This isn't a literary work you're holding. It's a school of wild words. When the last wild salmon dies, these pages will be dust. p70
TB writes with a poets assurance and the authority of one who knows what he is talking about. This account is at once a memoir and a warning, a celebration and a lament. When he writes of "...the tragic imperatives of industry, science, and greed" p126 you know he has witnessed enough to realize where it is all headed.
The wild gives way to commerce, cold-eyed and edgy, each man for himself. p135