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Blood On The Banks Of Sebewa Creek.

Updated on March 2, 2009
Similar to the one room school of my youth.
Similar to the one room school of my youth.

Childhood, An Introduction. For My Friend, Kevin

All my childhood was spent pursuing one adventure after another. I grew up in the township of Sebewa, Michigan where we had the Quilting Potluck Picnic every year at the country school house. Across the street from the school was the Paterson’s country store, where in 1982 you could get a vintage 1964 Coke for sixty cents. Business was slow and most of the store’s product had seen several generations of price changes. Nearly all of Paterson’s customers were kids my age riding bikes and the Mexican workers from the muck fields. The community bolstered a whopping ghost town’s worth of citizens, all of which were small family farms.


Life was simple then. The community was crime free and quiet without a care in the world. Everyone got along with everyone. Then there was Kevin and me. Kevin was my best friend and cohort in many childhood adventures, most of which I will omit as his mother isn’t above grounding his adult ass to this day! Kevin and I grew up together in Sebewa, boring old Sebewa. There wasn’t a failed experiment we didn’t attempt, a hay loft we didn’t have a fort built in, a woods we hadn’t contaminated or a creek we hadn’t traversed. We were explorers to the nth degree


A creek similar to ours.
A creek similar to ours.
Trophy Northern Pike
Trophy Northern Pike
Large Mouth Bass
Large Mouth Bass

Sebewa Creek

Sebewa Creek meanders past Kevin’s childhood home. Being the avid fishermen that we were, Kevin and I did everything from netting fish, fishing for fish and even shooting them with bb guns. The problem with fishing the creek was that the fish could travel downstream and out of our range. Range being the distance from the home that we were allowed to travel without causing a conflict with neighbors and a serious scolding and grounding from our parents. We were grounded a lot. The obvious answer to our fish dilemma was to cut off their route of escape, build a dam! We had visions of a creek filled to the brim teaming with monster northern pike, walleye and large mouth bass. We hauled and piled rocks into the creek and soon our dam was complete. It was soon apparent that our meager resevoir would not support our game fishery after all. We managed to dam up the creek only far enough to warrant a phone call from the farmer down stream letting our parents know that their irrigation systems were running dry. Tear down the dam.


Sebewa Creek did have a couple of deep holes under bridges that did support larger guppies and crayfish. We built fish spears out of sticks and nails, nets out of onion sacks and sticks, nothing ever worked. One spring I smuggled dip nets and waders from my grandfather’s garage and headed off to Kevin’s house for yet another Louis and Clark expedition. The nets were heavy and laborious, constructed out of steel mesh and six foot long handles made of lead. Pedaling the two miles to Kevin’s house past the neighbor’s rabid, kid hungry dog was an adventure all it’s own.


. Fortunately the waders I heisted were so full of holes the water flowed freely right on through creating little resistance to the icy current. Had we had waders without the convenience of holes we may have been swept away downstream and shot out into the fields as irrigation.


Spawning Suckers
Spawning Suckers

The Trek

Kevin and I began our trek at the farthest reaches of our boundary, wading in the icy waters dipping for shiners. Why? I am not too sure. Maybe because they were there I guess. After an hour or so we had waded for a half mile and managed quite a few minnows for the time of the year. None of the fish we ever netted, caught or shot were ever over three or four ounces. I dipped the net down and under the bank while Kevin stomped and prodded from above. I pulled the net up and behold! A four or six pound Sucker! Holy shit! Somewhere in the distance a cock crowed, time stood still, wars ended and the world was a better place! I don’t recall what we did with that first fish, but life was good and we soon netted several more! Later that day when we spun our fish netting tale to Kevin’s father, Ken, we were informed that the Suckers must be spawning and were doing so in our creek! Ken also made the mistake of telling us that he use to spear Suckers at night with flashlights.

Fish Spear
Fish Spear

Spearing Sebewa Creek

My grandfather never missed the fish spears that I stole from his garage. I justified this petty larceny by repeating to myself that grandpa was too old to be spearing and I was doing the family a favor by getting rid of the dangerous devices before he hurt himself. That night, flashlights in hand and armed with freshly honed spears in the other, Kevin and I set out on our first spearing crusade. Had our parents known that we would actually spear anything at all I doubt they would have let us go. Since most of our adventures ended in failure and were quite fruitless we were encouraged to go, more than likely just to get us out of the house for the night. Light gave way to darkness as Kevin and I entered the creek. Kevin’s dad never missed the flashlights that we switched on as we began wading. I am not sure of how Kevin justified the flashlight theft but I am sure it was good.




This says it all.
This says it all.

Ape Shit for Spearing

It was not long before I shined up the first Sucker of the night laying on the creek bed. Kevin made his move. Quietly thrashing, stumbling and splashing through the current to our quarry. He set and speared! Somewhere in the distance a cock crowed, time stood still, wars ended, and the world was a better place, for at the end of Kevin’s spear quivered a dying Sucker, the first of many slaughtered that night. SUCCESS at last! Kevin and I had finally triumphed and were winners for the first time in all of our years of conquests together. We hugged, sobbed and held each other for a brief moment then got on with the task of killing off as many Suckers as possible. That evening we managed twenty to thirty spawning fish. The banks ran with the blood, eggs and roe of our adversary.


