Ed 4 To Do or Die



Here's a poignant picture. a dead Salmon lying in 3' of water, probably weighing around 5 pounds. It's upside down, as you can see, a haunting version of the vital creature which ran through our oceans, before returning to the river of its origin. It's a sad image, but also a thing of gladness: it gave it's life returning to the river of its birth, to spawn a new generation, as its genes have demanded for years immemorial. Let us hope that it was successful, and has preserved their race for another millennium, although we might need to lend a hand.
Keep it reel, keep the faith,
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