I grew up a short bike ride from here. Cherokee Ranch if you're a local. In the mid to late 1970s we used to fish from a little wooden bridge made of RR ties.
Coming from 222 we took a right after crossing the creek, the bridge couldn't have been more then a couple hundred yards upstream.
The stream flowed to us from what seemed like impenetrable brush. We sat on the bridge and fished with corn and worms and such. a couple of huge carp lived under the bridge and we laughed about what would happen if we actually hooked one. We caught a few brookies, fall fish, chubs, sunnies, suckers, the occasional lost rainbow and some small bullheads but we always caught fish.
As the cars drove over the bridge, the ties moved like piano keys, lifting us up one at a time. It was hilarious. one day they replaced that little wooden bridge with a concrete one and we never caught much after that.
We moved to fishing under the railroad tubes and found suckers and trout easy pickins in the slow water under the arches.
I heard they put some kind of pumping station up in that tangle of brush and it warmed the creek but that's just hearsay. Didn't really fish much again until after high school.