The Stuff of Legend: Thomas "Big Foot" Spencer

The first person I ever discovered in my family tree that had a Wikipedia page was the Reverend John Mayo, who was the first pastor of the 2nd Church of Boston (a century later it would be known as the "Old North Church"). Little did I know at the time that having Wikipedia-people in my family tree was not going to be a rare or unusual occurrence.

With so many ancestors traceable to 17th century Massachusetts and Virginia, the likelihood of running into folks who were important enough to merit a Wikipedia article is pretty high. Not that these people were necessarily admirable, mind you. Some of them I do admire (John Adams, my 3rd cousin, 8x removed, for example). Many of them, not so much.

One of my most "colorful" ancestors doesn't actually have a Wikipedia page, but probably should. His name was Thomas Sharpe "Big Foot" Spencer. He was one of the early white settlers in Tennessee. According to the legend, he lived for at least one winter inside a giant hollow sycamore tree! That was around Bledsoe's Lick (today known as Castalian Springs in Sumner County). There's even a monument where the sycamore once stood!

And of course there are tall tales. One man who knew him said this about him:
“Thomas Spencer was remarkably fond of bear meat,” A.W. Putnam recalled. “(He) could find and kill more bears, and fatter ones, than any other two hunters.” 
Putnam also recalled that Spencer routinely “greased his meals with a pint of bear’s oil.”

And then there's this:

Spencer also got into the occasional fight. On one occasion, Spencer picked up another man and tossed him over an 8-foot-tall fence. The man calmed down and politely asked Big Foot if he could throw his horse over the fence as well.  [Quoted from an article in the Williamson Herald.]

"Big Foot" Spencer was the grandson of my 7G Grandfather, Abraham Spencer (1700-1762), which makes him my 1st cousin 7x removed. He came to Tennessee right around 1776, which also happens to be the year his father died. He helped the settlers when he could, but like any good Longhunter, he kept to himself and was also respected by the Indians (the legends always say that). He was known for his size, his amazing strength, and of course his hollow tree. Despite the fact that he was "respected by the Indians," he was killed by them in Crab Orchard, Tennessee, in 1794 (perhaps in a skirmish at the end of the Chickamauga wars). Crab Orhard is where you'll find this roadside marker on Route 70:


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