If you go to Google Earth, 39 degrees 48' 25.31" N and 74 degrees 46' 18.79" W , you will see a lake--back in 1974 there were NO houses anywhere near it---there was a large beaver dam (20 ft X 8-10 ft) at the base of the lake(this is now an artificial berm) and upstream we would often see river otters, beaver cuttings everywhere. It was secluded and accessed by only a dirt road off of Stokes Road. We were fishing, and my brother and my buddy's brother decided they wanted to take a stroll---his brother came back, but we looked for my brother for hours into the night. Someone spotted him on a road by himself, and gave him a lift to the State Police near Red Lion Circle. It was PITCH BLACK back there, and I was very upset--wew, but glad to find him. If you follow downstream there's another impoundment we called Weed Lake because in the summer time it got choked up with weeds (water algae, etc)---but it was a GREAT bass lake. A short drive from there is Indian Mills. I don't know where the moniker "Zimmie's Lake" originated, but Tom M knows (one of the posters on this site). Weed lake is off limits now--private property--Zimmie's lake I'm not sure, but I think you can access it---it was a good pickerel lake. No apology necessary--I get goofy on this site sometimes.
Hey Furball, wow, lots of memories from time spent at Zimmies. How can I forget the mounting panic as it got dark and your brother was lost. Or a somewhat funnier story, the time I was there by myself during the week (not working, what a bum), and I was carrying my boat on one shoulder and my tackle box, fishing rod and anything else I could grab (didn't want to make 2 trips to the car). I started to cross the beaver dam and almost stepped on the biggest snake I've ever seen! Needless to say I tried to jump, dropped the tackle box, fishing rod, boat and fell down the beaver dam , landing in the mud. Of course, the boat landed safely in the lake where the wind proceeded to blow it away. It took a couple of hours for the boat to reach shore. I still laugh remembering that.
<Sigh> Yes, I've heard the stories and wish I could also go back in time. But after living in the Medford area for 12 years I've given up. I just moved to a place in Atlantic County with 10 acres of woods bordering on a WMA with my own stream and plenty of solitude. I'm sure development will gradually encroach here (and everywhere in NJ), but I'd say I'm about 40 years behind where Medford is today