I use to plunk with an old tree faller who was in his late 80's early 90's. He was tough and would hike down into this plunking spot and fish. It is private property and has bunks, chairs, wood stoves and what have you. One of the times he was fishing by himself returned to his car and found someone had drilled the bottom of his gas tank out and stole the fuel. The fuking stunt could have killed him. Luckily someone came down to fish which isn't super common there and helped him out. It was nowhere in walking distance for a man that age.