Fall of 2000. Mouth of Toutle. I was camped on the Bar fishing up the Cowlitz. Sunday Morning Snagger Fest (Predawn() Saturday night for you I'm sure Redneck :p ) there was one hell of a fist fight over who knows what. I think it had to do with someone sleeping in the wrong car or with the wrong person in the wrong car. Who Knows. I think they were so drunk it was fortunate that only the poor Coho were getting Snagged.