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Fishy story of one father’s obsession

I must have proofread almost a couple of hundred letters of his over the years, just on this topic alone.

Re: “Fraser sockeye run size upgraded,” Aug. 20.

Of all his worries about the state of wild salmon in B.C., my late father, a commercial salmon fisherman for about a half-century, was particularly worried about the negative repercussions of over-warming of waters on our wild salmon, not to mention fish farming and pollution.

That said, I can picture him whirling in his urn if he could observe what our governments are still allowing various industrial interests to do to cause serious damage, perhaps irrevocably, to our precious salmon habitat – apparently to a degree beyond what Dad likely ever thought possible.

So many early mornings, I’d briefly get up for a washroom break and see the light breaking underneath his bedroom door and into the hallway’s darkness, with my father on the other side typing missives to various politicians.

I must have proofread almost a couple of hundred letters of his over the years, just on this topic alone.

Although I’d assure him that the politicians do not have the time to personally respond to each concerned writer, nonetheless, my father typed on about what were to him the greatest fish habitat concerns of the day.

Oh, the irony.

 

Frank G. Sterle, Jr.