As life goes by and we get older, we leave behind some precious memories. My dad passed in '95. I always thought there would be time to get back into it after he retired, he was 55. Make time with your family and friends before there are no memories. Because, if you think about, that's about all we leave behind!

I almost lost my dad 5 years ago. I definitely appreciate you posting this. It's very easy to get caught up in the daily grind of BS, work, etc. And to remember why we love the water and sharing that time with those we care about is what it's all about.


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Spent plenty of time at Jindra's Landing too. Lots of good memories. Took a walk around there after the State Park opened. Only thing left is the old trout pond.

 

Jindra's landing at Wingfoot Lake was the first lake my Dad took me and my brothers to fish at. Always remember the excitement of getting up very early to go fishing. Also remember Dad catching a few turtles off logs sunning for us to take home and play with. Would then turn them loose in local pond.

Father passed away several years ago and was still pretty spry at age of
93 years old.

Myself and brother were really glad State bought Wingfoot from Goodyear
couple years ago. Couldn't wait to see it after all those years.
Landscape definitley has changed since then.
Went past the old road that led to Jindra's before entering Park entrance.
First time back, my brother caught 4lb. largemouth from shore while we were waiting for rental building to open.

Have fished Wingfoot alot since then, go down to Copeland's and rent boats.

Always think of old times with Dad and brothers when fishing there.

 

I had a little girl camped at jindra landing back in late 60 early 70. We had that swiss colony trailer ontbe hill next to a permanent house trailer we were above the lake and cooldsee hanger across the lake. Anyone have photos?

 

I can still see my grand mother fixing lunch waiting on grandpa to come in from fishing every memorial day pic nic. He was always late, ate and ran right back out. He was always on the water. That was the first time I ice fished on his knee out from Jindra's docks. Man did those docks seem real long when I was young.

 

I used to dock my boat, fish at Tom's with an old Romanian gentleman that had retired from slinging hot steel as a tongsman at Timken's. When we hit a tough day gill fishing, he said "Let me show you a secret, sonny". I thought, here we go again.
He got into his rusty 1 tray tackle box and gave me a 3 foot length of 2 lb mono and told me to tie it on as a leader. The then pulled out a porcupine quill with a spring on the end to tie your line too, and use as a bobber.

He said, "now go ahead and catch all the gills you want, and we did. I still have a few porcupine quill bobbers, and when I see them I still think of George and his secret. And yes, it is still a deadly method of taking gills.

Had some great times at Tom's. It brings back some memories.

 

I used to dock my boat, fish at Tom's with an old Romanian gentleman that had retired from slinging hot steel as a tongsman at Timken's. When we hit a tough day gill fishing, he said "Let me show you a secret, sonny". I thought, here we go again.
He got into his rusty 1 tray tackle box and gave me a 3 foot length of 2 lb mono and told me to tie it on as a leader. The then pulled out a porcupine quill with a spring on the end to tie your line too, and use as a bobber.

He said, "now go ahead and catch all the gills you want, and we did. I still have a few porcupine quill bobbers, and when I see them I still think of George and his secret. And yes, it is still a deadly method of taking gills.

Had some great times at Tom's. It brings back some memories.

Just curious, I am Romanian also. Did u know George's last name ?
(Wingfoot was first lake our dad took us to fish).
Pope

 

Had a Boat a Jindra's in youth. Good times.

 

Just curious, I am Romanian also. Did u know George's last name ?
(Wingfoot was first lake our dad took us to fish).
Pope

George's last name was Popa, he was a wonderful guy who knew a lot about everything, but especially fishing and gardening. He grew the biggest peppers I have ever seen. He taught me how to smoke carp and other rough fish, and although I don't fish for them any longer, I transfered that knowledge to smoking salmon.

Guys like George were willing to share their knowledge with younger people, I think we need more people like him.

 

does anyone remember a boat ramp/baitstore at wingfoot called "browns wingfoot?"

this goes back a few years ,for sure , but i was wondering if anybody on here recalled that name. i'm thinking it might have been in the 50's or realier

 

Tom was a wonderful and happy person. My wife and I started camping there in 84 and I use to spend many hours fishing with my father-in-law and brother-in-law on Wingfoot. After his passing I would still go out and fish for crappies and a few eyes and have often thought about this guy with the great wide smile--always a pleasant man with something to share. He tended his campground with great care as he did all of us that came to share stories--he spent more than one evening around our fire shooting the breeze. My son and I have spent numerous hours fishing the lake since he was old enough to hold a rod--and there have been so many good times but I really do miss Jindra's Landing.:F

 

this really brings back memorys, launching at Jindras back 1983 to 1986. didnt know it at the time, but got my pb crappie 17 and one half incher. i fished so much that when people came out , Mr Jindra would tell them see that guy out there he will put put you on the fish. when he sold the place he told everyone to be out early september. but as i was headed out he said bob you can come and fish till the ice. i got greedy with the perch that fall, it was my pay back to goodyear. but it forced me to fish mogadore and la due, because i got to learn la due and man did i get some walleye from 1987 to about 1999.

 

Tom must have had another son, also named-Tom. He was an executive at Goodyear while I was there but haven't heard anything of him since maybe 1990's? Tom(Jr. ?) was a good man, obviously had the "proper" upbringing! I don't think he went to college(though not sure?) as that was normal criteria required to succeed in management there, at least during my 38 years there. As far as I know, he worked exceedingly hard rising up the ranks from first hourly worker in an Akron plant, to various salaried plant management positions and "earned" every success/accolade that he received! Perhaps some of you campers knew or met him there?

Some reading this might know that the ODNR cleaned up the old Jindra Pond last year, weed treating and dredging it. It had been left unattended for serveral years relagated to a totally weed infested, shallow, frog pond by the time the State bought the property from Goodyear. This past April, they stocked the pond with 1200 12-14" rainbow trout as a jesture for more fishing diversity! Kuddos to the DNR!

 

Jindra's the first thing I really loved about moving to Ohio from PA where always outdoors swimming (membership at a local pool),fishing,hunting right outside my door. I hated leaving the closeness I had to everything outdoors in PA. Went to school with the Jindra's daughter. When we moved to Suffield in 1963 my mom got us a membership at Jindra's Landing. I spent so much time there and the lake that was the icing on the cake so to speak. Tom Jr. and I wood take the boats they rented out and catch so many bass and an occasional Pike that was the ticket. I remember when they got the first fiberglass boats me and Tom put a 9.9 Johnson on one, boy did that thing fly across the lake. That was a very sad day when they closed the place down.