its hard to put into words how I feel about my run not returning yet. The salmon are my family, Ive been raised a fisherman my whole life, just like my husband. The only time Ive ever been this worried, sad and angry, is when someone has threatened my family. Thats just it, they are my family. My heart aches, my head swims and all I can do is create awareness, and hope and pray this isnt the end. My husband has fished these waters his whole life, and has never seen it like this.... our heartache is immeasurable, our love for our salmon, is like that for our ancestors, our elders, our moms and dads, our brothers and sisters, our children. Our way of life is being threatened, our cultural ways are being ripped away from us. Our very existence as people of the water, and the very existence of the Native run depend on one another. The perfect marriage, of love, respect, hope and a sense of peace that only exists between us and the salmon, could be wiped out because of the mismanagement of the lazy nimrods, and I dont mean great hunters. I believe there is hope, but only if the people who have the responsibility of protecting both the run and our way of life, set aside their pride and listen to the people who live on the water, the people who know what the real numbers are out here. They need to stop relying on state equations, predictions/forecasts, made by people who only have their interests at heart. The same group of people who wiped out all the other native runs.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 06:03:13 +0000
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