Plánice, located in the Klatovsk region, is an increasingly sought-after place for recreation and relaxation due to its picturesqueness, history, architectural monuments, the beautiful nature of its surroundings and sports activities. 940 inhabitants live in Plánice, the administrative territory includes another 11 villages. Among the cultural monuments are mainly the pilgrimage church of the Nativity of the Virgin Mary built by K.I.Dientzenhofer, in the settlement of Nicov, located 2 km east of Plánice, the parish church of St. Blaise and the Marian column with the sculpture of the Holy Trinity, which was completely renovated in 1998-99.

Plánice can boast of many important natives or personalities who worked here. The most important one is undoubtedly František Křižík (1847-1941), inventor and pioneer of the development of electrification in Bohemia. Museum of F.K. is located in his birthplace.

In recent years, a lot has been done for the development of the city, a multi-purpose sports complex with year-round operation was built (in the winter months it is used as an ice rink). In 2004, the area was supplemented with a children's playground, financed by sponsors and business partners of the municipality, and in 2005 by the construction (reconstruction) of the primary school gymnasium.

In 2001, the Association House was ceremoniously opened in Plánica, with the construction of which the town received a social facility with a large enough hall for better functioning of civic and association activities. At the appropriate level, this house also serves as a cultural and social center of the entire Plánicko microregion. All local associations participated in the construction of this house in the form of free jobs.


Among other things, the following rumor also relates to Plánica:

How music saved the piper from the wolves

Several cottages used to stand on the site of today's Sušická Street in Plánice. This place was called Kout. After all, the end of Sušická street still has the independent name V Koutě (1). Here stood an old cottage where beer was on tap. Even in this case, it is not possible to speak directly about a pub, because it was an outbuilding in which its owner simply tapped beer in the hall, and only on the days of annual markets and fairs (2). After one of these fairs, a diverse company - townspeople and market people - gathered in the hall. The party was in full swing and the bartender barely had time to pour beer from the Plánice manor brewery into the mugs. The pub was busy and buzzing like a beehive. Those present were even more delighted when the door opened and a piper stood in it. They quickly invited him to the table and enjoyed the naughty songs he played. Many of them sang themselves to the piper's playing. The guests also duly appreciated the musicianship and honored the lovely piper with a ringing coin. Others saw to it that his jug did not remain empty. The lights of the windows of this pub shone long into the night.

After midnight, however, the guests quickly disappeared one by one, and even the tired innkeeper sat down. So the piper took his pipes and went out into the dark night. The heavens were under a heavy curtain of dark clouds, so that neither the moon nor the stars could be seen. The piper had drunk a lot, so he staggered with an unsteady step, and every now and then he tripped over something. He hummed a whimsical polka and rejoiced at how well he was treated and paid well in Plánica. In the forest behind Šiškovka, he lost his way and thought he would take a shortcut home. He avoided trees and thick brush, dry twigs cracking under him as he walked. Suddenly he lost his footing and fell into an unknown abyss. Fortunately, he landed on the soft side, but he still took a bit of a beating. He was only worried about his bagpipes, he pressed them tighter. Then he sat on his back and tried to see through the darkness of the hole. Suddenly, he saw several glowing greenish lights cautiously approaching him. He heard a whimper and a snapping of teeth. A chill ran through his body. It was as if death itself had touched him. He already realized where he fell - into the wolf's den! The moon finally appeared in a gap in the clouds, and its pale light shone into the piper's hole to illuminate an old she-wolf with bristling fur, who opened her mouth full of sharp teeth in front of the piper, as if she wanted to show him which way the unfortunate guest would take . The piper quickly sobered up and instinctively pressed his pipes which made a wailing sound. The she-wolf and the wolves behind her were startled and retreated a little, so the piper began to play, and wailing notes carried through the silence of the forest. The bagpipes wept, wailed, lamented the black night of the piper's accident.

The mournful melodies discouraged the wolves so much that they retreated to the opposite corner of the den. After a while, the she-wolf began to accompany the bagpipes with her drawn-out howl. Terrible noises carried through the plain forests and struck fear into even the bravest of men. Four large wolf cubs huddled close to their mother, who with their tongues stuck out grumpily looked at the intruder of their abode. She could feel the warm blood in him that tastes so good and that she likes so much. To the piper, the minutes spent in the hole seemed like an endless eternity.


When the moon again illuminated the forest hideout, he took a better look around. Fortunately, the bagpiper had all five together, and the "old beast" sounded in him, a true musician who knows how to handle every situation and can get out of every quagmire. All of a sudden he flung himself up like a string, caught on the edge of the root pit, and swung himself to the surface. He clutched his bagpipes to his chest and fled, running as fast as his legs could, jumping over fallen logs and boulders and not daring to look back. He got home all tattered and exhausted to death.

The forest where the piper fell into the wolf's den was then called the wolf's forest. After all, even today, if you look at the map, you will find a short path behind Plánící Vlčí hora (3). The last wolf was then shot on December 2, 1874 in the Lipka forest near Vimperka. Today, wolves are returning to the Šumava region, perhaps even near Plánice.
The legend was compiled by Miroslav Hrdlička and included in his book Křižík's native region I., which he self-published shortly after the Second World War. The exact year of publication is not given in the publication. This rumor is also marginally mentioned by Josef Biskup in the book From the Darkness of the Past II., Bezděkov u Klatov 1937.

1. The cottage stood on the site of today's house No. 148 in Sušická street. There is another legend related to it U čtrnácti pomocníků - it tells about a shepherd who found a broken wooden cross under the forest of Lazcem near Plánice, where it was called "U ctrnácti pomocníků". In the evening, he returned for the damaged cross and dragged it to his backyard with the intention of chopping it up and burning it. That night, however, he was plagued by bad nightmares and devils. In the morning he took the cross back and the dark illusions left him.
2. In the course of the 16th century, the Šternberk family secured various rights and freedoms, the most important of which was the right to organize on the day of the Ascension of St. Cross fairs and also weekly cattle markets on Saturdays throughout Lent.

3. Vlčí hora (633 m above sea level) is located above Nova Plánící. It is said that in the 18th century there were still many wolves in Plánick.

Pramen: Rumors from the mysterious and magical places of Pošumaví, published by the Local Action Group of Pošumaví in cooperation with MAS St. John of Nepomuk and the Aktivios Civic Association as part of the three-volume publication Legends from mysterious and magical places as part of the cooperation project "Let's revive monuments and legends from mysterious and magical places together", supported by the Rural Development Program of the Czech Republic, measure IV.2.1.