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Smithy in the Deep Water

Smith Mountain Lake has its own sort of personality. I have been out there a few times, watching the light fade across the water, and it always feels like the lake is keeping a secret. It is beautiful, sure, but it is also deep and full of things left behind when the dam was built in the 1960s. Whole farms and crossroads are down there, barns and churches, even graveyards. When the water filled, it swallowed entire towns and left them quiet under hundreds of feet of lake.

That is where people say Smithy came from. Some tell it straight, saying a catfish or some other big fish was trapped and grew to impossible size. Others lean into the mystery and believe the drowned towns made a spirit, something stitched together from all that loss and memory, swimming in the dark below.

The stories change depending on who you talk to. Fishermen mention heavy lines snapping, divers speak of shadows moving under them that their lights could not touch, and campers swear they saw ripples cutting against the wind, a trail too wide to be any boat.

There are even tales of voices under the water. Someone’s motor dies mid-lake, and over the stillness comes a sound like murmuring. Just when it seems like the words might become clear, the boat rocks and something brushes beneath it. A reminder that not everything under there is truly at rest.

Whether Smithy is a fish, a spirit, or only the lake’s imagination, the legend keeps people aware of what lies below. Standing on the shore, it is easy to picture the rooftops and roads of the towns that once were, and maybe a watchful shape moving in that drowned world.

When I am out there at night, I find myself looking a little harder at the surface, listening for the sudden silence of cicadas, waiting for the ripple that means something old is stirring. I do not let my feet dangle off the dock after midnight.

Tags: Smith Mountain Lake, Virginia folklore, lake monsters, local legends, cryptids, drowned towns, journal