Back in the University days a few of the Chubs crew frequented a small creek in Ohio to escape studying and football practice. We drank Labatt, smoked bugler, found a bunch of cow and deer bones, and caught a few smallmouth. We also got harassed by the Ohio grassman at one point for checking out his hut.
Grassman hut circa 2008, he threw rocks at us.
Back in the day the cows would watch us fish and drink
On a college budget it was tough to let go of any lure, even if it was a 30 cent curly tail
Five years later we were able to head back there, nab a few smallies and rock bass before heading to reunion events.
Back in this with the fly rods
Damn fine creek
