The Last Deer

[Editor’s Note:  After hitting another deer on the road en route to work, I felt this story was a little relevant.]

As you travel the roads of upper Appalachia, whether they are the modern asphalt highways or the worn in dirt roads, it is hard not to see the constant presence of the whitetail deer. Signs dot the state routes warning of heavy deer crossing areas and a seemingly endless number of deer are seen throughout the area. It is almost unconceivable to think that for a century these silent beasts of the forest were nonexistent in the area.

When the French and British traders first began to explore the area of upper Appalachia they found many native wildlife species that soon became highly sought after trade goods. The pelts of beaver, fox, bear, panther, wolf, and deer became the driving force for western expansion and helped to put early America on the map as an invaluable source of commerce for the European markets. Moreover, the pelts were not all sent over the Atlantic, many were used bought and traded within the colonies, so much so that the deer pelt became interchangeable with forms of currency. The deer pelt was a very common and easily harvested fur to the point that the value of the skin was worth a dollar; therefore, since actual legal tender was in short supply on the frontier the hide of the deer was a common substitute as a form of currency. This is where the synonym of “a buck” came into being for the dollar.

The deer continued to be hunted and traded as western expansion crawled further and further west. As communities began to pop up along the ridges and valleys of the greater Ohio Valley the deer population began to decline as they were hunted as both a food source as well as a trade good.  By the 1830s a deer sighting became a rare event, as the forests were disappearing into cleared farmlands and the creatures were nearly hunted to the point of extinction.

In 1844, it became a historical fact that the last deer in Carroll County, Ohio was killed. James Ferrell a resident of Fox Township, in Carroll County and one of the original county commissioners was travelling the North Branch of Yellow Creek, when he spotted a deer. The deer was at a small salt lick and quickly spotted Ferrell. A chase then commenced and for three days a lengthy pursuit occurred crisscrossing the rough terrain of Northern Jefferson and Eastern Carroll counties. The chase ended by a well-placed rifle shot from Mr. Ferrell which dropped the weary beast, at which point a large feast was then held and the last of the native venison was savored by all of those in attendance.  

Deer in the area remained to be nonexistent for many decades to come.  Moreover, during the 1910s and 20s it was determined that deer no longer existed within the state of Ohio by the Ohio Division of Natural Resources.  This is further evidenced by a newspaper clipping from the Massillon Independent in 1926. In the article it describes how police were called to a Perry Township residence just west of Canton in Stark County, Ohio, to investigate “a horned beast, scaring the local citizens.” Upon further investigation that resulted in the death of the “beast” it was determined that the animal was in fact a buck that was believed to have travelled from deep in the mountains of Pennsylvania.

In years that followed the Stark County incident, deer slowly began to work their way back into the area. They began a slow steady growth in and around Ohio. By 1990, the deer population was estimated to be around 150,000 in the state of Ohio.  The current deer population is estimated to be close to 750,000 deer, where a reported 27,000 where killed on the roads by motorists and 261,000 deer were killed in Ohio by hunters with over 2000 killed in Carroll County.

It is hard to ever imagine a time without deer being a constant presence, and one can only imagine if you told James Ferrell that there would be so many deer roaming the area what his response would be.  However, although they create a lot of damage by way of vehicles and crop destruction they are still a mystical wonder of the woods that helped to establish this area in its pioneer days. Just as it hard to imagine what it would be like without deer around it is hard to imagine what this area would be like if we never had them.

The Father of Carroll County

Editor’s Note: Since today is Father’s Day, I figured it was altogether proper and fitting that a history of Isaac Atkinson should be told as he is considered the “Father of Carroll County.”

There are so many things in life that you take for granted; never considering the how or whys of it. Such as the luxuries found in your own hometown.  For example, you do not really consider the matter of when you have to do county business, like paying those dreadful taxes, that you do not need to travel thirty miles away or the fact that the town is large enough that if you get a fast food craving or want to go grocery shopping you can just cruise into town in mere minutes. You never consider the fact that had it not truly been for one man; that this might just be another crossroads nestled among some rolling hills. This is the story of Isaac Atkinson, “The Father of Carroll County,” who took the small crossroads, backwoods town of Centreville and turned it into Carrollton, Ohio the county seat of Carroll County.



