Stingy Jack’s is a never-before seen fall festival featuring Stingy’s Illuminated Pumpkin Trail, an unbelievable trail created by local artists out of pumpkins that light up when the sun goes down . Located in the spectacular mountains of Pisgah Forest in North Carolina, this down-home festival will appeal to young and old alike.
With the beautifully landscaped Mountains and Meadows Farm and Event Center at Turkey Pen as its scenic backdrop, Stingy Jack’s Pumpkin Patch offers something for everyone.
Come join Stingy for hours of enjoyment. Wander through Stingy’s Spooky Town Trail or hop on Stingy’s Enchanted Mystery Hayride. Then check out local crafters and merchants and enjoy tasty munchies at any one of our food vendors. Throughout the night, Stingy’s Ultimate Pumpkin Chunker will launch pumpkins into the wood. See how long you can last on the Human Hamster Wheel. Survive Stingy’s Zombie Challenge and save the world! Through it all, you can enjoy the sights and sounds of local entertainers, fire burners, and dance groups. Stingy Jack will also be around to spin a few tales. But you won’t want to leave before nightfall. Once the sun goes down, you’ll find yourself enchanted by Stingy’s incomparable pumpkin trails which depict uniquely crafted scenes all carved completely from pumpkins. Experience Stingy Jack’s Pumpkin Patch for yourself this fall!
The Story of Stingy Jack
So ya want to know da’ story of Singy Jack and how he came to be? Well…..Keep yer knickers on and I’ll tell ya’ da’ tale. How do I know, you ask? Because I-Am-Stingy-Jack!
Da’ legend goes back ages ago to a time when I was but a wee lad. Even da’ misgivin’s of me youth preceded me in the small village I grew up in outside of Dublin, Ireland. I was always given to mischief. Now, I’ve told a fib or two, but me own mum thought me a bit thick and full of blarney. As time passed, I grew into a miserable old prankster who loved to play tricks on everyone.
Since all the townsfolk didn’t pay me much attention, I made me home deep in the dark woods. When I needed something for meself, I’d march into the village where townsfolk would not even look me in the eye and they would cross the street just to avoid me. Maybe every now and again, I’d help myself to me favorite food, a turnip. The villagers didn’t take too kindly that I never offered up a coin for me food, so eventually the villagers didn’t want me visiting the town no more.
One particularly dreary day, I met my untimely demise. I’d spent my entire life on worthless and cruel endeavors of a miserable sort. Things had gone and gotten all boloxed up and me spirit was left to wander the dark and lonely mountains.
Truth be told, I was always a wee bit afraid of the darkness and wandering about in it gave me the shivers. If only an ol’ bloke could have a light. Well, someone must have taken pity on me poor soul, for I found an ember. I quickly placed the ember in me favorite food, a hollowed out turnip. Now a turnip in Ireland is like a pumpkin in America. And to this day I still roam the Earth with not a single place to rest me tattered ol’ bones, only me Jack O’ Lantern light’n da’ way. Things being what they are, I’ve lernt a thing or two. Especially I’ve lernt not to play mean tricks on people. Seems like people still are a little afraid of me, thinking I’ll be up to me old tricks. So to keep me away, villagers thought to carve up pumpkins and turnips to think I might not come around. Well now, as far as the rest of the tale….ya’s just have to stay tuned. Dere’s more to this adventure then you could possibly know!
Stingy’s Code of Conduct
At Stingy Jack’s Pumpkin Patch, I like to keep a close eye on your behavior — for your safety and for the enjoyment of others.
According to my code, no alcohol is permitted to be brought onsite. Drunk and “disruptive” visitors may be ejected from the grounds or parking lots without refund — tickets and/or parking costs will be forfeited. Visitors who appear drunk or unruly in the parking lot will not be allowed entrance. Unfortunately, violators may also be barred from future fairs. The same goes for visitors who verbally or physically harass other visitors, use lewd conduct or obscene language or gestures, or interfere with the festivities.
Please refrain from littering and smoking. This forest is my home, and it’s important to keep it clean and safe. Any damage to my property will result in ejection from the grounds.
Here’s a good rule of thumb to follow:
Enjoy yourself, but don’t infringe on the fun of other visitors.
Thanks for your cooperation!