I waver often in whether I think this blog serves at all the intended purpose of influencing people to care about the anadromous fish of the west coast, or if it simply just masturbating into the ether. I love the west coast of BC, it’s rivers, the many creatures that live within and without their waters. I love travelling to the many amazing places here, scheming to get out and experience as much of it as I can.
Now I am an idiot in my way and I like fishing and taking pictures of sea run cutthroat way too much (just ask my long suffering wife) but I often make the point that if you care about something you care about it. If I was never able to fish any of the rivers I love again I would still care, I would still go to those creeks and rivers, and I would still engage the lunatics and their stooges (Christy Clark) whose sole wish is to pick apart our world piece by piece until there is nothing left.
Our society’s philosophy of endless human growth that so many people’s lives embody and so many believe in is actively designed to eradicate all sustainability in our interactions with the physical world. I am not a slave to this cheap dogma, nor to any of it’s permutations. Wild fish are and will be grist for the mill of this fallacy until there are no more of them left, unless people fight to preserve them and the larger world around them.
There is too much at stake, too much subterfuge by the powers that be, and too much apathy in and about the world that sustains us. That apathy is being preyed upon. The issues at play reverberate far beyond the pool full of trout for fly fishers to play with on the weekend. They also reach beyond the cheap chest thumping of people who work in the oil or logging industry or the cowards of popular media. This world isn’t yours only. So while I do think this blog isn’t doing much of fuck all, I still care and I’m not going to shut up about it.