I grew up right down the street from a salmon hatchery in Ketchikan, Alaska. The abundance of spawning salmon swimming upstream and dying makes for some ripe smells in the Fall. There is a slough where the creek fills up at high tide. The property used to belong to my Grandfather, Ben Fleenor, who built a sawmill there and used to float log rafts up and into the mill at high tides. Now it has become a popular spot for locals and tourists alike to watch bears as they fish salmon out of the creek.