Advocate: a person who speaks or writes in support or defense of a cause.
Yup, I’ve been doing a lot of that this past several months. I can’t pinpoint exactly what triggered it for me, but it happened. Maybe it’s because I’m turning 50 this year. Maybe it was something I heard at the Wild Steelheaders United kick-off meeting. Maybe it was Dylan’s first steelhead – a 38″ wild buck from the Little North Santiam. Most likely, it was a combination of the three that flipped the switch in me. Whatever it was, it pushed me from lurking in the shadows into the full light of day. I started reading studies, digging deeper and jumped head first into the world of advocacy. I became a wild fish advocate.
I learned the story behind so many great things that have happened in the past few years – dams being torn down, reforms in hatchery programs and harvest methods, agriculture and forest practices revisions, etc. etc. Everyday people have been fighting these battles for years, behind the scenes, to effect change and I’ve been mostly oblivious to it.
I’ve been constructing a soap box and testing it’s stability. I’ve made some bold statements about hatcheries, hydroelectric power, the logging industry and more. I’ve attended meetings, spoke at a few, went to film screenings, made donations to specific groups and withdrew my support from others. I’ve put my money where my mouth is.