I agree with Dan, "special water" is a sacred thing. Your uncle must have trusted you with the location. The last thing that you want, is to show up one morning ready to play with the jerk on the end of your line to find crap littered all over the ground, trash, dead carcasas,.....you get the idea. Be careful who you share it with.

When I die, I hope Heaven has a fly shop.
Tight lines.