human, I also became certain that I did not want to get any nearer to it than I was. When I saw how frightened Samantha was, I became as scared as she. We backed away from it, and made a huge circle around it as we headed for home as fast as we could.
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I figured out what it was saying
Safely inside, I told my wife what we had seen. I sat up all night thinking about the creature. I regretted not being brave enough to walk right up to it. The little guy never actually threatened me. If he had just tried to answer me, I think I would have gotten closer. But it just kept pleading, 'keer', 'keer'... I said the words aloud over and over again. Gradually, I figured it out.
It was talking to me in a kind of English.
Here's what I think it was saying:
Keer = Come Here
Ee wahn chu = We want you.
I am sure of it. The hairy little thing was saying, "Come here. We want you."
Once he got in the middle of the circle of light, he never made another move towards me. He wanted me to see him clearly, so that I would not be frightened. I convinced myself that "Littlefoot" did not mean to harm me.
But then I started hearing stories about The Bridgewater Triangle. There were eerie lights that would appear from nowhere. Stories of snakes as large as stovepipes and giant thunderbirds who could shapeshift into human form. There were killings. Ghosts were sighted with regularity. UFO's were seen and documented by two respected television journalists. Bigfoot was seen. And yes "Littlefoot" was spotted too.
Only they didn't call him "Littlefoot". Puckwudgie is perhaps the name for what I saw. If it was a Puckwudgie, I was lucky that I did not approach any nearer. Because few people are said to survive a close encounter with a Puckwudgie. They trace back to the 1600s and were friendly with the Native American people. A falling out made them an enemy of both the 'Indians' and the European settlers.
Puckwudgies are said to have many powers, but they are not able to pursue a victim. They have to lure a person to them. If they do not kill the individual right away, they will leave a curse upon the person that can make them wish they had been killed.
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Telling of my encounter
For a long time, I kept silent about that strange night. But a few years ago, after I retired, I felt it was time to relate the story, so I told it on a blog site. A few thousand people read it, including some who had also seen bizarre doings in the area.
One of the people who read my account was a skeptic. He doesn't believe in the Bridgewater Triangle. But his favorite holiday is Halloween and he is a film maker named Aaron Cadieux. He was working with a friend on a documentary about the triangle.
So, Aaron Cadieux and Manny Famolare read my article and asked me if I would contribute to their film. I agreed to be interviewed and to show them and the film crew the area where I had my Puckwudgie chat.
The movie premiered in October of 2013 and played in select venues throughout New England and in several other areas of the nation. It has received critical acclaim and at least one film festival award.
A DVD & Blu Ray release launched in July, has been very successful.
The Discovery Channel has purchased the rights to air the documentary on their channels, and they are showing a sixty minute condensation of the film under the new title, America's Bermuda Triangle/The Bridgewater Triangle.
My story is also shown on Destination America's highest rated program, Monsters and Mysteries in America. My spot is the first segment of Season Two's First Episode.
Due to the high interest that my creature sighting has generated, I wrote and published a book on Amazon Kindle, entitled, The Creature From the Bridgewater Triangle and other Odd New England tales. I tell my narrative and then spin about a dozen more yarns, some fact and some based in fiction. The book is available in paperback. The ebook version, complete with photos, is just 99 cents. The book was in the top 100 of its category (short reads) for eight straight months. I expanded the book to about 200 pages and it remains a brisk seller.
Here's the Facebook site for the Documentary.https://www.facebook.com/TheBridgewaterTriangleDocumentary
You can order a DVD or Blu Ray copy of the film at the Web Store, where they also have Tee Shirts, Coffee Mugs and more.
To keep up with news of the film and other paranormal happenings, check out their website. thebridgewatertriangledocumentary.com
After I filmed my segment of the documentary, I received a call from the producers of Monsters and Mysteries in America, asking me to appear on the second episode of their second season of shows. The program I appear in is called "Puckwudgies, Aliens, and Dover Demon. It is shown frequently on the Destination America channel. Here's their promo for the episode."The Bridgewater Triangle is shrouded with inexplicable phenomena and UFO sightings. A deadly swamp Pukwudgie attacked Bill Russo; the Hewins sisters are used as a breeders for aliens; and the Dover Demon reigns over an entire town"
You can watch the segment on television or purchase it for $1.99 from Amazon and other sites.
About 24 years have passed since I saw the creature that I now believe to be a Puckwudgie. I walked the same route many times, but never again saw it.
It is around though. I know it is.
In fact when one person read my story, he gasped, "YOU SAW IT TOO!"
Alas, he does not want to admit to it publicly. Not everyone does.
Certainly many people are not going to believe that I saw what I claim.
But I did see it. And I will swear to it before any man or machine.
"There are more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt of in your philosopy"
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