Pursuing the Wog

This past week found me in Georgia. The southern state, not the country in the former Soviet Union. While there I made plans to seek out Nodoroc, the “mud volcano” of central Georgia, and the point of origin for the Hellhound-like “Wog” of Creek Indian and early settler legend. The problem is, Nodoroc is today located on private property. Can I just be honest with y’all for a minute? This latter fact has less to do with me not going there than the fact that I probably wouldn’t be able to find it without someone to take me there. (It’s located in the woods, mind you, and isn’t marked on any map. For sure GPS won’t get you there.) My friend Denise Roffe of the Southeastern Institute of Paranormal Research, the same lady who facilitated my seeking out and finding the grave of the Werewolf of Georgia, put me in touch with a guy who was supposed to take me out to the site. Alas, the guy never bothered to return my phone calls. I remain, however, undaunted. I will continue to pester the guy, and the next time I get the chance to visit Georgia (still the southern state, not the country formerly a part of the Soviet Union) I will again undertake to locate Nodoroc.

If only the little town of Winder, Georgia (the southern state, not the country…ah, hell, you know) would embrace their Wog the way the people of Rhinelander, Wisconsin have their Hodag. So many missed opportunities. They ought to make the Wog their town mascot, and operate Nodoroc as a tourist attraction!