Annual Antique Tractor Drive

This year on Saturday, September 22, the 5th Annual Antique Tractor Drive meandered through a lot of Patoka Township and my old stomping grounds.  For those of you not familiar with the group, each year they take their old tractors and do a drive through some historic parts of Pike County.  This year about thirty six drivers participated and three wagon loads of  onlookers rode along after meeting up at The Trading Post about 10 am.  I had to work and was unable to ride so Sherry Lamey shared the information and Terenda Wyant shared her photos with me for this post.

For this blog, I’m not going to use the road numbers now assigned but the names we always called them (and still do most times!).

Meeting up at the Trading Post.

The group started out down Hathaway Station Road to wind up at Ashby Cemetery as their first stop.  Ashby Cemetery sitting out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by land that is now coal mined was once a thriving little community.

Ashby was named after the family members of Benjamin and Margaret (Burdett) Ashby from Hampshire County, Virginia who settled there soon after they were married in 1813 after temporarily residing at White Oak Springs.  Their graves are located in Ashby Cemetery.  Benjamin died in 1881, Margaret in 1860.   Thomas English, a native of Vermont, taught in the pay schools  of Pike County.  His first school of this kind was in the Ashby neighborhood in the year of 1844.  Benjamin’s sons and grandsons became large landowners in the area and successful businessmen.  If I remember correctly the little Ashby Church was burned during an act of vandalism several years ago.  

Tractor drive

They then drove over to Scottsburg Road to wind up at New Liberty Church and Cemetery near Coe.

 Coe used to be called Arcadia and was laid off in 1869 by Simeon LeMasters.  I don’t know much about the history of this church and cemetery.  If anyone does, tell me about it in the comment section below.

Old Barns on the drive

Next they went across the road through the old South Fork areas and wound up on the Line Road.

 It is the Meridian used for old grid mapping systems that divided the county into the North and South sections, now it’s called Meridian instead of the Line Road.  Division Road divided the East and West.  Many of Pike County’s early settlers settled along the Line Road.  It runs through what is now the Patoka National Wildlife Refuge.


Patoka Grove Church was their next stop.    Other friends and neighbors joined them there for a dutch treat lunch by the Pike County Young Farmers in the churchyard.  Some guitar music, singing and fiddling was provided by Norb Wehr and Freddie Hopf from Dubois County and enjoyed by all.   You can read more about the history of Patoka Grove Church on this past blog post.

Patoka Grove Church and Williams Cemetery

Stopping at Patoka Grove Church and Williams Cemetery on the route.

Pike County Young Farmers lunch in the churchyard.

Picking and fiddling at Patoka Grove Church.

The group left Patoka Grove Church and wound their way down to Snakey Point.  You can read more about the history of Snakey Point on this past blog post.

Snakey Point and the Patoka River National Wildlife Refuge

The group then wound around on the old Winslow Oakland City Road, the one used before the Highway 64 was built and where the old community of Ingleton was located.  Like other old areas named for the families that lived there, some may have heard it called Whitman and Wiggs.  We’ll just say they wound around and came back up H Pit Road and stopped at the church again for a pit stop before heading back down # 7 Road to Muren Road and the old coal mining community of Muren.

In Muren they went past the old coal mine houses, one of which is featured at the top of my blog.  For more about Muren read these past blog posts.

A Winslow Auction and A Muren Reunion

My Grandma and the Early Years at Muren and Turkey Hill

Muren 2010 and 1965

Then they turned onto Ayrshire Road and went through the bottoms and around Kitchen Corners to the old Ingle Barn where only the silo stands today.  The Meyers family owns it now and has done a wonderful job of keeping it cleaned up and retaining some of it’s history.  They had their dad, Ab Meyers old tractor sitting there for the drive.  The house across the road is the one that David Ingle gave to his black butler and family and they became caretakers of the barns and property.

The silo of the old Ingle Barn remains.

