Pssssst. They dont stay dead

In the mountain streams in NE Oregon, in late summer, the Spring Chinooks arrive to spawn.

After feeding well and dwelling well in the waters all along  the west side of this continent,  for 4, or 5, or 6 years, they are large.
The females shine and are hugely gravid. The males faces elongate.  Their teeth grow. Their jaws hook.
 Though they still have work to do in this life, they are beginning to look like the immortal Gods that they are.

They arrive in late summer, Those among them that have acclimated to fresh water in the bays ,avoiding hungry sea lions, and have gone against the current of the West's mightiest River, Columbia.


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Against all odds, they arrive on the south fork of the john Day ( ....not so many dams. and sufficiently rough country, the cattle dont be there. . Hallelujah.  Even now, in these times, Spawn , you salmon , SPAWN!

Middle Fork John Day :  Grazed. Grazed till there is no vegetation. Grazed . There is no riparian substrate.
Grazed. ...........to fucking DEATH......
yet'
Nah. Its probably too late
Now.

I'm so sorry.