Goosefeather Pond

Good luck finding this pond. I’ll help, if I can. From Oak Hill Road, you can only head east on Scobie Road. About a quarter mile down, on the left, is a tiny pull-​out, just enough for two cars, with an even tinier sign that reads «Goosefeather Pond.» You’ll drive right by it, I know. I have, and I already KNOW where it is. If you get to the «Giant Field of Antennae» you’ll know you’ve gone too far. (With all those towers, I can’t help but sing the Tom Waits song, «What’s He Building In There?» I’m pretty sure he bought the thousand-​pack of «No Trespassing» signs. Sheesh, we get it. Stay out. Okay, okay.)
Walk about a hundred yards straight south from the «parking area» and you’ll see Goosefeather. The dam is at the opposite end, and that’s the deeper end. Very quiet, private, serene. A private residence is just to the west; they have a short bit of frontage on the pond, too. Stay clear of their property, if in fact it IS their property…
Look for the trail to the east of the little parking lot; I made the mistake of heading right toward the lake and discovered the swamp instead.
The fishing is un-​spectacular with all the usual suspects: bluegills, perch, bluegill, sunfish and bluegill. There may be bass; I’ll have to go back and check. One of the park service’s finest was carefully manicuring the lawn by the dam, just in case anyone else can find this place. Aside from sitting on the grass or fishing, there really isn’t much more this spot has to offer. Bird-​watching, I suppose. Navel-​gazing. Woogling, if you’re careful.