---

Home of The Choptank Riverboat Company!

410-943-4689 • info@suicidebridge.com

The Legend of Suicide Bridge

Secretary – The first victim of Suicide Bridge was a postmaster from Hurlock, who shot himself and then fell into the waters of Cabin Creek. The second victim was a farmer who also shot himself and fell from the bridge to the swirling waters of the Dorchester county creek. Next was a man who some say willfully drove off the 21-foot-high bridge, while others say he met with foul play.

Pete Moxey, a lifelong resident of the area was eight or nine years old when this incident happened. “It’s the first one I remember. A fellow who was short, stocky and black with the nickname of “Frog,” they say he jumped off the bridge and struck his head on one of the pilings. But the word was going around that there was foul play involved. I don’t know” Mr. Moxey said. He remembers that once the body was found, “they put him on a table over there in a picnic area and did an autopsy, right in the open.” Mr. Moxey was only a youngster then, so he was sent home before the autopsy was performed.  

The original bridge was a wooden structure built around 1888. The second bridge, also wooden and only one lane, was built around 1910. The third bridge was also wooden but covered with asphalt, was built in 1967 and dedicated in 1968. (It was rebuilt again in 2005.) Locals apparently have always called it Suicide Bridge.  

Mr. Moxey said he was surprised at how quickly another suicide occurred after the third bridge was built. “It was up for 6 months and then bingo, somebody went off,” he said. “I helped pull that guy out of the water. He had been a long-time employee of continental can in Hurlock, and was just coming off a long vacation,” Mr. Moxey said, “instead of going back to work he drove here, parked his car and jumped off the bridge.”  

After rescuers located the body, Mr. Moxey said, the ropes got tangled and he got into his boat to help bring the body out. The body was then placed on the dock. “The blood soaked into the wood on the dock and it wouldn’t wash away,” said Moxey. “It was there for about five years until I tore it down and built another one.”

Another man who was born and raised within a half of a mile of the bridge, moved away for quite a few years, came back, parked his car by the foot of the bridge and shot himself. “I don’t think the bridge is jinxed. Maybe it’s just the name that brings them here,” Mr. Moxey said of the suicides.

In a more recent incident, Dave Nickerson, who lived across the creek next to the bridge, was awakened one morning by calls of “Help…Help.” Seeing a car parked on the bridge, he immediately got into his skiff and zoomed to the area where the calls were coming from. He pulled a woman from the icy waters who had apparently changed her mind about committing suicide. Nickerson immediately took her ashore, ran to her car, which was running and parked on the bridge and drove to the skiff. When he tried to get the woman into the warm car she replied, “I don’t want to get the seats wet – it’s a new car!”