I fished a spot on a private river in approximately the same location when we were staying at a house on the river for my neighbor’s college graduation party. I didn’t know it was private or had any special rules…I just saw the creek running in front of the house and hauled ass to Wally World to buy a cheap spinning rod and a Couple of small rebel crawfish. I wasn’t informed of the rules until 7 of our hammered asses were finishing the last pieces two giant browns, one ginormous rainbow, and two nice Brookies that I caught in approximately 8 casts. Oops! Truly the epitome of “better to ask for forgiveness than for permission.”
That said, I’m suspecting this might be the same creek. Regardless, it’s the same deal, and this trip is worth a pretty penny. to experience.
“I can’t wait ‘till I’m grown” is the stupidest @!#* I ever said!
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