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Friday, October 22, 2004
THE LEAPING FISH
I was out in the gale this morning collecting the last of the walnuts and watching the Clyde rise and rise after all the rain. Already the watermeadows downriver in the bird sanctuary are full and I`ll soon be watching and hearing the arrival of the Whoopers and Bewicks.
It`s good to know the river isn`t just full of water. This year it`s so full of salmon you could reach down and touch one. As one caller said, "There`s so many my brother could catch one"
In practice this means minimal care and protection. There is a weir and little hydro installation at Blantyre where an inadequate salmon ladder has been installed - the queue of frustrated leaping fish is heavily and crudely poached, and any crown bailies showing their faces are asked pointedly how well they can swim.
But the fish keep coming. They seem to like it here. The available stretch of river is a short one, cut by another power installaion upriver, but the spawning beds are good. And the netting rights at the estuary have been taken up and not used with a view to conservation.
I don`t fish. I don`t see the pleasure in killing for fun. The twelve bore in the cabinet by the door is for emergencies.
But I love to know that they`re down there, the annual silver invasion.
It`s good to know the river isn`t just full of water. This year it`s so full of salmon you could reach down and touch one. As one caller said, "There`s so many my brother could catch one"
Years ago the Clyde was a salmon river. When you sold a riverside property you sold the salmon rights as a separate entity. But the pollution years stopped the fish, and soon the rights .were forgotten and abandoned. When the fish came back the rights reverted to the crown.
In practice this means minimal care and protection. There is a weir and little hydro installation at Blantyre where an inadequate salmon ladder has been installed - the queue of frustrated leaping fish is heavily and crudely poached, and any crown bailies showing their faces are asked pointedly how well they can swim.
But the fish keep coming. They seem to like it here. The available stretch of river is a short one, cut by another power installaion upriver, but the spawning beds are good. And the netting rights at the estuary have been taken up and not used with a view to conservation.
I don`t fish. I don`t see the pleasure in killing for fun. The twelve bore in the cabinet by the door is for emergencies.
But I love to know that they`re down there, the annual silver invasion.
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