A new, improved version of an early blog. At least I HOPE that it's better!
In our northern, rural area, recently named the eighth most economically depressed county, in the entire state of Michigan, we have a springtime festival celebrating the yearly spawning run of the much maligned, lowly, and oft-scorned rough fish known as the white, black, or the red-horse sucker, all bony, ugly, snout-nosed fish that are remarkably tasty if taken from our cold, swift running rivers and lakes, during our brief spring. Later, after the waters have warmed up, it is not a fish that... Sign in to see full entry.