I felt sorry for the salmon, and on the first day in Stika when I found some in really shallow water, trying to get to a small waterfall, I really, really just wanted to pick them up and carry them and help them on their way. I know, I'm a softie, but this is what their life is all about, getting back to where they were born and spawning, avoiding hungry bear, hungry fishermen and all sort of obstacles and the reality is only the fittest get there ultimately to die. Sort of glad I'm not a salmon, really glad actually!!
The pungent odour of dead and dying fish was often wafting on the breeze and especially bad at a couple of recreation spots, along with the smell was the constant squawking of gulls. With all that free fish you think they would have more than enough to share, in fact I know they did. But still they fought as gulls do!!
You got used to the smell, well sort of. Normally the rain has come and started to wash the dead fish out to sea, but it was still quite dry and had been a warmer summer than usual as well. It wasn't so bad when the tide was in and luckily when we did the Estuary Boardwalk (another post) it was high tide and not too bad.
The Coho Salmon (also called silver or silvers) seemed to be the main ones we saw at Starrigavan Creek (photos below), although pink salmon are also found particularly in the Indian River as mentioned in the article link above.
|Swim little salmon swim|
|See how shallow the water is?|
|The waterfall they were heading for|
|Those that didn't make it up the stream|
This video of hubby's was taken at the Sitka Sound Science Centre Salmon Hatchery, and even the salmon born there come back to spawn, the day we visited the gates into the tanks were shut, but still they tried to get in, poor salmon!
Thanks for popping by xxxx