
Indian massacres, settlers butchered, grizzly attacks and bloodthirsty highwaymen.
Growing up I’d heard the stories from the old timers that were born around the turn of the last century. In many cases, anecdotal history was passed down to the old timers from their fathers and grandfathers.
The stories detailed things like disembodied native voices singing near places were Yahi Indians that had been obliterated by settlers in the middle 1800’s and blood chilling moans near a spring in Battle Creek canyon where a trapper had been mauled by a grizzly and left for dead. Legend has it that the trapper lingered for several days before ultimately giving in to fever and infection.
Other stories talk about modern folks hiking or riding deep into the canyons and disappearing without a trace. Vegetation tangled gullies and ample caves in the lava rims give sanctuary to crooks and outlaws, in yesteryear and today. Bears, lions and rattlesnakes. Anything is possible in those canyons where few travel and cell phones seldom work.
My experiences in the basalt crowned canyons of eastern Tehama County haven’t been sinister in the least. On the contrary, some of my fondest memories come from chasing feisty trout and sleek bucks in drainages like Battle Creek, Mill Creek, Deer Creek and others. Yet based on more than two decades of research I’m intimately familiar with the history of the region and I can attest that if those canyons aren’t haunted they certainly should be.
My first experience trout fishing in the region dates back to the bygone ‘70’s on a stream named Nanny Creek. I was around 8 years old and my Uncle Bob had taken up fly fishing. This was a pretty alien concept to dad and I.