They then turned into Logtown and rode past the remains of the old coke ovens down by the railroad tracks across from where the old Ayrshire store was.  The old beehive ovens are built in a row, double with ovens on the front and back.  For more history of Logtown see this blog post.


After leaving Logtown they drove back down Ayrshire Road and over to where they started at the Trading Post.

Jim Capozella followed along in his truck to serve as aid if needed by anyone.

Ms. Burns of the Pike Central Digital Design and Visual Communications department came out and did the interviews with the drivers.  Their group helps put together the dvds.

DVDs are for sale of the historic tractor drives.  Not only is it the scenery, but inserted are interviews with folks telling of the history of these places.   If interested, let me know and I will try to put you in touch with the right person to order a copy.

The Menomee Murder

From the memoirs of Kitty Keeton.  This happened around 1915 according to him.  He lived on Turkey Hill at this time.

Grandfather died in May of 1915. A few, maybe 10, like he had a party telephone. Everybody was on the line in that part. That slowed down some night visiting, as all the neighbors had phones then. Think it was very cheap.

About that time, they began drilling oil wells all over that part of the county.

Grandmother would give me 50cents a day to help her draw water with the pulley and fill the reservoir in the kitchen cook stove and help her scrub. There was a rough kitchen floor — “oak”. She would cook and spread a big kitchen table with meat, sweet potatoes, Irish beans, jelly, fresh biscuits, coffee, possibly pie or cake, and feed a bunch of oil workers charging 50 cents for dinner. Alot of times when she picked up the plate there was a 1 dollar bill. More than 50 per cent of diner did that. Sure tickled Grandma. They got their money’s worth and knew it.

About then, an old man and 2 sons named Memonee — they looked like Indians or Mexicans — came through right in front of the Keeton home putting up the first so called high line or electric line in Pike Co. or the first around here. The old one was the boss of the crew erecting the line. He offered me a job and I asked if I had to climb poles and hook up the lines, He said, ‘Yes, that would be part of your job”. I believe it would have been about $3.00 a day. I said, “I would like to have the job and money, but I am afraid to climb that high and afraid of the hot line”. And that is the first real job offered and I refused. The three ate dinner there every weekday when in that part of the county.

At a later time when on a passenger train from Winslow to Muren, we had to come through Ayrshire about half way from Muren then and Winslow. I was sitting in the Smoker Car and when the train was stopped at Ayrshire, I saw several fellow from Muren looking out the window. I looked also and saw one of the young Menomee boys standing on the steps of the train and two Winslow Marshalls, Marshall Wilder and Deputy Tisdale, and a Marshall of Muren named Garrison was talking to him.

He said, “I know nothing about it.” About that time, the train started to move and Menomee saw that they were not looking at him, and since the Smoker was next to the engine and the train was starting slowly, he started to run by the engine and cross in front and get away.

I saw Wilder, a nice man and Winslow regular Marshall, start toward him from the side of the platform and yelled “stop”. He fired 3 shots from his side arm gun in the air. He hooked his foot in the guy wire from the telegraph line pole and fell rolling. He wasn’t shooting at Menomee and Garrison didn’t pull his gun. Since I had my head out of the window, I saw Menomee was about to get ready to try to go around engine. Between me and Menomee, Tisdale had his gun shooting and being back and over him, it was like me taking aim on Menomee.

He, Menomee, fell in front of the engine and the engineer, seeing what was happening like I did, stopped and didn’t hit him with the engine. I had a box of shot gun shells — only baggage — and I jumped off the train. When they went to see about Menomee —train men Conductor Engineer Freeman — Menomee said, “Keeton, why did they shoot me”? I think I was the only one there he knew.

I said, “I don’t know”, I helped put him in the baggage car to get him to Oakland City for medical attention, I suppose that Conductor saw what I saw when we loaded him, a spot right on the center of the spine at the shoulder, a big spot of blood about the size of a half dollar, The Conductor wanted me to get in the baggage car with him — but I had my thinking cap on that day!

