Thursday, September 14, 2017

The (In)Famous Smetty, Wyoming's Own Lake Monster

If you’re from Sheridan or Johnson County, you’ve heard spine-tingling tales of Lake DeSmet’s legendary denizen, ‘Smetty.’ Counting Native American stories, the lore of Smetty goes back centuries. Click on the images below to enlarge.

Image courtesy of John Meszaros,
from his blog, Cryptids State-by-State

One such legend tells of a band of Native Americans camped on the shores of DeSmet. During the night, they heard the strangest ruckus shattering the night’s silence. The next morning, the group’s champion swimmer shook off the previous night’s weirdness and took a dip in the inviting, cool water. All was hunky dory until he noticed something rising from the depths, at which he panicked, churning the water into a froth in an effort to reach shore. He slipped beneath the waves before his horrified friends, never to be seen again.

Hard evidence is sorely lacking for all but a handful of people who’ve borne witness to some strange goings-on in and around Father DeSmet’s namesake.

The Wyoming Room holds several Smetty accounts in the form of books and articles. One account finds three ranchers in 1892 who saw an “enormous shadow which closely resembled a sea serpent.”  Another, this one in 1924, tells of Frank Krout who claimed he saw  a creature resembling a “wet bay mare” rise in the middle of the lake.

And there was Edward Gillette, namesake of the town, who chronicled an incident involving the Barkey family in his 1925 book, Locating the Iron Trail. While fixing fence on the banks of DeSmet, the Barkeys bore witness to two sea serpents resembling “a long telephone pole with lard buckets attached” making a big fuss in the water.

Mrs. Oliver Townsend of Sheridan wrote of an incident involving one of her family’s ranchands when she was a little girl. The man, a Missouri native who spent every spare moment fishing, came charging back from his morning fishing trip, face blanched in panic. He had seen “a 30 to 40-foot long serpent, about a foot and a half thick, with a bony ridge on his back close to the head with resemblance to a horse’s mane.” The creature, according to the Missourian, “was of a brownish black in color and swam with his head held high out of the water with motions of a snake swimming.”

A different rancher, recalled Mrs. Townsend, was working his horses on the lake banks when they startled, rolling their eyes toward the lake, second later bolting away from the shore. The rancher then noticed a serpent swimming toward him and followed his horses’ suit forthwith.

In December 1911, 11-year-old Mary Olga Moore of the Meadow Ranch self-published a book (you can read more about her here) on the history and lore of Lake DeSmet for her family and friends. Her remarkably eloquent and mature hand weaved a dramatic telling of an encounter with the monster by none other than Father DeSmet himself:

“Suddenly, the silence was broken by the roar of many waters and the heretofore calm surface of Lake DeSmet was lashed into myriads of mighty waves, as a tawny body plowed its way through the seething, swirling waters.”


Moore also tells of a tragic Native American legend in which a mother, excited to show her baby’s swimming prowess to her newly returned, battle-gloried husband, set the babe in the water and ran downstream to catch him. Before his horror-stricken parents, an unknown beast took the babe in its jaws to a watery grave.

As you might imagine, the lore has generated its fair share of Smetty fan fiction.

In 1938, W.K. “Hi” Cole, manager of the Sheridan Flour Mill, took a satirical turn with his entry into Smetty lore. After hearing about a sighting earlier in the year by a witness he deemed credible, Cole decided to hunt the monster himself. With the help of the then managing editor of the Sheridan Press, Cole landed Smetty after a 10-hour fight only to see the carcass explode, littering the shore with “12 horseshoes, the wheel of a road grader, Father De Smet’s Bible, 13 Indian scalps, a backless bathing suits, a piece of track from the North and South railroad, and an outboard motor.” Ida McPherren, who chronicled the event, explained that the monster was fake but the explosion real, a riff on the legends old-timers passed on. Reading between the lines, could it have been that the local satirist embellished a story about creative fishing tactics? As in the kind with dynamite?

Click on the image below to enlarge.

The Sheridan Press, August 12, 1938.

Fan fiction and satire aside, sightings of something strange in Lake DeSmet persist, witnessed by earnest folk. In the early 1950s, recounted one Upton resident via Facebook, he and his aunt motored out to the middle of the lake on a still summer day bereft of other boats. Going for one of the big ones, he wound his pole back behind his shoulder to perfect his cast, but caught his aunt’s posterior instead. To make matters worse, a swell of unknown origin  crashed into the small boat, nearly depositing the boy and the woman into the lake. The two hastily beat a retreat  to shore, each resolving to never go near the unholy mere ever again.

A few years later, another account goes, a man’s ice fishing trip came to a halt when the monster burst through the lake’s frozen hide. The following day, people found a 50-yard rip in the three-foot thick ice. The latest account I could gather happened in the early 90s during a fishing derby. While setting up their camper, a pack of derby contestants noticed something large moving through the water, rise up, then descend beneath the waves.

Throughout the years, folks have described Smetty as a gargoyle, a flying fish with claws, an alligator-like creature, a giant seahorse, and as “a blob that upsets fisherman’s [sic] boats.” And  probably as scores other colorful chimeras.

Could Smetty lore be a simple as cases of mistaken identity? Tall tales? The product of overactive imaginations? Or could there really be a holdover from the Jurassic terrorizing the dark depths of the region’s most famous lake? What do you think? Chime in below and let us know!

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1 comment:

  1. I'm guessing there are limestone caverns beneath this lake...as there are in all the northern latitudinal lakes with ongoing "lake monster"/"water horse"-type sightings. Thus making it pretty obvious these are primarily subterranean creatures, who merely visit surface lakes as part of their life cycle (possibly to spawn). If they lived in these lakes all the time, they simply wouldn't be cryptids; they'd be very well known to us. It's the fact they spend the vast bulk of their life in underground waterways, that prevents us from cataloging them in the manner of, say, the gorilla or the okapi.

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