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Part of Dad's annual salmon catch. This is Lyndon Fund on the right, and my father. During the spawning season, the salmon came up all the streams by the thousands. On one of our fishing expeditions, the fish were jammed into a beaver run because they could not get over the dam. They were packed so tightly that with my father and his fishing companion holding my hands, I was able to literally walk up the beaver run on the backs of the salmon. Wild!