 
            
          In current times, the name 'Suck Creek' or 'The Pot House' might draw curious looks or snickers. But these names represent a very real part of the area's history.
Prior to dams, the Tennessee River just southwest of Chattanooga was full of navigation hazards of strong currents and whirlpools. Tumbling Shoals, the Pot, the Suck, the Skillet, and the Pan each meant trouble for the rivermen: they made downstream journeys hazardous and severely restricted upstream travel.
 
                
               
                     
                     
                    
          It took a mighty good man with salty hands
          
          And a mighty long raft to keep the fore before the aft
          
          You take ten good men and guts and luck
          
          And you might navigate the whirl and the suck.
          
          ...
        
            Well, the Tennessee River changed its mind
            
            At Chattanooga she oughta unwind
            
            She could a run right on the Georgia Sea
            
            But she cut right back through Tennessee
            
          
            Well, the settlers come by raft
            
            And boat bringin' everything that could stay a float
            
            But like a loco horse that'll twist and buck
            
            They hardly ever made it through the
            
            whirl and the suck
          
            It took a mighty good man with salty hands
            
            And a mighty long raft to keep the 
            
            fore before the aft
            You take ten good men and guts and luck
            
            And you might navigate the
            
            whirl and the suck
          
            When General Washington was in his knicker bocks
            
            The Cherokee Indians through the 
            
            Chattanooga Rocks
            And the Chickamauga tribe and the Nickajack
            
            They kept the watch where the river cut back
            
            And if a raft or a boat ever rode the bend
            
            The Indians got 'em cause
            
            they had 'em hemmed in
          
            It took a mighty good man with salty hands
            
            And a mighty long raft to keep
            
            the fore before the aft
            You take ten good men and guts and luck
            
            And you might navigate the whirl and the suck
            
          
 
                   
                  "The river at the "Suck" is about 300 yards wide and very deep, but the current is so rapid that steamers cannot head against it, and are obliged to be pulled up by a windlass. The water runs comparatively smoothly until within a short distance from the "Suck," when it breaks into waves and dashes against a rock on the left, flinging the foam high in the air. Waldron's Ridge, on the left bank, resembles the Palisades on the Hudson; the trees, however, run nearly to the top. On the right is Raccoon Ridge."