Enloe Creek Is Much More Than a Hot Fishing Spot
One of the pleasures I have in maintaining my websites is receiving email. This one
came from Mr. William Armachain. I requested his permission to post the email so
that all of you could take pleasure in reading this piece of history in honor of Mr.
Armachain's grandfather, Mr. Grover Enloe.
I read your description of Enloe creek located in the Great Smoky Mountain
National Park and wanted to give you a little history of that particular creek. The
creek was named after my grandfather, Grover Enloe. My grandfather's moonshine
still was located at the head of the creek which he accessed from Tow String on the
western side of the ridge that separates the two locations. As you are aware, the
area is rough and isolated (more so in the 1930's). My father married Grover's
daughter. The Oconaluftee visitor center sits on the old Enloe farm from the late
1700's to mid 1800's. My grandfather was a true mountain man. He was
uneducated, poor and proud. Moon shinning was a means of survival. Unlike today,
it wasn't looked down on, but rather something to be proud of. Few could make
"good sip pin shine." A many old codger would tell of drinking a many quart of my
grandfather's shine. Grover was also an avid bear hunter. He killed 41 bears
illegally on the park in it's early days. One of my grandfather's bear traps is
occasionally displayed at the park headquarters near Gatlinburg, TN. His initials
can clearly be seen on the trap,"GE" He had to "throw it over the bank", in order to
get away from the park rangers long ago.
My grandfather always said, "I had every loose dollar in Cherokee, if the church
didn't get it I did!" He died at the age of 96. My mother said "He at 6 eggs and a
pound of bacon every day of his life, it killed him at 96."
Next time you or others fish that creek, think of this, my grandfather once told me,
"Your mother and me would dip fish out of that creek with a dishpan."
Copyright 2008 James Marsh