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The Dark Side
of Klamath Dam "Renewal" part 2
A
local perspective by Chrissie Ishida Reynolds
At 1:13 this afternoon I got a call from my 77 year old neighbor, Al. Two deer were stuck in the mud near his house.
He tried calling our local fire guys but they weren't
available and he needed help. He asked me to call
someone from fish and wildlife.
I
got out my old phone list and found a number from out of
the area. I gave them the name and address of where we
are located however the 916 area code didn't leave me
confident she knew where we were. I told her our dam was
breached a few days ago and now there is no water hoping
she knew now where we were at when I said Copco Lake. I
hung up.
I
quickly called another neighbor who is friends with a
local game warden. I called him. We both expressed our
frustration with this situation as we figured out the
next steps.
He
told me to call the local conflict specialist and then
the public relations person with the renewal corpse.
He
said he would call his lieutenant and he warned me that
this will be a slow process and the outcome may not be
good. I was already prepared. My husband said the
kindest and best thing to do was to put them down as
soon as possible as they had already been stuck in the
mud for awhile and the stress wasn't going to be good
for them and he didn't want to be involved. I also
understood this. Our own stress of the last 4 intense
days were off the charts. In fact, I was just about to
lay down and try to rest because we haven't been
sleeping well as we are adjusting to the shock and
trauma of watching what just a little while ago had
abundant diversity of wildlife. Watching that disappear
so rapidly has been incredibly hard.
Al
was by himself. I felt conflicted. Because of my own
vulnerability, my husband's feelings that we did what we
could do and the proper people were called.... let it go
....
And
so I tried to detach with love. I called a friend. Al
and I continued to text with updates. He sent me photos,
I sent them to the warden.
I tried to breathe.... finally I had her on the laptop
and Al on the phone. Al sent me a picture of his blood
pressure. We told him he needed to rest and calm down. I
hadn't heard back from the warden for a while and Al did
not want to give up. My husband still didn't want to
go..... he knew those animals were not going to make it
and didn't want any part of it. I couldn't blame him and
I worry about his health. He had a stroke the day after
public comment period closed, 2 days after Easter in
2022. We're still dealing with our new normal since
then. He was 49 years old at the time.
I
made a decision to go and be with Al. I still hadn't
heard back from the warden. I called our friends who are
the fire department (and community club board members
and local real estate guys and trying to open the local
store which has been closed since the early 2000's).
They were on their way back from Medford and said that
Hornbrook Fire Dept and CalFire had been dispatched.
This was great news.
I
went to Al's.
I
found Al walking up from the bank outside his home. He
walks me down to show me where the deer are. I wonder
where the fire trucks are and Al is upset because they
are all over at Mallard Cove. On the opposite side of
the deer and the water.....
I
tell Al to come with me and we drive to Mallard Cove. I
parked out of the way. Having been a volunteer fire
fighter I am aware of how to conduct myself on scene.
Immediately a woman starts towards us. She introduces
herself as a fish and wildlife biologist. I explain we
are the ones who called this in and that there is better
access down the road at the end... much closer....
She
explains that these are specially trained personnel and
that the warden had already been down there and they
knew what they were doing.
Al
is frustrated but we get closer to the scene. I
recognize another local family who it turns out followed
the warden down there.
We
are observing.
The
deer have now been in there for a couple of hours. Now a
tribal truck shows up with another professional that the
biologist tries to engage. He says he's there to help
his boss and points down the ramp and brushes right by
her.
It's a long while as they attempt to get close. Al is
beside himself but no one is paying attention and I try
to calm him down.
After another 20 minutes or so? they decide their idea
isn't going to work and once again we try to tell them
that the house at the end is unoccupied and that the
owner would want them to use her home as a staging area.
And that's what they do.
We
get back in the car, go back to where we were and talk
to the warden and his coworker. He says he's just as
frustrated and is not in charge and has to wait to be
told what to do.
Meanwhile Al tells me he has a key to the neighbors gate
if they need to drive down there as a passthrough and I
tell the warden who tells me to talk to the battalion
chief.
I
talk to the battalion chief about options because we are
losing daylight and a call needs to be made....
We
watch these other professionals go up to their thighs in
mud before they too decide it's time to dispatch these
animals.
I
begin calling in the ancestors and setting up sacred
space for what is about to happen. I pray loudly and
with intention and apologize for our inadequacy. I pray
for the young deer who I didn't know but had been stuck
next to his mother who had already been dispatched
earlier. I missed that part somehow although I think the
warden was trying to explain to me that he tried to
shoot around her to scare her out but she went the wrong
way. It didn't dawn on me that he'd had to dispatch her
and she was already dead until later.
As
I was praying the other personnel were walking away when
the gun went off and the young fawn mewed out and I
dropped to my knees sobbing. Another shot fired another
mew and it was over. I couldn't stop sobbing.
I
felt arms trying to lift me up. It was the other game
warden and she just wrapped me into her chest and hugged
me. She said to let them have this. It was theirs too
carry not me.....
I
calmed down enough to walk back to the place where
Marrilyn Crom's dock used to be. It
was the safest path up to the driveway.
I
am looking for Al but cannot find him. I start the car
and get back out to try and find Al. The game warden who
had to kill the deer calls out to me. He says,
"Chrissie, I need a hug. I am soooooo sorry!" and I cry
into his chest, thank you, I'm sorry. We all are upset
because they weren't prepared, none of these agencies,
for what we are facing in real time.
