Touching a stream in mid-autumn, letting the cold water numb your skin, has a special way of connecting you to a moment, a place, a feeling. When you add the presence of Chinook salmon, some almost 2 feet in length, swimming so close as to brush against the insulated fabric of your boot, that feels even more memorable. Some of my fellow staff and I at Jackson Soil & Water Conservation District had the privilege of visiting Spencer Creek, a tributary to the now undammed sectio
