Spring Trash is Grizld's Treasure!
I grew up sucker fishing Crockery Crick. I don't expect most, if any, of you to know where it is and I'm not about to waste my time trying to explain. It's generally a muddy, tangled, knot of a crick. Rare are the stretches that anyone would label “picturesque”. Oh, you're still back there wondering why I called it a crick, and not a creek, aren't ya? Well, that's because that's what it is. There's a hard distinction between the two. The late outdoor author and scholar, Patrick F. McManus, goes into detail about the differences in his essay “How to Fish a Crick”. As he has already expounded greatly on the topic, I will summarize. A creek is calm, pristine, and well behaved. A crick is liable to get thrown in the drunk tank on a Saturday night after doing shots of house whiskey. But I started off talking about growing up sucker fishing, so stop distracting me. From about as early as I can recall, our family would fish the crick from mid March, well i...