This essay was originally published in Fly Fishing Catalog 2004; it is available online from Patagonia…

Fishing for Paradise
by Freeman House, author of Totem Salmon: Life Lessons from Another Species

Humans need a taste of wild foods once in a while, preferably gathered with one’s own hands. The basic psychic comfort of experiencing the earth as a place that welcomes us by feeding us was hardwired into each of us during our long residence in the Pleistocene. We haven’t evolved very far from that need: It’s still part of the basic definition of being human. It’s this need, I think, that accounts for the undiminished taste for hunting and fishing for which modern supermarkets offer no substitute.

But we are losing ground in our relationships with nature. Within the last century, the developed world has embraced expensive technologies in transportation, agriculture and energy, which in turn provide us with an illusory sense of comfort and prosperity. The expense of those technologies can be calculated in lost topsoil, deforestation, the dewatering of our rivers – the list goes on. Our “comforts” are killing us just as surely as they are making us feel safe. Meanwhile, we grow further and further from the sources of our sustenance, and our very imaginations are drying up as a result of the absence of our primary teachers – the lands and waters themselves, and the creatures with whom we share them. The pleasure of fishing is now tainted by the question of how long such pleasures will be available to us.

Tom Wesoloh, manager of North Coast projects for Cal Trout, tells of fishermen who say to him “If we just let ‘em go, everything will be fine.” Or “If we just stopped fishing for five years, wouldn’t the fish come back?” He replies sadly, “if only it were true.” A growing number of activists and scientists think that we need a more proactive approach to the restoration of our fish populations and (especially) the habitats that support them.

Few individual human minds can grapple with global ecological problems without falling into despair. A watershed, however, presents a scale of possibility in terms of working with nonprofessional residents and neighbors toward a common understanding of home. The goal of working in common toward optimum health and productivity of a complex system is scaled down to fit within our daily experience. You may very well have political and practical differences with a watershed neighbor, but if you are standing on the ground discussing what’s before you, ideological differences have a way of resolving themselves, mediated by the place itself. If you happen to share a watershed with native salmon or trout, it’s not hard to find allies in such work.

In 1978, when my wife and I bought land in remote northern California, watershed restoration was a new idea to most people. It was not a new idea for native Californians who had, before contact, tended to organize their cultures within watershed constraints for millennia. But we moderns had drifted away from our connection to place. In our new home, we identified the obstacles to salmonid reproduction, and introduced the first community-based native salmon streamside hatchery system in California. The idea was to maintain a remnant salmon population while the river recovered from the logging boom of the fifties and sixties.

Although our early efforts showed promise, resulting in an egg-to-fry survival rate consistently higher than 80 percent (compared to 5 or 10 percent in the damaged river), we realized during the first year’s work that it wasn’t nearly enough. It just wasn’t that simple. We needed to develop strategies to hasten the recovery of habitat and ultimately to develop community standards of behavior that wouldn’t replicate the mistakes of the past. We were involved in a timescale much longer than that of a few salmon generations – it was more likely we were looking at a project that might involve several human generations. Public schools and community meetings became as important a part of our activities as were projects to improve riverine habitat and repair sources of future sedimentation.

Twenty-five years later, it’s hard to find a watershed without its own watershed council, at least on the west coast of North America. People who fish, either commercially or recreationally, are often core members of these groups. In my mind, community watershed groups represent the stirrings of a metaproject overdue in modern America – the project of learning to live where we are.

“The festival will be held at Old Mill Farm, located deep in the redwoods near the town of Mendocino, 150 miles north of San Francisco. The roads out to the farm are very narrow and blind, so please be EXTREMELY careful when driving. Because the farm is so remote, we suggest stocking up on anything you might need for the weekend before you make the drive. Camping is included with your ticket, but please bring a tent and other camping gear. Tickets are $30 in advance, $35 at the gate. Price includes overnight camping and a full dinner with farm-grown veggies and meat…”

thanks: KC B!

The filmmaker’s description reads: “Short film exploring a dystopian vision of London in the near future. The economic meltdown of 2009 has left the financial district abandoned, allowing space for nature to reclaim it’s [sic] iconic structures, and a new community of scavengers to settle within its midst.”

Not sure what’s so dystopian about this, and the music is eh, but certainly worth viewing (and enacting!)…