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No matter how much Bayou Dave hunts, his prey is never lost. He finds it every time he climbs the Buffalo Bayou, a slow-flowing river that flows through the country’s fourth-largest city to its port. It was one last sweltering morning when he and longtime deckmaster Trey Dennis headed to a small barge for a floating boom that they had set off on the water the day before.

Bayou Dave, real name David Rivers, comes into view of the explosion, “Oh, isn’t that sweet?” said.

What they were looking for was the cradle of the explosion in its giant embrace, and they knew they would find it: a vast, winding pile of garbage.

There was a toy airplane, a yellow soccer ball, a foam egg carton, and a nail salon pink flip-flops. There were takeaway cups, disposable dental toothpicks, and foam cups from 7-11 and Chick-fil-A. More than anything, there was plastic—bottles that once held water, Coca-Cola, Gatorade, Sprite, Armor All-purpose car cleaner, and Fireball cinnamon whiskey.

Mr. Rivers maneuvered the barge toward the garbage island—as big as a tennis court, representing some of the garbage that runs off the swamp every day—and he and Mr. Dennis got to work.

More than 200 square miles of Houston’s sprawling urban streets flow into Buffalo Bayou and one of its tributaries, White Oak Bayou, with water from every storm and rainfall carrying all kinds of hurled and lost debris into the waters.

Mr. Rivers and Mr. Dennis are among the handful of people who regularly stop litter before it reaches the Gulf of Mexico.

Using a jury-supported aspirator prepared with the help of duct tape, they carry the equivalent About 250 full bags of garbage each week from the bayou and nearby waterways.

Maia Corbitt, president of Texans for Clean Water, described the duo as “our last line of defense” before garbage spills into Galveston Bay from two ecologically sensitive estuaries. Robby Robinson, field operations manager Buffalo Bayou PartnershipThe couple’s employer described their work as “endless, ungrateful, no reward”.

“You just have to be a special person,” said Mr. Robinson.

For Mr. Rivers, working on the Bayou is a mission. He’s been cleaning the waterways almost every weekday for the past dozen years. Few people are more sensitive to their inhabitants and their health.

Earlier this year, Mr. Rivers saw with great joy and relief the first snakes he had seen in the swamp since Hurricane Harvey wiped out most of its wildlife in 2017. It enjoys the daring colors that fill the shores of the swamp every spring and autumn. He revels in his various birds, rescues baby turtles from garbage dumps, and mourns fish killed by periodic algal blooms.

“What I’m worried about is the entire ecosystem,” said Mr. Rivers, 51. “Animals are not responsible for pollution. But they are directly affected by it.”

Growing up in South Acres, a harsh Houston neighborhood, Mr. Rivers was a fan of the nature show Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom and later, “The Crocodile Hunter.”

Before being hired to work in the swamp in 2010, he held a number of jobs—stocking shelves at Target, repairing railroad tracks, working as a security guard, landscaping, and cleaning up toxic spills after Hurricane Katrina.

A rotating staff served as deck knight on Bayou Dave’s barge until 2015, when Mr. Dennis came aboard. Dennis, a former high school football player who grew up in Mississippi, admired the physicality of the job. “I’m saving the world 16 bottles at a time, okay,” said 30-year-old Mr. Dennis, nicknamed Country Slim by Mr. Rivers. “This is also the best way for our children to stay healthy in the long run.”

Buffalo Bayou is approximately 18,000 years old and was recorded From being artificially redirected more than half a century ago when environmentalists enlisted the help of then-new congressman, George HW Bush. In the 1980s, the nonprofit Buffalo Bayou Partnership was formed to preserve and create green spaces and hiking and biking trails along 10 miles of nearly 52 miles of marshland. Nearly two decades later, Mike Garver, a board member, introduced a barge that sucked up floating trash and helped redesign it after Mr. Rivers later became captain.

Mr. Rivers and Mr. Dennis are doing garbage collection to an art.

