My little stream, the Stave, with all it's backwaters, birds, and habitat. Quiet, peaceful and soothing to those souls who spent their lives indoors at their computers.Once a year this little body of water (all 1 mile of it ) is decimated by fisherman who decend upon her shores, and relentlessly smash floats, lead weights and hardware onto the peaceful water with the hope of landing a pacific salmon. They leave mountains of garbage and fishing line along her banks. They fight over a few small spots that may or may not be "hot" They snag fish and take pictures and the spectacle lasts but a mere three weeks. Then, as fast as they appear, they are gone and the stench of rotting salmon fills the air and the craziness is over.....Eleven more months of peace awaits when I will persue rainbow, steelhead, cutthroat, spring salmon, and sturgeon with no one around but the birds, the quiet backwater and the marshlands..........I love the Stave...........Ortho 8)