Re: A random find...
"The Brook”: 40.519585, -74.791465
My earliest memory: I was 5 years old, as was my friend Ivy. Ivy’s mother took us to the its bank to go fishing. Rigs / Tackle = 2 sticks w/ cotton string & open safety pins as hooks. No bait, we caught nothing. But it was magical.
Back in the early 1960’s it was a dairy farm. We used to dig under the cow patties for worms. The cows had the vegetation browsed as short as a mowed lawn right up to the brook’s bank. Sometimes, a kid sitting on a high bank, meat hanging a worm, would be kicking his feet. Unwittingly, undermining the bank beneath him,…….suddenly he would be riding a large chunk of earth down in to the brook. In the winter, too, while sledding, someone would always fail to turn / skid out of control & end up in the brook.
In addition to fishing for Creek Chubs, Sunfish & sucker clubbing, we were always building dams. Digging holes, too, that would fill w/ water, & then covering with sticks & grass. A trap set for whomever. Usually it was a buddy who would step, & get the dreaded “wet foot”.
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