Going wayyy back, we used to cut through the corn field and walk across this sketchy wood plank over a creek holding onto all our gear and a crazy hot Coleman lantern in the middle of the night. I was just a kid, not knowing what was going on. Before internet - it took real life experience to figure stuff out with the help of other anglers to guide you - if they weren’t super a holes (lots back then). Just angry old grumpy men catching f’all bottom bouncing while the trib slightly north of it was gettig raped by snaggers. Oh the good old days lol. I digress!