by Harold Burch

We did have some good times in school, as our teacher was a good sport. He would do things for us as long as we stayed out of trouble.

After a quite a lot of pestering, he agreed to take some of us boys sucker fishing. There was a creek on Sharps' property, which the suckers used to come up every spring. This creek was about two miles from the school.

The day we were supposed to go, we had to bring rubber boots, a barn fork, and a potato sack to put the fish in.

One noon hour we took off in the teacher's car with all of our equipment. The teacher took the car as close to the creek as he could. This was about one half mile from the Second Line on a side road. It was a short walk to the creek.

When we got to the creek we found the suckers were running. We put on our rubber boots, got our barn forks, and started spearing the suckers.

In a short time we had all the suckers we could handle. We put them in the sacks we had brought. We carried them to the car and stacked them in the trunk. We got into the teacher's car and headed for the school.

When we got back to the school we examined our fish. We now began to wonder what we should do with them. We sorted a sack out for each person, but there was still plenty left over. We decided to bury the fish left over in the flower garden.

I took my sack of fish home. My mother cooked them a special way and put them in fruit jars. However, there was still some left over, and we buried them in our garden.

This was the only time the we and the teacher went sucker fishing, but it gave us all good memories of our time in school.