1.7" Inch Micro Frog "The Creek Croaker"

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MICRO FROG

Creek Croaker

A 1.7" floating soft plastic frog built for creek edges, slack pockets, and shallow ambush water—realism that calls up the big ones.

What it is

Introducing the Creek Croaker—a 1.7" soft plastic frog made to be a problem for anything cruising the bank. It’s packed with realism, built from durable floating plastic, and sized right for creek bass and opportunistic predators. 6 per pack.

Why it works

The Creek Croaker mimics the natural movements of a frog—little kicks, subtle pulses, and that helpless “trying to live” look fish can’t stand. The floating plastic keeps it buoyant and tempting, letting you pause it in place and make fish come unglued.

Where it shines

Undercut banks Overhanging limbs Slack pockets Creek edges & seams Skinny-water largemouth

Fish it

Toss it tight, let it sit, then twitch it just enough to make it “kick.” Long pauses are the secret—floating plastic keeps it in the strike zone.

When it’s deadly

Summer bank shade, post-rain flooded edges, warm evenings, and anytime you hear frogs working. If the creek sounds alive, the Croaker belongs on.

Hook pairing recommendations

Size 8–10 jig heads Micro EWG hooks Weedless frog rigs Pause & twitch 6 per pack

Jig head option

These pair great with size 8–10 Creek Life Tungsten Bead Jig Heads for controlled drifts and a “hovering frog” look around seams and pockets.

Weedless option

Rig it weedless using Creek Life EWG Hooks when you’re throwing into grass, roots, and laydowns.

Appalachian Backstory

In the heart of the Appalachian mountains, there lived a mysterious man folks called the Creek Croaker. He was a recluse—rarely seen in town—and when he was, he had a habit that baffled the locals.

The Creek Croaker would whistle like a frog… so real it echoed through the valleys and made the woods go quiet like something was listening. Nobody knew why he did it. But folks swore one thing was always true: he’d come out of the timber with a bucket heavy with fish, like the creek had told him where to go.

Then one day the news spread that he’d passed. The coroner drove up to that remote cabin to do his job and arrange a proper burial. As the car rolled into the yard, that same eerie whistling filled the air— not from a man… but from the woods themselves.

Creek Croaker Appalachian backstory image

When he opened the door, the cabin was teeming with frogs—on tables, chairs, and the floor—croaking in unison like a choir. The coroner stood there stunned, wondering if that old man had been living among them, speaking their language in a way nobody else could.

The arrangements got made and the burial was done, but the legend stayed put in the holler. A reminder that these mountains keep their secrets… and sometimes the creek answers the ones who learn how to call.