While we were at Mallard Cove I asked everyone there if
they knew what happened to the eagle. Everyone knew
about the eagle but no one knew what happened. I asked
if they believed the story that the bird was captured
and was being rehabbed. No one did.
And
here's the thing..... These are local people. Local to
Siskiyou County and yet, they feel like we do and
because of their paychecks and pensions they must abide
by their agencies policies and procedures and protocols.
I know that is they weren't bound by this they would
have done what my husband said hours before if they
could have. If they were free to exercise their common
sense. The other thing I saw was a lot of egos trying to
pound on their chests and wasting time and daylight.
Just my impression, please forgive me....
No
one was prepared for this. They don't have the resources
to deal with this. The largest dam removal project in
world history.
They could have done so much more. This is on the KRRC.
On
January 25
William Simpson II sent out an email
to all of the agencies entitled "Critical Deer Wintering
Habitat and Historic Open Range Grazing and Natural
Water Sources. In that email it clearly shows that
communications were sent as early as January 14 asking
for fencing and livestock tanks for watering.
My/our frustration is that the local residents and
landowners have talked for 2 decades about their
concerns to our local wildlife due to this project. We
have all sent letters and asked questions and been
pushed and brushed aside when the experts who are paid
by the People and are footing the bill for this project
and are not being compensated as of yet for any of the
harms already suffered, and we know this is only the
beginning of the losses that we have to bear.
In
just a few weeks the pelican are going to arrive and
think they've landed in hell. I know because that's how
we feel. It's apocalyptic what has become of our homes,
our lives, our wildlife.
So
I left the scene, stopped by Al's who it turns out
walked home and I found him outside on his front porch
with a chainsaw cutting branches... He says, "oh,
Chrissie, I need to do something with my energy. These
people know nothing. They don't listen. This should
never have happened. That is Sin!"
I agree.
I thank him again for trying. I know he wouldn't have
quit without knowing he did everything. I know because
that's how I feel.
I
got in the car and started towards home. As I turned the
corner, and started down the road something catches my
eye on the road...
I back up a little and get out, grab my phone for the
flashlight and walk back.
It's a little toad/frog. I don't know exactly. I'm not a
professional biologist. It goes a little bit further and
stops, waiting for me. I try to find it in the dark with
my camera and apologize to it because I am not techy
like that and it waits patiently for me... I finally get
one kinda clear. I thank it and realize I need to do
something.
I
turn around and head back to Marrilyn's house. On the
way I see the other warden and stop and ask her who I
should talk to about what just happened and she said I
could tell her and as I related to her my thoughts she
says go tell them and so I thanked her again, said
goodbye and headed back down the road. I found the
tribal guys had left but the firefighters were gathered
up and so I told them once again how much I appreciated
them and that I needed to say something.
I
don't know what you guys have planned for those two deer
but I am asking that you use this situation as a
training scenario. That you try all three options of 1)
boat 2) skids and 3) plywood sheets laid down and then
slid out and so forth like a snow shoe and time what
works best. That they not let those deer have died for
nothing and that hopefully they can use that as a
learning experience to save something else. Everyone
said they would and were doing that and were trying to
figure out when they could come back because we all know
that something else is going to try to get those deer
and it may be not a friendly animal that may also need
to be rescued. No one wants to try a mountain lion or
such.... And everyone agreed this is only the beginning.
No
one was prepared. Today was the first time they
exchanged phone numbers.
Initially Al asked for a helicopter and the warden
replied immediately they didn't have one and the
biologists didn't have one. The tribes have planes but a
helicopter would be better.
So
many agencies, not enough resources, not enough
planning. And once again I thanked them but I told them
they were all getting paid. Al and I are not and yet we
pay the price for it emotionally, mentally, and with the
physical stress of it.
I
paid $150 out of pocket yesterday for a two hour massage
and literally cried for over an hour and a half. Poor
wonderful woman kept saying, no sorry.... as I just
sobbed and apologized again..... I recommend Alice at
the Chinese massage place in town by the way. We didn't
speak the same language. We needed an app to translate
our communications. It wasn't until I turned over and
she wiped the tears from my eyes and said long time ago
she sad. I tried to reassure her this wasn't just
sadness..... I asked for my phone and showed her the
lake and I said this is my home. And then the video of
them blowing out the tunnel. Oh my God, she said. Then
the eagle flapping in the mud. Oh my God she says again.
She knew that much English. And then I show her my
daughter at the edge of what used to be one of our
favorite views....
I
started crying again. She says you here now, and dries
my eyes again. She was like my personal Quan Yin..... So
compassionate.
I
know this is long. I know it's a lot. I know I am in
shock and should go to bed, drink some water, take some
deep breaths. It's been over 12 hours since Al first
called me, but the cortisol and need to get this out
keeps me going...
I
can't thank my personal angel
Sherri Kaye Thurner enough. She was
there when my mother in law's house burned down, when
Pete Brays dog was rescued and after
that horrible time at the Siskiyou Fire Chiefs
meeting.... I appreciate you so much!!!!
I
know I did everything I could and it didn't save those
deer. I did everything I could and it hasn't saved the
lake...
I know I haven't failed. It just feels like it....
I
have more pictures but they're on the camera. That's for
another time and another edition of the Dark Side of
Renewal
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