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Written by Brian @ Pacific Northwest Fly Fishing
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Sunday, 08 November 2009 08:02 |
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A buddy and I decided to brave the crowds and the weather for the chance to bag a Puget Sound Chum yesterday. The weather was insane. The sky looked like it was about to open up the gates of hell in liquid form - which it did end up doing. The thunder and lightning - rare for this area - was a nice treat (after I was inside).
After trying a few beaches and estuaries, I reached a couple of conclusions. First, the chum weren't there yet. Second, we were crazy to be slinging graphite around with the electric skys above. And lastly, I feel bad for salmon. They have to put up with so much horseshit and all they want to do is drop some eggs off and die.
It's not like they didn't travel thousands of miles to get here. Thankfully they didn't have to swim up a few man-made fish ladders. At least they didn't have to contend with any Native American nets dredging the rivers. Oh - and it's a good thing they don't have to worry about the snaggers lining the banks forming a veritable gauntlet to the promise land.
It's no wonder salmon are fading from the earth so quickly. I wonder where our salmon runs would be if we didn't introduce hatchery fish into the systems? Another question that wandered into my head while I was braving gale-force wind and horizontal rain is: are we being good stewards of what we've been given? Are we taking of our resources? I would judge by how we treat our salmon the answer is an overall no.
Poor fellas. I feel bad for 'em.
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