It took a couple of moments for her to see it.
In a tannic pool along the upper stretches of Hylebos Creek, Hillary Kleeb watched as a mature female coho salmon materialized from the shadows in front of her.
From a spot that before seemed only a mosaic of rocks and riffles, the silhouette of the fish and the swaying of its dark-colored body gradually appeared from the Hylebos.
Tucked behind a log next to the bank, the small fish hovered over a modest redd of bright gravel, protecting her eggs until instincts told her to let the Hylebos push her tired body downstream.
Despite a decaying tail fin and a few sc