Slosheye Trail

Slosheye Trail was used by the Creek Indians and white traders as an artery of travel as early as 1750 and extended from Augusta, Georgia to Georgetown, Georgia near the Alabama stale line then through Alabama down to the Mobile area. This ancient trail allowed a steady growth of traffic, at first Indians and then white settlers. Slosheye Trail became a wagon trail that was well traveled for reasons of commerce and stage coaches. Part of it remains a red dirt road and I hope for tradition sake that it will always remain unpaved and slightly wild.

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The Morgan family farm was established in the 1800's on a portion of this trail that is located in Dooly County, Georgia. In a book written by my Great Uncle Arthur Fort Morgan titled "The Morgans of Slosheye" there are many accounts of Arthur, my Grandaddy Frank and their brothers and sister regarding their childhood on the family farm.  Many tales of hard work and life during the 1930s but also stories of hunting and fishing the property.  These men are gone now with only their baby sister remaining on this earth but their tales still live we our family.

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Slosheye Trail is where I rode my bicycle, exercised my 4H show lambs, and spent my free time exploring. My brother Josh, my cousin Stephen and I learned how to hunt, fish and simply enjoy life in the fields and woods of this farm.  We began by dove hunting, a ritual that continues. We also took to hunting ducks together, in our teens we would gather on the train trestle that spanned the Little Pennahatchee Creek and shoot passing wood duck on their way to the roost. This was probably frowned upon by the game wardens and CSX but we were too young to realize that. What we did know was that recovery of our downed ducks was difficult without the aid of a retriever.  Fortunately I did talk my daddy into allowing me to purchase a lab. His name was Tanner and I trained him myself using a Richard Wolters book as my guide. Tanner was a fine dog and my introduction into the world of gundogs.

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Slosheye Trail and our family farm that is nestled into a small piece of it hold a large source of pride for me. Pride that spans generations of great men and women who accomplished so much in their lives. They fought for our country, raised families, cared for their communities, and helped mold me. And for this I am thankful.

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