I have some offline questions for any who lives near Cooperstown or has experience on Sugar creek.  If you do and would like to talk about the creek, please send me a PM or something.  Thank you...

fallschirmjaeger
I have some offline questions for any who lives near Cooperstown or has experience on Sugar creek.  If you do and would like to talk about the creek, please send me a PM or something.  Thank you...

Fallschirmjaeger, shoot me a PM. I grew up outside of Cochranton and know the Cooperstown area of Sugar very well. We used to spend entire weekends wondering from the overpass on 322 down to French creek (following Wolf Run) and to the Allegheny. A buddy of mine, his family owned the hardware store in town, so we would take some supplies to make a camp and head out. 
 
Some great fishing, a lot of beer, and some beautiful country right there. We used to be able to park at the golf course, but the last time I was there it was posted no parking (unless golfing). It made easy upstream and downstream access. We used to camp under the 322 overpass in Wyattville. 
 
Great catfishing if you park at Valley Grove Elementary school and walk to where the creeks meet ! 
 
There was also a very nice pond we used to sneak into near Sugarcreek.....man, the stories we heard about the "old-man" who owned the property.....he was all but a legend ! Figuratively and literally ! I met him years later and found out 1) he was not an old man 2) he didn't have a problem with fisherman as long as the ask permission and 3) he never killed any kids and sunk them in his pond. For some reason I was a little disappointed ! 
 
Of course this was years ago......man, I miss those days !! 

Thanks Bass...PM sent

Yes thank you Bass, for some great memories. Spent many a summer day camping somewhere on Sugar's banks. Always my canvas knapsack on my back filled with a can or two of Cambells Soup and potatoes wrapped in tin foil, butter included. Overniter's would have a bedroll, canteen, and my trusty hatchet tagging along.

Those days may have passed but are never gone. The only difference between then and now, we did it back then.

Thanks again for the memories, that's why they call me BTDT..... Umm, when they ain't mad at me.

Good times and tight lines.

I still fish with a canvas backpack and hatchet...but I'm 38 years old.

BeenThereDoneThat.
Yes thank you Bass, for some great memories. Spent many a summer day camping somewhere on Sugar's banks. Always my canvas knapsack on my back filled with a can or two of Cambells Soup and potatoes wrapped in tin foil, butter included. Overniter's would have a bedroll, canteen, and my trusty hatchet tagging along.

Those days may have passed but are never gone. The only difference between then and now, we did it back then.

Thanks again for the memories, that's why they call me BTDT..... Umm, when they ain't mad at me.

Good times and tight lines.

 
Wow BTDT, I didn't know they had Campbell's soup when you were a kid !!! (sorry, had to say it). 
 
Those days have passed for me. The days of sleeping under a pine tree have been replaced by nice heated cabins. I still enjoy the adventure just as much, but it gets hard to forget life sometimes and just enjoy the world. When I was a kid, I worried about nothing. If I fell off a cliff and broke my leg, I didn't care. If I broke my arm slipping on moss covered shale.....I didn't care. 
 
Now, when I am out I am always thinking about responsibilities, what-if's.....and getting home safe. Now I think about having to cut the grass, wash the trucks, clean the garage. It makes it hard to enjoy the simplicity of Man vs. Stream.
 
Back then, Mom wasn't worried if you were out for 2 days, no cell phones to call and check-in. Heck, we never even told anyone where we were heading. We were too afraid of someone dad showing up and catching us with his Johnny Walker someone took.
 
 We were made comrades by having to rely on one another, we were made friend by watching each-others back, and we were made men by hiding our fears in hopes of not getting a ball busting. To us back then, we were going to war. We were off-grid. We were wild. We packed up our duffel bags determined to conquer whatever got in our path. 
 
Was it as exciting a I remember, probably not. Was it as dangerous as I would like to remember, nope. Was it as fun as I remember, you betcha. 
 
    

Ha ha, yep we had Cambells Soup back in the day and I think it has not changed one bit. Vegetable Beef still contains barely any beef and the Pork & Beans still has that one piece of bacon fat stuff. Yummy!!! 😝

Do ya remember Isaly's Chipped Chopped Ham. Man-O-Man those samidges were nothing short of delicious when placed on a Wye branch, cut with my trusty hatchet, then toasted over the camp fire. Add a can of Cambells Chicken Soup (with one piece of Chicken(I think it's chicken😞)) and we was dining in heaven.

Funny, you mention the reasons for no longer getting to stream side and so true they are.. My better half and I were discussing that very same subject, just last month. Then we went down the list crossing off the reasons preventing us from getting out and enjoying those river bank lunches.

When we finished there was but one reason remaining.... Our age.👴

Yep, Father Time has sneaked up on us but after considerable thought, we ain't gonna let him prevent us, from getting out into the Pennsylvania Wilds.

Our plans, while they may not include knapsacks and bed rolls, will rid us of those nuisance projects allowing us to once again enjoy what is in our back yard.

The first step began this past Monday, arriving in five boxes.






Step two begins Friday the 31st.


Good times and tight lines.

fallschirmjaeger
I still fish with a canvas backpack and hatchet...but I'm 38 years old.

May everyday be an enjoyable day for you.

While you're there, think of those fishing before you. Reels hadn't been invented yet, when some of them boys was walking the stream banks.

Nor where the streams stocked with carp, small mouth, and them stupid trout.😁

Good times and tight lines.

BTDT.....what the heck is it ?? 

RV hitch?