Isaac Atkinson
"Father of Carroll County"



Isaac Atkinson was born July 1, 1797 to Stephen and Mary (McMahon) Atkinson in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.  Here he received his education in the classic one room school house, and soon obtained a solid sense of business by working in his father’s store. Around 1818, Isaac moved to Middleton in Columbiana County, Ohio and remained here for about four years before relocating to Centreville in southern Columbiana County.

When Isaac moved to Centreville, he came to a small town that less than seven years before had been carved out of the wooded rolling hills and platted by Peter Bohart.  Although the town had grown considerably since it was laid out on October 4, 1815, especially since it was located at the busy crossroads of the Steubenville-Canton and New Lisbon-Cadiz Pikes, its growth had plateaued as its all of its plots were close to being occupied. Isaac soon built a log store and home on the western edge of town (on present day South High Street between Main and 2^nd Street SW), and grew quite successful. When Peter Bohart passed away in April of 1825, Isaac saw the opportunity to grow his wealth and the village in which he lived and purchased the Bohart Estate.

A Forgotten Forefather

Throughout the course of time there have been a countless number of men that have performed tasks of great distinction and are forever remembered in the annals of history, yet there are even more men who have perform just as nobly and have all but been forgotten.  Many of these forgotten men laid the very footing of the civilization that we live in today. Moreover, many of us can call them our ancestors, they are the roots of which we derive from; a thread in our lives’ fabrics, and an unknown moral compass within us. This is the story of one of these men; this is the story of Jonas Groves.

In researching the life of Jonas Groves, it quickly becomes apparent that much of his life is still submerged in the murky waters of history, yet to surface to the modern researcher. However, the story of his life that is known is that quite full of merit and well worth recording in the annuals of history. What is known is that Jonas Groves was born in 1743, and at the age of seventeen volunteered for service in the French and Indian War. He enlisted in 1761 with Major Robert Rogers and his Rangers, and quickly became one of the feared scouts.

Roberts’ Rangers were a fierce bunch of backwoods pioneers who fought for the British Crown against the French and Indians in the northwest frontier of the Great Lakes region. They were well known as being one of the only combatant groups, besides Indians, that could function in theses harsh terrains and harsher winters. Major Roberts led his Rangers on many raids in the dead of winter against French towns and encampments, using primitive snowshoes and walking across frozen lakes and rivers.

On February 10, 1763, the Treaty of Paris was signed by France and England ultimately ending formal warfare between the two countries and bringing the seven year French and Indian War to a close. As part of the surrender terms the French were to relinquish Fort Detroit over to British control, and Major Roberts and his Rangers were assigned the task of taking control of the fort and supplying it.

Jonas Groves was sent to Buffalo, New York along with several other Rangers to gather supplies and ferry them across Lake Erie to Fort Detroit.  On May 30, 1763, while Jonas and 117 other Rangers were ferrying supplies in open boats to Fort Detroit they were attacked by a large band of Ottawa Indian warriors. Although they were twenty-five miles from the fort and in open water, they were surprised and ambushed, suffering heavy casualties. Of the one hundred and eighteen men on the lake, only eight Rangers, including Jonas Groves, survived and were taken captive.

The Man of the Tavern, Who Built a Town - Peter Bohart

Peter Bohart (1777-1825)

In 1809, a German immigrant, moved from Washington County, Pennsylvania to a small cross road in the new state of Ohio.  He soon built a two story log tavern at the cross roads of the Steubenville to Canton and New Lisbon to Cadiz pikes.  In the following years he slowly acquired land and on October 4, 1815 he platted the village of Centerville, Ohio.  His name was Peter Bohart. 

Bohart’s dream of a town started with the profitability of the whiskey and distillery business in the “West.” He recognized that as a result of the proximity of the village two basic needs had to be met. First, since the nearest market was thirty miles away, over rough terrain and sometimes impassable roads, marred with dangers, a market had to be established to sell the local goods and products of the area. The second need was a tavern and lodging for the weary travelers along the pikes.  Thus with his German grit and his sense of pioneering he went to work at meeting both needs for the area.