Bygone Days – Streams denuded of Snags
I can recall about 50 years ago, a mate of mine was working for the Ovens River Trust. Most of his time was spent along the Ovens River, as part of a crew that was dragging out all of the trees and logs that had fallen in the river. At the time, most people (including the Trustees of the River Trust) thought they were doing a great job of cleaning out the river.