The bayou thrift carts are a 30-foot barge mottled with rust. A hardtop bimini shadows the helm, the only concession to human comfort as the barge has no seats. A foot-wide vacuum hose rests on its bow, attached with duct tape to another large hose feeding a containment area below deck.

Recently, in the early hours of a Thursday, Mr. Rivers and Mr. Dennis slipped into life jackets in long-sleeved shirts, trousers and work boots despite the heat. Mr. Rivers is wider in circumference; Mr. Dennis is lithe and muscular.

Staring at each piece of sea captain, Mr. Rivers steered the barge to the side of the boom, the thick litter cover rippled as it approached. A switch was flipped, a roar filled the air, and under Mr. Dennis’ guidance, the hose began sucking up the plastic and styrofoam like a giant, greedy Sneak. Mr. Dennis took a rake and jumped down to divert the trash into the mouth of the hose. Sweat spots appeared on his forehead and he wet the back of his blue shirt.

Every now and then, they stopped to salvage intact toys – toy planes, footballs – to give to neighborhood kids later.

Beyond the vacuum’s reach, half a dozen blackbirds passed through the flotsam, plastic bottles swung downstream outside the boom. Mr. Rivers and Mr. Dennis position the booms relative to the currents, but they don’t come close to picking up all the trash. Although they work eight hours a day, it can take months to patrol all of the 14 miles they are tasked with cleaning.

The wind changed direction and a stink of rot engulfed the barge.

“Right now, that scent, it’s called bayou potpourri,” cried Mr. Rivers over the noise. Shortly after that, a seam opened where the hose met the barge and muddy brown Bayou water splashed onto the deck. “She’s nauseous, Trey,” Mr. River called out and turned off the vacuum cleaner.

Mr. Dennis leapt onto the deck and quickly repaired the crack with several layers of duct tape. An hour or so later, a hatch on the deck began spitting out chunks of brown matter mottled with torn chunks of Styrofoam: the containment area was full and needed to be emptied.

The Buffalo Bayou Partnership hauled 2,000 cubic meters of garbage — the equivalent of 167 commercial dump truck loads — from waterways last year. Along with the efforts of Mr. Rivers and Mr. Dennis, a second team of people, often doomed to community service, use nets and scavengers to clean up the more difficult-to-reach nooks and crannies and swampy shores. Mr. Rivers keeps a list of the weirdest things he’s found: a basketball hoop and hoop, multiple couches, smashed money bags. Until a few years ago, he joked that he saw everything except the kitchen sink.

In the early days of the epidemic, Mr. Rivers and Mr. Dennis saw the amount of litter drop because people weren’t littering, but the volume has increased again since then. Everything they extract is sent to a landfill. Over the years, several recyclers have offered to haul some of the Bayou’s trash, but Mr Robinson said they gave up when they saw it firsthand. “The organic matter is mixed with water and silt and is not really recyclable,” he said.

An obvious fix would be to prevent the litter from reaching the swamp in the first place. Mr. Rivers and Mr. Robinson, a state bottle bill, this would encourage people to return the containers for money. According to data compiled by the Container Recycling Institute, seven out of 10 states with bottle bills, beverage container garbage has been reduced by up to 84 percent. “Nobody cares when it has no value and it goes to the ocean,” said Mr Robinson.

Meanwhile, the champion of Buffalo Bayou is Mr. Rivers. He posted videos She came out with the Kelly Clarkson Show, where the dumpster-drenched Bayou has been featured online and in local media. Interview by guest host Jay Leno. It fills the ears of boaters with how and why all the garbage comes from.

Last morning, Mr. Rivers and Mr. Dennis briefly reviewed their handiwork. The bayou’s water flowed easily inside the boom, getting rid of most of the plastic and styrofoam, at least for now.

“But don’t worry,” said Mr. Rivers as he steered the barge upriver to find more trash. “More is coming.”