Dead Suckers
Dead Suckers

The Morning After

The next day Kevin and I tried pawning the dead Suckers off to whoever might want them and found no takers. Our victims were later buried in my grandmother’s garden for fertilizer. Kevin and I never saw another Sucker in the Sebewa Creek. We attributed the cause to the Sucker’s higher intelligence and the fear of our superior hunting capabilities. Truth is we managed, in one night, to eradicate the entire breeding stock of fish in our part of the creek, ensuring no offspring would ever return. No big deal, there were still frogs to shoot, muskrats to trap, snakes to hunt and crayfish to dip, but those are all “another story”.

_____________© 2009 Richard L. Thorp Jr.____

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      Thanks Jaded. I see you have been reading a few of my Hubs, thank you!!!!

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      JadedPoet 8 years ago from Chillicothe MO

      Good writing, Pest! I enjoyed this one, very much.

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      Me too! I wish I had a clue how to put it together!

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      Ivorwen 8 years ago from Hither and Yonder

      Looking forward to it!

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      We would have killed for a river!!! we use to ride our three wheelers like ten miles to two private lakes and fish all day...parents thought we were out back in the swamps muddin'...nope...gone fishin'...AND that is another Hub!!! Coming soon.

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      Ivorwen 8 years ago from Hither and Yonder

      Oh Pest -- What an adventure! My boys would love to have an irrigation ditch to fish in, but all we have is a river. They are going to have to wait until they are a bit older to play in it... those child abuse charges for scratches are really annoying.

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      OKAY... I am bumping some of my favorite Hubs because i am an attention whore...My fans aren't doing the jobs I pay them for!

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      Thanks WordWielder. This was pretty easy to write. Kevin and I did a lot of crazy stuff when we were kids. More future Hubs in the making like this one.

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      WordWielder 8 years ago from Austin

      Awesome, fun-filled read. It brings back pleasant memories of my upbringing in Michigan as well. You're a splendid story-teller because that's the first "believeable" fishing story I've heard to date. ( }:^D)

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      Cris A 8 years ago from Manila, Philippines

      i guess i'm late again aren't i? oh well, see ya whenever then :D

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      Cris A 8 years ago from Manila, Philippines

      yep we're 14 hours ahead - hope this fact won't add to your already confused state :D

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      LOL! :D

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      C. C. Riter 8 years ago

      Ya goota dry 'em first dumbass

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      A lot of people smoke them, but I don't know how to roll a sucker fish. I think I would use a pipe.

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      Frieda Babbley 8 years ago from Saint Louis, MO

      Well, seeing you holding a cute little inocent kitty hostage like that would give anyone night terrors.

      So question about sucker fish. When we go fishing for trout in Colorado, there's sometimes lots of them around. We throw them back in of course. But should we be throwing them back in so fast, or should we, well, you know, wait, if you know what I mean.

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      Frieda. At least it will be aboout suckers. I usually cause nightmares and even night terrors!

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      Frieda Babbley 8 years ago from Saint Louis, MO

      This is a way cool story. I love it. You should really think about submitting this as a short story. I bet you'd get a taker or two. I'm serious.

      Well, I think I'll be dreaming about killing sucker fish tonight.

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      Kari Poulsen 8 years ago from Ohio

      Pest, Oh, the things we do as kids!! I remember my longest fish, a 36" pike...hauled it over the river and through the woods, only to find out pike were really boney!

      I then took up big mouth bass. Bass is really good to eat! I gave it up when I was in NM. I caught a 2lb bass (really a baby in my reckoning) and the people were sooo amazed...they had never seen such a large bass...gave it up that day!

      Sure was fun as a kid though!!!

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      Ricardo Nunes 8 years ago from Portugal

      I had my booze for the entire week tonight... so this hub sounded fine to me... but I´ll be back tomorrow to read it again and see how bad I was tonight ehehehe hic hic...

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      C. C. Riter 8 years ago

      Pest I used to catch big Carp and plant them in my garden. Made excellent sweet corn. Can't do it now, the dogs dig 'em up. Phew!

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      Susan M 8 years ago

      Nice! Reminds me of my childhood when we were allowed to explore the woods and fields until it started to get dark...a much simpler time...my husband grew up in MN and this reminds me of his stories of canoeing and fishing.

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      C. C. Riter 8 years ago

      Teresa the wild one! LOL

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      Sheila 8 years ago from The Other Bangor

      Pest, educational and evocative. I may have to go out and crack a few catfish on the carapace.

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      Bristol, yeah we were pretty ignorant, bur we were kids...what is the adult worlds excuse?

      C.C.  Kevin and I had so many other adventures.  We were lucky, back then we were allowed to run of into the woods at 6or seven years of age. I have had stitches twice and still have the scars  Today, if a kid gets hurt exploring unsupervised the parents are looking at criminal charges.