I said, “I will ride cushions”, But instead, of going to Oakland City like the Conductor asked — a few from Muren did and the others of Muren like I got off.

The two Winslow Marshalls wanted to get on the baggage car and go with them, The Conductor said, “You can not ride this train, you did not have no reason to shoot this man. Therefore, don’t try to board”. They didn’t attempt to get on. He really meant what he said. They told every kind of tale about how it happened. I got off the train and soon was over Turkey Hill, not talking, the others did. Menomee was sent to the hospital at Vincennes for about a week and he died. At that time, the police of city or burg like Winslow, the pay was very low and insurance possibly nill. Don’t know how it happened, but the regular Police Wilder took the blame. Possibly he was the only one with insurance. But I know that he was not the one and Tisdale was.

At that time, no good roads, no bus. Could have rode the Southern to Princeton and the C & E at that time to Vincennes and would have stayed at Vincennes for at least a week for the trial. The ones that told their story had to go and after the trial, Wilder was not sentenced.

Out of the dozen telling it, I told them, “You just got scared and dreamed up alot of this to make it sound good. To me it looks to show that I must have been the only one not scared and could see and know how it happened”. I believe I made believers out of most of them, but anyway, I was the winner. I didn’t ride the baggage car, hit for Turkey Hill, and didn’t have to attend the trial. I almost lost sleep thinking that Menomee, knowing me, would tell his brother and Father and they would get me on trial, but I think he went in a coma soon after his entrance to the hospital.

They kept some Marshalls on at Winslow. A few years later, Guy, then having a Chev. Roadster, and I was in Winslow and Tisdale came up to me and Guy and said, “When you two went through the covered bridge, didn’t you meet two girls walking towards Southern Railway”? We said, “Yes”. Tisdale said, “Alright Kitty and Guy, I deputize both of you to take me to Ayrshire store — Ingle Company store — in your car”. (Guy’s my cousin). I said, “Tisdale, go jump a rope, you are only a Deputy you have no right to order us for that — and I saw you shoot and cause the death of a man — and you might do the same to me. I am not going’. He wilted and said, “OK Guy, you will have to take me”.

They and a Corn — he has folks here at Oakland City now in 1980 and Corn is dead. I don’t remember the girls names — only met them walking when Guy and I was riding in the car. But Tisdale said that Corn and the two girls had pulled a fast deal at a store in Velpen and he wanted to go and get them.

I told Guy to refuse to go, but he was afraid not to I think. Guy told Tisdale he would have to take me to Uncle Charley’s and leave me until he got back and take me home then. When we got to Uncle Charley’s house, I told Guy to stall all he could. He had to hunt for his rubbers for it was a little muddy, then he might need a light, finally found Carbide light, another 10 minutes finding a Carbide flask, then on to Ayrshire.

Corn and the girls had left on the railway or maybe a car with someone about 20 minutes before they got to Ayrshire. The stalling helped Guy.
The next time I saw the County Sherriff, I told him about my refusal of Tisdales orders. Reese Burns, the County Sherriff said, “I don’t blame you at all, but he had authority to order you to help him. But for Guy, the same for him also, but not the right to order Guy or anyone to use their car unless there was a bank robbery, murder, or rape. So you put the bluff on the scrupulous skunk and he was too dumb to know it.’ Said, “He could have had you fined for not going’. Wilder, Tisdale, Guy, Corn, and Reese Burns are all deceased. Also the father of Menomee was an old man then, so I know he is gone.

Martin Minters of Logtown: Pike Pioneer Coal Miner Was Born in Slavery

At our February Genealogy meeting, a few of us found ourselves digging through stacks of old Winslow Dispatch newspapers that had been donated.  It was really random because the third paper I picked up had my grandmother’s marriage announcement on the front page.  Then Sherry picked up one that had my aunt’s birth announcement.  Suddenly Sherry handed me a paper and said “look, good blog material.”

I think it is good blog material. I get a lot of blog hits from the search of Logtown Pike County.

