ConservationRide With ClydeU.S. placesClyde stands out in Berkeley.

Goin' to California with an 8-weight in my car

At 37 feet long, 9,000 pounds, and three miles to the gallon, Clyde didn’t fit well in Berkeley, literally or figuratively. I passed an electric car with a bumper sticker that said, “Animals are just little people in fur coats,” and eased on toward the Sac.

The Delta

If you were presented with a button which, when pressed, would vaporize all fish from their non-native places—including rainbow trout in Montana, steelhead in the Great Lakes, all trout in the Southern Hemisphere, and all bass in California—would you push it? I’m pretty sure I would. But I guess I’d want to talk to a Sacramento Delta bass guy first, to see if he’s OK with it.

“You ever been in a bass boat before?” John Sherman asked as we pulled away from the dock. I confessed I had not. He threw me a life jacket. “Shit happens fast.” Four seconds later the wind was sending skin waves rippling across my face.

Sherman is a Delta maestro. He lives on it, with it, and for it. He’s engaged with its conservation battles and kindly offered a spot in his boat for me and my questions. (Since Clyde is still hitchless, we took his car.) The fishing was excellent, and I soon found myself doing something I thought only happened on TV. Reaching for my first striper, I said, “C’mon up here an’ put yer lips on mah thumm!”

We caught a lot of fish, all invasive, against a backdrop of artificial channels and backwaters, native birds in non-native trees, a mix of bank vegetation from places near and far, and water hot and brown from mud stirred by non-native carp, spawning.

A highlight came when Sherman whisper-shouted, “Look!” and pointed at the water close by. “Delta smelt!” The tiny, troubled native fish is the spotted owl of the Delta. As Sherman explained, their listing under the Endangered Species Act is linked to habitat loss resulting from dewatering of the river to serve agriculture, corrupt water brokers, and plain old overpopulation.

Striped bass might eat a few smelt too, and in a well-funded PR campaign, those in favor of taking more water have smeared them as the major cause of the smelt’s downfall. Their M.O. is that if they win that point, they’ll be absolved of blame and be free to take more water. Meanwhile, the striper population is plummeting in direct proportion to the amount of water being siphoned off, which is large and increasing.

The question of pushing the button seems a bit silly now, knowing there are people who don’t even believe fish need water. So I climbed back into Clyde and we headed north, toward the McCloud River and the Shasta-Trinity National Forest.

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