Fishng1, Yeah, I remember the loud mouth guy that looked like John Candy. I remember all the different bobbers too. It was funny, all the drift fishermen down at the point and up towards the creek, just standing there with steam coming out of there ears as the jig guys would stand down there by that sawed off tree (remember,somebody sawed steps into it, and made it like a seat that hung out over the water) and just pull one fish after another. I remember one time, I was down there with the old man in the middle of December and it was cold that day. There was this guy of about 55-60 fishing next to us, a real nice old guy. Well his bobber went down and he had a Steelhead on. He fought the fish downstream and landed it and when he came back up to start fishing, some kid about 23-24 was standing in his spot, trying to drift corkies and yarn right in the middle of all those jigs and bobbers. People were cussing at him telling him to move, but the kid didn't care.Finally the little old man tapped the kid on the shoulder and said "Excuse me son, but I think you kind of took my spot while I was fighting this fish, I'd like my spot back." The kid then looked at him and sai "F**k you! I'm not moving, this is my spot now and if any of you A$$holes has a problem with that, then why doesn't somebody do something about it." The kid no sooner got the words out of his mouth, and that little old man reached out and pushed that kid right off of the ledge and into the Cowlitz.... None of us could believe it! The little old man just stepped right into line and started fishing again, and a jet sled picked the kid up about 50 yards down river. Yeah, those were the good old days.

Sounds like some hard-core combat fishing!

~ Dr Pepper