From the front page of the July 19, 1946 issue of the Winslow Dispatch:  Pike Pioneer Coal Miner: Martin Minters:  When the first deep coal mines of the county were opened, Martin Minters was one of the original miners who opened the first mines.   He is 91 years old, hale and hearty, though born in slavery.  He has lived in the Ayrshire community more than sixty years and has always conducted himself like a gentleman.

Martin Minters

The genealogist in me surfaced and I thought, “what a treasure for the family of this man.”  I would give anything to find a picture and story like this about some of my relatives.  I knew he lived in Ayrshire, probably in Logtown for some time.   He is buried in the Logtown Mt. Hebron Cemetery.  So I went to to see if anyone was working on him in their tree.  Nothing.  A google search turned up no family trees with Martin Minters.

Martin and his son, Lavonia Minters graves at Logtown.

By now curiosity was getting the best of me.  He was someone’s Papa in 1949 when he was buried.  I had to put together a life story for this man who had obviously lived quite a full life.

Grave of Martin Minters from Logtown Cemetery. From findagrave.

Martin was born in April of 1861 at Elizabethtown, Hardin County, Kentucky as a slave.  Parents unknown although he states on census records both parents were born in Virginia.  He was a mulatto, half white.

A Martin Minters who’s service record in the Civil War U.S. Colored Troops Military Records states he was a Private in Comp. G,  the 47th Infantry.  He was recruited in May of 1865 from the depot in Mobile, Alabama.  In July of 1865 he became sick and died of disease in August of 1865 at Pineville, Louisiana.   Who was he?  Someone related to the Pike County Martin Minters?

There were several Minter families living in Hardin County, Kentucky at this time and they were slave owners.  They came to Kentucky from Virginia.  Was Martin’s family a part of their slaves?  Did Martin take their name?

Slavery is such a big brick wall.

October 1, 1881 Martin Minter married Belle Williams.  The marriage record in Hardin County, Kentucky states: Boy of age, sworn, Henry Williams, father of girl present and consents. Black, Book 140 Hardin County, Kentucky

1900 census finds him at Mag. District 7, Kitchen, Hopkins County, Kentucky. The family is listed as black.   He and Belle have a daughter Ruth, 9 years old, son Lavonia, 3 years old and a boarder, John Fox.  Martin is a coal miner.

1910 census finds the family in Ayrshire, Patoka Township, Pike County, Indiana.   They are living on the Ayrshire Road.  Martin is listed as a mulatto.  On this census, it looks like Belle and Martin are living in two different households next to each other.  Ruth is not on the census.  She would be 19 now, so possibly married or did she die? Their son,  Lavonia and a new son, Murl who is five is listed.  Lavonia is listed as black and Murl is listed as a mulatto.

January 1912, they will have another son, Flue A. C. Minters who only lives for a couple of months.  He died in March 1912.  His death record states:  Fluia A.C. Minters,  Date: March 16, 1912, Location: Pike County, Age: 2 months, Gender: Male, Race: Colored (black),  Source: County Health Office, Petersburg, Indiana, WPA Book 8, page H1.

Grave of baby, Flue A. C. Minters in Mt. Hebron Cemetery at Logtown.

1920 census finds the family still in Patoka Township, Pike County, Indiana.  Martin, black, aged 69 married to Gertrude Curry, black, aged 34.  Lavonia and Murl, both black, live with them.  They can all read and write.  Martin and Lavonia work in the coal mines.

1930 census find the family still in Patoka Township, Pike County, Indiana.  Martin, black, his wife, Gertrude and her mother, Elizabeth Curry.  They live on the Old State Road from Winslow to Oakland City.  Martin is still working as a coal miner at the age of 60 years.   The boys are living with their mother in Indianapolis in 1930, along with a nephew, Lavell Minters.

Now we know Martin has a brother who also lived in Pike County for a short time.  One the baby boy who did not live was named for.

