I am an odd type. I am a builder who cares deeply about water quality. The Feather River will, of course never be the same. The ecological mess that took place as a result of the failures of the spillways are horrible in scope and intensity.
The men who manage the fish hatchery downstream, wisely moved the fish. Other men saved some fish from the river. That is wonderful, and I thank them.
A long time ago, my company drained a federal park dam in a national forest. It was in a mountainous area. We opened the valve and we had been directed to let the fish die. The fish in the reservoir were not indigenous species, and they were to be replaced with appropriate fish.
I was trying to sleep in my hotel room, finally getting dressed and going to the reservoir in the middle of the night to do what I could to save, perhaps, a few fish. When I arrived, I saw lights. My entire crew, also unable to sleep, were in the mud in the middle of the night with buckets and nets and tarps, saving and carrying fish to the next impoundment down the watershed. I helped, driving the fish down and releasing them. We stayed up all night. No single man who worked for me on that job stayed behind. They were not paid for their time. There only compensation was saving some little life.
I was very proud and tired when morning came. I bought the muddy lot breakfast, and with coffee, we toasted the fish and turtles. None of us felt good the next day, except in our hearts. We love fish and turtles and things that crawl in the mud.
Today a friend forwarded this to me. I do not know if it is real or not. Nothing could surprise me with this comedy of errors.
Let us all hope this a hoax. If we are hiding more and more, where does it end?