The Maple Grove Campground is next to an approved Pennsylvania trout waters called Cherry Run. I have been around this creek all of my life in various ways. I have fished, trapped and hunted on or about this creek. I have learned history of those of past people and times who made their homes along these waters. In my youth, and continuing on today, I find relatives among these hills and hollows. Many great and cherished memories surround this watershed.
My father grew up at the intersections of SR 422 and the Margaret and Brick Church Roads. My mother grew up near Rearick’s Ford. This site is farther south between the mouth of Cherry Run and Crooked Creek. Rearick’s Ford is another several mil;es south along the Crooked Creek. The areas between their two homes yielded many relatives over the years.
On July 1, I knew I was to play music at the campground so I allowed extra time and an old pair of shoes to be included in my vehicle. I began my wade/hike north on Cherry Run. I visited a man-made wetlands all the time taking photos and seeing any kinds of wildlife I could. The stream was low due to the lack of rain. I still manged to become saturated to the knee in some of the deeper holes. (There were some holes deeper than I cared to walk too. I circumvented the deeper water areas.)
Years ago I would sometimes wade the middle of certain sections of the creek armed with a four-foot fishing rod. The thick bank vegetation would not allow access any other way. The snakes never bothered me as they would drop from limbs into the water to escape my approach.
I saw some trout in the water. I, also, saw a great blue heron and a green heron. I saw numerous specie of bird life; one deer; only one snake and a squirrel.
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