King or Chinook salmon

King or Chinook salmon.  The fishing has started on Lake Michigan.  Pictured is Norm Spring with his catch of the day.

Read more about Pacific salmon planted in the Great Lakes in my book, The Dynamic Great Lakes. Available at Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble and many other bookstores.

Pacific salmon

What do the Columbia River and and Great Lakes have in common?

Fishing for salmon.

Just back from a National Geographic cruise on the Columbia and Snake Rivers.  The Columbia River has been dammed for electric power and the Pacific salmon that used to crowd the Columbia River are not found above the locks and dams in any good numbers.

I took the video below the locks and dams.  I also took a trip up the wild Snake River where white sturgeon are found and the steelhead run.  The steelhead were not running yet.  The water was too warm I was told. But they were expected in spite of invasive species of fish in these waters.

We went through Hell's Canyon and I could see how it got that name.  My imagination went wild there seeing all sorts of figures in the convoluted rocks.  We came to the confluence of the wild Salmon River (The River of No Return).

I am pleased that Pacific salmon are living in the upper Great Lakes.  This was an idea that has worked. To learn more about how Pacific salmon happened to be planted in the Great Lakes read my book, The Dynamic Great Lakes.  This critcally acclaimed book is widely available on the www and in many bookstores.

2013 09 11 22 29 18 Columbia River Cruise

Salmon Fishing in the Great Lakes

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Pacific Salmon in the Great Lakes

Lattices of salmon ribs litter the banks of a stream. On cold autumn nights, frost flowers bloom reflecting star light. The stream babbles and unintelligible song as it rushes westward. It is the salmons’ place to be born, to spawn; it is their place to disintegrate and die. Salmon are anadromous fish, fish evolved to follow an elegant rhythm of always returning to their birth stream to spawn after maturing in a saltwater or sweet water seas.

For male and female salmon alike, the imprint of place is their obsession. As smolts they burst from their transparent eggs still wearing a yolk sac on their bulging bellies. Like their ancient ancestors who breathed glacial melt water through their gills, the newborns streak down stream to the freedom of the great inland sweet water seas known as the Great Lakes. In jade green waters they feed their voracious dream until their bodies grow heavy with it—until they resemble silver purses stuffed with treasure: slick coral beads and pearly white milt.

Summer sun dazzles down through the thermoclines—the layers of warm, cool, cold water—where it enters through the fishes’ pineal eyes—triangles on top of their heads—giving them sure knowledge of their place in the larger scheme of things. They bide their time drifting in schools, fanning their tails in repose, gorging on small fish. They dream of their place where clear water chortles over quartz and granite under shifting shadows of white pine and tamarack. It is their place and as their urgent need to return gathers force under a moon that grows heavy on the horizon, a moon the color of salmon eggs, a moon that must change to bone white, the salmon mill about in the harbor.

The fishes’ bellies grow heavy as the harvest moon. The dream becomes reality as celestial cues, the sun, the moon, the stars enter each cellule and each dancing atom of their bodies. Then they begin. The fish return to their stream and nothing will stop them: they ignore hunger, snares, treble hooks. On their silvery sides their lateral lines carry everything they need to know; their maps and compasses imbedded in the circuitry of their bodies…the hereditary wisdom of their species carried in a network of circuits from pineal to tail. It is a sure knowledge of the west Michigan river system linked to the Great Lakes, or in other places, other river systems and other fresh or salt water oceans. It is also the wisdom of the constellations and the way their light glaces from silvery skinned fish, sparkling a wisdom older than mankind. To a salmon obsessed with its sense of place, failure means nothing. They defy high dams, leaping, leaping, leaping again and again until they hurl themselves over the top.

Home at last, the female hollows out a nest on the stream bed with her tail then cascades hundreds of coral bead like eggs into it. The male waits driving away his rivals with fierce charges. It is time. The male salmon releases a small galaxy of milt that will begin the life/death cycle again. Male and female have spent their silver purses in the stream. They are finished. In the next few days their flesh will fall away while they linger, easy prey for the raccoons, bears, ospreys and eagles. With their bones picked clean and their young curled in sleep on the stream bed, the transformation begins again. An osprey shadow glides over the shining stream. The sun rises as the moon glows faintly in the West.


Previously published in The Grand Valley Review, a publication of Grand Valley State University.
copyright by Barbara Spring


*Pacific salmon were planted in the Great Lakes as predator fish to control an invasive species, the alewife. Fishermen have been delighted with these sporty fish. Read more about this phenomenon in my book, The Dynamic Great Lakes available on Amazon's Kindle reader and widely available in paperback.

A Salmon Poem

http://www.publishamerica.net/product530.html  The Wilderness Within

Circuits

Light from a star that died

shines out

from jade green eyes.

A salmon tail fans streambed stones

and dark silt swirls.

Millennia ago a star spurt fire and

now a constellation of eggs

and white milt spiral down

in black water.

Fishbone lattices litter the stream

that speaks of glaciers

and purls.

Frost flowers bloom on the cut bank

while embryos curl in sweet cold sleep below.

from The Wilderness Within by Barbara Spring

The Freshwater Seas

The Great Lakes are really freshwater seas.  They contain about 18% of the fresh surface water in the U.S.  and can be treacherous for boaters and swimmers who underestimate their power.

Right now fish are migrating toward their spawning places in the lakes and in tributary streams.  Pacific salmon that were planted in the Great Lakes will die after they spawn.  Lake trout, a native species will continue to live after they spawn.

For more information about the Great Lakes and their biota, read my book, The Dynamic Great Lakes, available at bn.com, Amazon, and many independent bookstores.

You may read about Pacific salmon such as this coho salmon that were planted in the Great Lakes in my book, The Dynamic Great Lakes.

The catches have been great this year.