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      C. C. Riter 8 years ago

      Pest this is really good. Sounds like some of my adventures as a lad. Now you got us old timers waxing nostalgic. Mark Pain Pest.

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      BristolBoy 8 years ago from Bristol

      Some part of me feels that this is a warning of what we are doing to the entire planet.

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      Hmmmm... Probably not...I will have to go searching. thanks for the heads up.

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      goldentoad 8 years ago from Free and running....

      Hold that thought Pest, I will be back in about fifteen after I make my run, in the meantime, I think there's a hub you haven't read.

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      Lita, thanks for the comments, now the pressure is really on!

      Toad, you are the shizzzzznit!

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      Leta S 8 years ago

      We interrupt this clever conversation to announce: Pest--I christen you Mark "Pest" Twain for that fine boyhood funning & fishing down memory lane piece. Like GT & Bukowski, I hope that you live up to your name sake... OK! continue. :)

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      goldentoad 8 years ago from Free and running....

      I try not to picture it either.

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      You will be okay PM...Breathe in throught the nose, out through the mouth...Try not to picture Toads wife running at the gym...:D

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      Proud Mom 8 years ago from USA

      OH!!!!! I'm going to have nightmares now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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      goldentoad 8 years ago from Free and running....

      Naw, she doesn't have a trainer, she has a friend, not hot, they go run at the gym sometimes. At least that's what they tell me.

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      PM! LOL! you are right...momma get them too...when she farts the gates of hell close to keep the sulfuric stench from entering!

      The trainer huh? wht the hell does she need a trainer for?

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      goldentoad 8 years ago from Free and running....

      I thought about the nyqil one time, but as I was putting it on that spoon, I felt a little guilt, ever feel that before? Its weird.

      The wife is getting ready to exercise that goes on for about two hours. This time she is exercising alone and not meeting the trainer, there will be billy blanks on the tv for a long ass time.

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      Proud Mom 8 years ago from USA

      Booze runs and 'butt cream' don't belong in the same sentence.....

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      make a nyquil run for the rugrats...when they wake up give them another dose...wher's the wife?

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      goldentoad 8 years ago from Free and running....

      I'm bout to make my booze run too and I am debating what to do with these kids pulling all over me, they're tired and ready for sleep but its at that time that if they go to sleep now, they will be waking up at 4 in the mornin'. If I keep them up for two more, I'm good.

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      Toad, i am sorry to be such a disappointment to you.  I will try harder next time!  Thanks for the comment!

      sorry the replies have been slow i had to make a booze run for momma then her hemorrhoids flared up and I had to run back for her butt cream...I should be here for the rest of the night now.

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      Pest 8 years ago from A Couch, Lake Odessa, MI

      thanks Cris appreciate the comments...No i wan't born this way!

      sham, steelhead and Salmon were just down the road...another story.

      B.T. Michigan is a great place to be a kid! We had it all as kids!

      Tom thanks for the comment, now it back to the closet for me!

      Dame you are welcome and thanks

      ripplemaker I had more adventures than you can shake a stick at!

      LGThere will be planty more! Thanks!

      SweetangelI am glad you enjoyed!

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      goldentoad 8 years ago from Free and running....

      Damnit, you had to go Mark Twain on us. Shucks. That was classic.

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      sweetoneangel 8 years ago from New Jersey

      Great hub, made me think back to my childhood.

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      LondonGirl 8 years ago from London

      that's fantastic!

      and the other stories you mentioned at the end? Hurry up and write 'em (-:

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      Michelle Simtoco 8 years ago from Cebu, Philippines

      Hi Pest, it is nice to know what you enjoyed doing as a boy. :-) You have quite a lot of adventures and I'm sure you enjoyed every bit of it. Have a great weekend!

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      Dame Scribe 8 years ago from Canada

      Thank you for the walk down memory lane, Pest, well done Hub! :)

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      Tom Cornett 8 years ago from Ohio

      Loved this story Pest! Took me back to gigging suckers in the White Water river near Brookville Indiana. Hats off to ya!

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      B.T. Evilpants 8 years ago from Hell, MI

      This brings back memories! Michigan has got to be one of the greatest places to be a kid! I grew up having adventures like this, and they are some of my fondest memories, Pest. I'll never forget my first fish. A 20 pound carp that I hauled of of a small pond near my house.

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      shamiraash 8 years ago

      Thanks for giving us a detailed glimpse into your life! My father is an avid fisherman. We have a lot of Steelhead and salmon over here. Never heard of using fish for fertilizer. Learn something new everyday. I'm into composting--smiles.

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      Cris A 8 years ago from Manila, Philippines

      Another pleasant surprise Pest - first that you actually draw, and now you actually were a child and was not born like.... that!  LOL

      But kidding aside, thanks for this easy read and piece of nostalgia. Our childhoods are indeed a place of wonder that we will never tire going back to now and again. You made my Sunday morning extra special.

      This is sweet - never thought I'd say that to a hub of yours. Btw, I knew there was something in the title  :D