I was lucky enough to live on this small pond in Cochituate MA when I was around 9 or 10 years old.
Distinctly remember catching hornpout with my mom, bluegills with bread crumbs with my brother and my dad and uncle catching a big pickerel one summer afternoon. Had an old metal rod and we also used hand lines with live crayfish found under the rocks.
Imagine this place highly influenced our retirement location/lifestyle (small pond for backyard in New England)