About Stinking Creek

To read more about Stinking Creek and Campbell
County click on link:
www.tngenweb.org/ .Click on Campbell county, then under "recently
updated", click on Campbell county and beyond, scroll to S and find "Stinking
Creek traces it's name etc."


Well you don't have to be
Stephen Hawking to the see the problem with this theory. As the
temperature started rising so did the aroma of the now bloated and decaying
animals. Legend has it, from that winter on, with their noses tightly
pinched, the native American Indians of the area referred to it as "STINKING
CREEK" and it just stuck. Everything but the smell that is!
Stinking Creek is as
beautiful as any other mountain stream in the Cumberland Chain.
Whether fishing, canoeing or just exploring, you and your family will, like
everyone else, fall in love with the legendary "STINKING CREEK" of East
Tennessee.
During an unusually harsh
winter, very extreme for the region, many of the animals belonging to the
local settlers and farmers along Sugar Creek, with little or no shelter,
froze to death. Without the bull dozers and backhoes we have at our
disposal today to bury the animals, the farmers were faced with the problem
of what to do with hundreds of frozen carcasses (that, on today's market
would be frozen entrees). I can almost hear Jeff Foxworthy jump up and
yell, "hey ya'll watch this!" as he dragged his frozen animals to the banks
of Sugar Creek while explaining his ingenious idea. "You see, this
spring when the creek rises all of these here dead animals will just float
on down stream... End of problem".
According to local legend,
about two hundred years ago this area, because of a large quantity of Sugar
Maple trees, was known by the sweet name of "Sugar Creek". The early
settlers to the area would harvest large quantities of maple sap from the
trees and boil it down to make syrup. As I am told, it was also used
in the production of MOON SHINE, strictly for medicinal purposes you
understand.
The Stinking Creek area in
the Cumberland Mountain chain, in my opinion, is the best kept secret of
East Tennessee. This is of course largely due to the name.