Martin’s brother’s name was Flue Lerone Minters.  He was born in 1879.  He was in Patoka Township, Pike County, Indiana on the 1910 and 1920 census.  Then in 1930 he was in Madisonville, Kentucky and widowed.  In 1944 he is found in Danville, Illinois as a helper in a hotel.  His wife’s name was Elizabeth and they had children:  Catherine, Charlie, Palestine, Lawrence, and Lavell.  His WW1 draft registration states he was a machine operator for the Ingle Coal Company while in Pike County.

Lavonia and his mother, Belle must have  moved back to Pike County because on Lavonia’s WWII draft registration in 1942 he and Belle are at RR3, Winslow, Indiana.

Belle Williams Minters died in 1944.

Martin dies in 1949 and is buried in Mt. Hebron Cemetery at Logtown in Ayrshire, Indiana.

His son, Lavonia, a WWI veteran dies in 1950 and is buried beside his father in Mt. Hebron Cemetery at Logtown, Ayrshire, Indiana.  Lavonia was married to Bertha Malone.  They had a daughter, Lavern.

Lavonia Minters grave, Mt. Hebron Cemetery in Logtown. from findagrave.

Martin’s son, Murl died  in 1968 at Indianapolis.

The Hardin County, Kentucky genweb page has a copy of the will of Clarissa Williams, mother to Belle Williams Minters.  It states there are no living heirs of Belle Williams Minters.

There are the facts for Martin Minters.  I am so sure there is much more to the story.

1795 Indian Story

Hill at Martin Cemetery

Pioneer History of Indiana by William Monroe Cockrum  1907

Pages 177 through 180 of 638 pages

Data of the recapture of three Kentucky women from the Indians in what is now Pike County, Indiana, was furnished the author in 1855 by William Leathers, son-in-law of John Severns. The story is as follows:

In 1795 John Severns was on White river hunting, when he met two Indian trappers one of whom he had known intimately during his captivity among the Indians. They had been in the employ of the Hudson Bay Company, of Canada, for several years but had come south to do a little trapping on their own account and had a large number of traps with them, mostly for beaver. Severns told them of the many beaver and beaver dams along the Patoka river and its tributaries.*

After talking the matter over the Indians agreed that they would hunt bear for awhile and put in the late fall and winter trapping for beaver, all of which was carried out. From the start the three men bad all they could do to keep their traps set and care for their peltry. The intention of the trappers was to stay a few days in the neighborhood, catch all they could and then go on farther. In this way they thought they could go over the best trapping territory during the winter. The weather had become pretty cool and the trappers had made their camp against a bluff bank of the river where a thick vein of coal was cropping out. They built their fires against the coal and had a good one. This camp as the river runs was from 35 to 40 miles from Mr. Severns’ home. They had been there several days and had become pretty well acquainted with the surrounding country when one morning as they lay in their comfortable quarters a little before day they were startled by the firing of several guns not far away. They would have thought it was Indians shooting at a bear or a gang of wolves prowling around their camp had it not been for the loud hallooing and the screaming of a child or a woman, that continued for some time. The trappers hastily put out the fire and got into a position to defend themselves. In a short time daylight came and Severns and one of the Indians determined to reconnoiter near their camp. On going up the river some distance they heard talking and were satisfied that it was white people. The Indians slipped away and went back to camp while Severns went in the direction of the talking and soon saw several men and women sitting around a fire. One man, who was on the lookout, saw Severns and seeing that he was a white man, called to him and when he got to the party he saw seven of the hardiest type of Kentucky backwoodsmen and three women. One of the men was wounded by a ball through the top of the shoulder. The women’s clothing was badly torn and their feet almost bare. They looked weary and careworn and the stop had been made to make some covering for their feet so they could travel, but they were very short of suitable material. Severns told them that if they would wait until he could go to his camp, less than a mile away, he would provide them with all the material they needed. The proposition was gladly accepted and he soon returned with the saddle of a deer and a dressed buck skin. While he was at camp he advised the Indians to keep close as he did not know much about the people, only that they had recaptured three white women from the Indians and had killed several of the latter and that he might go a little way with them to find out what he could. The moccasins were soon mended and the party started on the long return trip. Severns went with them for a few miles and learned that they lived in central Kentucky and that nearly all of the men of their settlement had gone to a salt spring to make salt. While they were absent six Indians attacked two houses and captured the three women. A boy not far from one of the houses saw the Indians and ran to two men building a cabin and gave the alarm and then all the other families ran to the fort not far away. A runner was sent after the men at the salt spring but it was nearly two days before they could get back and start after the Indians. After that they followed them on the run as they knew the Indians would make haste to get back over the Ohio river. When the Kentuckians had crossed the river they had no trouble in following the trail because most of the way they were on a trace that crossed at the ford where Severns found them. “Last night about eleven o’clock,” one of the men told Severns “our out runner came back to the party just after we had retired for the night and told us that he had seen a little glimmer of fire about a half mile ahead. Two of our men went back with him and in about an hour one of them came back and said they had located the Indians and that they were all asleep except one who was guarding the prisoners and that as well as they could count them as they lay, there were six Indians and the three women, and that their camp was at the foot of a bluff. He left the other two on a hill about a hundred yards from the Indians. There was a small valley between them and they had a clear view of the camp. The rest of us went to the hill and after a whispered council decided to deploy out so as to reach the camp from the south and east sides and as soon as we could get near enough, to charge the Indians and kill them before they could defend themselves. The men who are husbands of two of the women were to look after them. In creeping up we found the little valley covered an inch or two deep with water from a gushing spring near the Indians’ camp which greatly delayed our attack and it was nearly five o’clock when we rushed on them, killing four before they could use their guns. The one left on guard shot one of our men in the shoulder and he and another one got away, the guard with a broken arm.”

