I grew up on 10 acre remnant of what was a much larger farm. It was in a valley with a typical stream running through. My dad and a couple guys with some really old dozers dug a 2 acre lake. ( local lore was anything under an acre was a pond, over an acre was a lake)
I remember it seemed like for weeks they ran the dozers around the inside on the angled ponds banks like an Indy 500 race track, but at 2MPH instead of 200.
They spent a lot of time smoothing and compacting those walls. We diverted the stream around the back of it. Deep end was 14’ with a dock and a trickle tube, shallow was about 4’. We had catfish, bass and bluegill. Couple duck boats my dad, me and my brother built together and a canoe.
Lots of Tarzan rope and swimming in summer and ice hockey or skating in winter. Good, healthy outdoor fun. Sot my first deer with a bow (Fred Bear Whitetail) there at 15 years old and many more. Also took many nice buck & doe with my H&R single shot shotgun.
That lake was the center of our view out our back windows and deck for 15-20 years of my life.
After Dad retired, he started planting lilys and even built a putting green. He was a scratch golfer and a duck/goose hunter. We all loved that place.
Good times from a bye-gone era.