Andrew Boggs-Strong Man
Not all the tales that were spun around the potbelly stove were “tales”. Some (like the one I am
about to relate about Andrew Boggs, Jr.) actually contained a pretty good portion of fact ....with just a
pinch of embellishment to add a little spice. Everyone in our neck of the woods had heard of Andrew
Boggs, who was born on November 29, 1815. He was a legend! My grandfather Smith and Uncle
Cooper Smith, both born in the 1870’s, were about as close to knowing him as anyone around, and
both knew stories about Andrew Boggs and his strength.
Before I begin that story, I just want to say a little about Uncle Cooper, who was a strong man in
his own right. Uncle Cooper (1875 – 1967) was my Grandad’s Smith’s brother. Andy Boggs was 60
years old when Uncle Cooper was born, as the living legend of Andy Boggs was being told. As a kid
in the late 40’s - early 50’s, I can remember Uncle Cooper (in his early 70’s) showing us kids his strength by picking up an anvil made from the steel of a railroad rail, by the horn, with one hand, and holding it out at arms length. I don’t rightly know how heavy that anvil was…I know I couldn’t
lift it…and that was all I needed to know. He would take a 10 pound sledge hammer and, while
holding it at the end of its handle, lower it to his nose and lift it back to vertical. Then he would turn
to my brother and me and say “When you can do that, you will be men!”
Now getting back to my original tale, one evening around six o’clock, the store was full of warmth
from the potbelly stove and some men sitting around, who were filling their pipes or cutting a fresh plug of tobacco. They began talking about how the folks now-a-days are just not like the way old folks used to be. I
remember wondering what exactly that meant…now I know. Anyway, someone brought up Andrew
Boggs’s name and the conversation sort of revved up.
Best Gunsmith in the Country
Uncle Cooper said that Andrew Boggs was one of the best gunsmiths in the country, if not the
entire world, and folks came from all around to buy one of his hand made muzzle-loader rifles. One
such fellow arrived at Andrew’s shop to do some business and when the work was finished, he
declared that he did not have the funds to pay for his goods. Andrew, without speaking a word, walked
outside to where the fellow had tied up his mule…untied the animal, bent over and put his head under
the mule’s belly, wrapped his arms around its legs and hoisted it up on his shoulders. He then walked
about ten paces and placed the surprised animal on the roof of a shed. Turning to the fellow, he said
“That there mule will stay right where he is until you come up with a payment!”
That brought on some shuffling of feet and a couple of comments about how in the world a man
could ever lift a mule. As was usually the case, another story followed about Andrew and some fellow
(name unknown) who were arguing about which one was the strongest. The fellow finally suggested,
with some authority, that they should just fight to see which one was the strongest. So Andrew took
off his shop apron and followed his challenger outside behind the gunsmith’s shop for the contest. There were of a lot of small saplings and brush growing around the place and both men complained there
was not enough room to have a good fight. So they started clearing a space by pulling the saplings up
by the root. As the story goes, some of the saplings were as big as your arm, and Andrew was pulling
them up two at a time - with each arm…finally the fellow conceded and declared Andrew to be the strongest man in them parts.
Boggs reported in the WV News
Now those two accounts were tales told around the pot belly stove, and were most likely a blend
of truth and legend, but what I am about to relate is documented from the Webster Republican, a 1964 local
newspaper in Webster Springs, WV. The article was printed sometime in September and since I have
only a clipping from the paper, there is no indication who the author was. It read:
Andrew Boggs, Jr, was born November 29 1815, and married Mary Lake in 1839 and together they
reared seven sons and daughters. Andrew and his brother were gunsmiths. Andy, Jr., could make the
closest shooting guns of his day; they had the percussion lock and shot a patched ball.
These guns were hand made (meaning lock, stock and barrel) and widely known as the American
squirrel rifle. These muzzle-loading rifles were said to be the most accurate shooting guns in the world.
Sportsmen who possessed a "Bogg's rifle”*, if they were good marksmen, generally carried off the prize
at shooting matches.
*Bogg's rifle photo not available, click here to see a replica of an 1800's percussion rifle.
Besides being a gunsmith, Andrew Boggs excelled most men in strength. In comparing his great
strength with that of ordinary men, it is said that he would place a handspike (a bar or lever used to
move logs) under a log and let a good strong man take one end of the spike and he the other. When
the load would become too heavy for the other fellow, Andy, Jr. would put his arm around the log, pull
it over his hip and carry it along with ease. He could lift a 125 pound anvil by the small end with one
hand and pitch it for 10 feet. (Undoubtedly where Uncle Cooper got the idea, although I never saw him
The article continues, that Andrew, Jr., at one time, went into a bear thicket on the Little Kanawha
River and, after stationing some men at various places around the outside of the thicket, he chased a
couple of bears out. At the sight of the bears, the men lost their nerve and ran. This greatly infuriated
Andy and he threatened dire punishment to the absconders for what he called rank cowardice. Andy
took after the bears on foot, and ran for a mile before overtaking one of them as it was crossing a large
log. Boggs took hold of the animal as he was on top of the log and held him there until Samuel T.
Miller came up and stabbed the bear with his knife and killed it. *The reference to Samuel T. Miller is
taken directly from the account in the Webster Republican, without any further introduction of who he
was. However, further in the article, the author gave the following account of Samuel F Miller:
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In the generation following Andy Boggs, Jr., was William Moore, the shoemaker of Webster Springs. He
was better known as “Bill Moore.” His boots and shoes were prized just as highly as the sportsmen
prized the Bogg's rifle. I doubt seriously if anyone really had the strength of this man. The following
incident happened in the latter 1890 on Gauley River during the hunting season. Samuel F. Miller and
Bill Moore went deer hunting at Turkey Creek and they had killed a deer which they brought down to
the Gauley River (shown above). Bill loaded the deer, Mr. Miller and both guns on his back and waded across the river
full of floating ice with perfect ease. Bill Moore was a man of remarkable strength and history can
furnish fewer instances of greater strength and endurance than that of Boggs and Moore.
It is also told of Andy Boggs that he could hold, in one hand, a mountain rifle with a 48” barrel and
drive the center of a target at 60 paces, off hand.
As a young boy, these stories were bigger than life and certainly Andrew Boggs was envisioned as
a giant. I can still remember wondering if that poor mule ever got anything to eat while standing on
the roof of that shed, waiting for his owner to come back with the money.
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Even in passing, Andrew Boggs left his mark in WV history. A large rock remains that Andrew "Andy" Boggs reportedly moved from the Lewis County side of the Little Kanawha River to his mill site in the
late 1800s. Boggs was the first to be buried on top of a hill east of the millstone in the area now known
as Boggs cemetery. Legend reveals that, during the Civil War, Andy, who was sympathetic with the
Confederacy, hid from the Yankees on that hilltop. He is said to have remarked, "If one could hide from
the Yankees there, surely it would be a good place to hide from the devil."
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