After hearing his story, Mr. Severns wished them a safe journey and returned to camp. That afternoon the three trappers went to the battle ground and found four dead Indians which they placed in a large hole made by the uprooting of a tree that had blown down, piling brush, dirt and rocks on them. The Indians were greatly alarmed and Mr. Severns could not induce them to stay longer, so they went down the river to Severns’ home and then took their traps and went north.

The only certain location of this battle ground is the Patoka river and Severns’ home but the distance and outcropping of the coal makes it certain to my mind that it was Massey’s Bridge where the trappers’ camp was and that the Kentuckians crossed at Martin’s Ford about a mile up the river from the bridge and the place where the battle was fought and the women rescued was at Martin Springs. The hill the men laid on when planning to charge on the Indians, was I believe, where the Martin cemetery is now located.

Author’s Note. I have heard hunters say that there was no place in the western country where there had been more beaver than on the Patoka river and that many had been caught as late as 1835. To this day the signs of their industry are to be seen in many places.

Valley at Martin Cemetery

Another view of hill at Martin Cemetery

Snakey Point and The Patoka River National Wildlife Refuge

Snakey Point is a part of The Patoka River Wildlife Refuge located in Patoka Township, near the Gibson County line.  Established in 1994 as Indiana’s second national wildlife refuge, the refuge currently contains 6,149 acres. Its proposed boundary stretches for 20 miles .   When completed, the refuge will cover 22,472 acres including 7,000 acres of rare bottomland forested wetlands.

Snakey Point Marsh at Sunset

The Pike County side of Snakey Point or the Big Pond as it used to be called is located on what is now CR 350 E.  Or if you are from around here, you may know it as No. 7 Road, prior to that it was called the Old Wagon Road.  If you are like us, we just call it the back road to Oakland City.

Boat Ramp at Snakey Point

In the early 1850’s, Col. James W. Cockrum operated an Underground Railroad way station in his barn cellar in Oakland City for runaway slaves coming out of Kentucky. Col. William Cockrum, James’ son, wrote about their experiences: “If slave hunters showed up, the slaves were moved from harm and safely hidden in the thick brush and tall grass [cattails] in what was then known as the Big Pond, about two miles east of Oakland City.”  Slaves were then moved on into Winslow to George Dean’s or to Petersburg .

