It all started with the Indians.
Many moons ago an Indian tribe, the Fugarwes, led by a chieftan named Conococheague, for whom a nearby mountain is named, led his tribe over that mountain from nearby Franklin County.
The tribe was lost in the vast woods. A brave shinnied up a tall hemlock tree to scan the territory, hollered back down to the tribe, "Where the fugarwe?" And that's how
the tribe got it's name. And that's how Possum Hollow was inhabited.
Chief Conococheague had a beautiful daughter, Princess Falling Rocks. She was pursued by young braves for miles around. One day the chief discovered his daughter was gone. It was believed she went her first cousin, Sacajawea (sp), who followed Lewis and Clark out to explore the West. The chief was heartbroken. He put out scouts to spread the word of his daughter's disappearance, Indians all over the lands posted signs. Even today, those signs can be seen around the country, "WATCH FOR FALLING ROCKS."
In the 1800's the area was explored by the white man. Late 1800's the white man decided to cut down all of the trees. They gave the Indians Irish whisky and stole their land. They built a railroad into the region to haul out the logs. By 1920
the virgin timber was gone, the railroad shut down, the Indians were run out. Those poor souls who missed the last train out were stuck here. Their decendants remain to this day.
The town grew from the 1890's through the early 1900's. There once were 300 residents, 2 churches, 5 taverns, a shopping mall, a dance hall, and a motel. By the 1920's the town declined after the railroad left. The motel became an antique mall,
that only lasted a few years, antiques weren't in demand until the 1970's, and the remaining twelve residents weren't collectors.
Deer hunting has always been the pasttime, and a decent living. Year around, of course. When the pipeline came through the few remaining residents found a new way to make a living, other than moonshine. Stealing gas is profitable to this day.