We have five species of salmon on the Pacific coast. Some, like the chinook, sockeye, and coho are highly prized. The other two, pink and chum, are also delicious when they are in their prime. The pink has softer flesh and is good in a barbecue or steamed, smoked, or canned, while the chum is mostly used for canning and smoking. It is also being used for its roe.
After spending four years in the ocean, the chums will swim up a river to spawn. On their way from the ocean to the river, chums go through dramatic changes in the shape of their body. The head features change so the jaws are more curved and pronounced, the males growing teeth that serve them in their aggression and dominance over other males. This toothy look has earned them the nickname “dog salmon.”
The flesh also begins to break down, enabling patches of fungus to grow on the skin.
Here is one that has those patches all over its body. What was once a silvery salmon is now looking more like a barely living fish cadaver.
The chums make their way upstream, often in pairs. The female lays her eggs in a gravel bed and the male fertilizes them. Then, exhausted from their long journey, they waste away and die, littering the banks of the river and getting hung up on rocks and log jams.
Of course, in nature, not much goes to waste. Usually the eagles occupy these trees that overlook the river, but now they are the resting place for seagulls who have gorged themselves on the stinking flesh of the chum salmon.
There they are at the dinner table on the far left side of the stream.
On the opposite shore, to my disgust, I see fishermen throwing lures into the river in hopes of snagging the dying, putrid chums which are too exhausted to take the bait anymore. A month ago, some of these chums might still have made a tasty meal, but now? If you don’t want to eat carrion, why torture these dying fish? Fishing is a fine sport, but this??? This has nothing more to do with fishing. I don’t know what to make of it. Words fail me!
Below is a 13-second video of the salmon on the other side of the bridge from which these pictures were taken. The chums are most likely already spawned out but are still going through the motions until they exhaust themselves. You may notice that most of them are paired up. The noise in the video is, unfortunately, made by the cars going by on the bridge behind me.