Snakey Point Marsh was actively farmed from the early 1900’s up until the 1930’s. The Snakey Point name was first used in the 1850’s. Naturalist John T. Hanover was bitten while capturing a venomous snake presumed to be a water moccasin. This occurred near a high bank on the north end of the marsh near what is now known as the Indiana Southern Railroad. No venomous snakes are now known to occur in Snakey Point Marsh. Midland water snakes, rat snakes, black racers, or the threatened copperbelly water snake may be found around the marsh and all are non-venomous.

Family Fishing on the Line Road 1980s

The Patoka River NWR is recognized as an important Bird Area by the National Audubon Society, and is home to 380 species of wildlife. The river valley is home to at least 20 plant species and 62 animal species considered as threatened, endangered or of special concern by the state of Indiana. Twenty-one species found here are on Audubon’s WatchList of birds in decline.

Several years back in the early 2000s, my brother called me and told me to bring some binoculars and meet him at Snakey Point.  It was the first year a bald eagle nested there.  The nest was directly across the marsh from the road.  It looked like a small car stuck in a tree it was so huge.  The kids and I stood there for a while on the side of the road watching.  You could see their heads moving around in the nest.  Finally one flew out and glided over the water to pick up a fish.   It was one of the most memorable things I have ever seen.   The kids will never forget it either.  The eagles have more recently nested around the bend where you can not see their nests from the road.

Moon Rising over Slough next to the Line Road Bridge

 The sloughs of the old river before the dredging have been favorite fishing holes of my brothers for years.  Along the Line Road, the old iron bridge has been replaced with a nondescript bridge.  Next to the bridge is the old slough that will take you back to the Old Bluff.  The Old Bluff was at the end of the Aberdeen Road.  Before the area was mined a second and third time, we would hike that road from Aberdeen to the River Bluff.  We have found some arrowheads and a broken axe head there.

Old Line Road Bridge

New Line Road Bridge

 Beaver, otter, ducks, geese, herons , deer, muskrats, snakes and birds are just some of the critters that are common sights in the area.  Snakey Point is open to the public for hunting, fishing, and bird watching.   And it is just a nice drive to take in the evenings when the sun is setting.  Turn left and drive back through the old Winslow Road and the old area where Ingleton was located, if it isn’t under water.  The beaver have expanded the wetlands extensively in the area.

Old WInslow Road, Ingleton Side of Marsh

Old Bridge on Old Winslow Road, Ingleton Side of Marsh

According to the Gibson and Pike Counties 2005 Fish Management Report, a total of 553 fish were found here, representing 19 species, was sampled that weighed an estimated 259.87 lbs. Bluegill ranked first by number followed by gizzard shad, redear sunfish, and largemouth bass. Bowfin ranked first by weight followed by gizzard shad, shortnose gar, largemouth bass, and common carp. Other nongame species sampled were 14 spotted gar, 12 warmouth, 12 orange spotted sunfish, 5 brown bullhead, 5 brook silverside, 3 yellow bullhead, 2 longear sunfish, 1 silver carp, 1 smallmouth buffalo, and 1 golden shiner.

 It may be in the middle of nowhere and may be often overlooked by us that have grown up around it.  I’ve heard it said that it has been featured on television fishing shows and that Kenny Chesney found the fishing good there.  Sometimes the best things in life truly are in our own backyards.

I have a friend, Kaye Walker, whose family were the Davis and Drew families from the Muren area.  She recently took some fantastic nature photos of Snakey Point that I would like to share with everyone by adding them to my post.  Thanks for allowing us to view your photos Kaye!

Elderberry at Snakey Point

Tiger Lily at Snakey Point

Wildflowers in the Wetlands

Wildflowers in the Wetlands

Snakey Point




Snakey Point Dam

Snakey Point Dam

Snakey Point

Field in Wetlands

Ducks swimming down the Patoka River at the Line Road