Yesterday marked the annual Hoy Creek Salmon Come Home Festival. Usually, I pass only a handful of hikers along the Hoy Creek Trail but on this day, there must have been a couple of hundred.
Eager visitors hung over the wooden bridges that cross the creek hoping for the usual hoard of spawning salmon but this year was different. The salmon had already come home and died. Along one section I counted nine dead chum, the distinct odour smarting the nostrils.
Not once did I hear the tell tale splash of salmon swishing their tails. In fact, along the entire route I counted only three chum swimming in the creek.
The fallen leaves that help camouflage the fish from the bears, raccoons and heron weren’t needed.The salmon had come and died before the festival got underway.