Lew Freeman Queen's County Nova Scotia
Taken from the Atlantic Salmon journal Number three, July 1977
(Lew Freeman went to the big salmon river in the sky in March 1990)
Below is a note to his Dad by Bryant Freeman in January 2002, he carried his love for the salmon to New Brunswick and became involved with the drive to restore the Atlantic Salmon by joining numerous fishing and hunting and trapping associations.
I have been in New Brunswick since 1958 and started fishing the rivers here, which were numerous and full of salmon, in 1964. The rivers were teeming with wild Atlantic salmon. I have not made a trip to Nova Scotia to try my hand in fishing the Medway lately, because the river is closed, and has been closed to salmon fishing for the past five years. I do go see Mother in the Manor, a couple of times of the year, but just visit the Medway to drive along her banks and reflect on the times we had and observe the beauty she still provides.
Your letter in 1977 fell upon deaf ears; the politicians are still bungling the whole scene, the bureaucrats have complete control, they still know nothing of nature, other than the sun doesn't shine at Midnight and Friday is payday. The Biologists have their hands tied, they have a handle on things but can do nothing because of the politicians.
New Brunswick's salmon rivers are now reduced to Four, the Bay of Fundy Rivers have been closed for three years. The Northumberland strait rivers are really the last frontier.
Is anyone listening? I am not sure, but if the politicians govern this like they governed the Medway, I am sure Salmon fishing will be over in a few years.
I too have spent much time and more money I can afford for the preservation of the species, am I doing the right thing?
I think Mother was right when she said we should whack em and bring em home to her to cook.
I hope the fishing is good wherever you are!
Another observation on July 1st, 2002
I spent the weekend of July 1st in Nova Scotia, Visited Mother, and then drove from Mill Village to Greenfield, early Sunday morning. The day was overcast and perfect for fishing. It brought back memories of when we fished the long weekend of July, and the days were hot. This day was like no other I have ever experienced on the Medway at this time of year.
Camps were minus their owners; most were not opened for the year, there were no fishermen at any of the pools, as a matter of fact, I drove from Glodes Falls to Greenfield and did not see a car. My thoughts went to "Silent Spring," did you see me?
I am still trying to think this is just a pause in the grand scheme of things, and better days are coming. Wife Sandra tells me it may be time to move back and start the recovery for the river I learned to love. You know how she loves city life, she may just be testing me, or she could be serious. I do not know many people down there, but I do know the river and her moods.
I see the signs if all goes well, I may return to her shores, and try to bring some life back to her before it is too late for me to help.
Bass in Medway River
I went to Greenfield for School Reunion last Summer 2009. Cripes, someone put bass in the lake and now they are all over the river. She doesn't look the same now with those yahoo's sitting in bass boats fishing for bass all over the place, every once in a while you hear one shout out. "It's a Hawg Merle."
No one fishing Salmon, as DFO still has river closed to Salmon Fishing.
I still have not given up, I joined the Medway River Salmon Association, to help in any way I can to bring this little stream back to her once majestic beauty.