Boy that brings back old memeries. I grew up fishing down at the locks. We use to ride our bikes down there and get chased off by the old fart that use to own the fishing dock. Which is now a park. When he died and the city bought the property I started fishing there for Steelhead, I think I was about 12. It was pretty tough to break in there. All the old guy's that fished there were pretty though. But when your there all the time the regulars got use to me and my buddy's and then became freinds with all, who are mostly all gone now. All the pranks we use to pull on them like wizin on the fire barrel when they were all sleeping in the plunking shacks or throwing an arasol can in the fire and when it exploded, they would wake up and run out of the shacks. They would get us back, Like wraping our line around the reel handel so when we got a fish on it would break off. Those were the best times of my life and will never forget.

On to the fishing.
The locks were broken into two areas. The lower area was fished with a flat fish that was slid down the line. You would use a primid sinker 6 or 8 oz. with a 12 inch leader with a swivel and a bead. You would then cast out at a slightly down stream angle and slide the flat fish down on a leader and the current would take it down to the bead.

The upper end of the park where the current was more swirly. We would use a sammy speical off a spreader bar. Both systems were deadly. There were as many fish caught at night as there were durring the day.

The sammy speical was great in it's day like the cherry drifter, which if the guy's seen you use thease day's you would get some pretty strange looks. Think of it like this( 56 ford pickup or 00 ford pickup. which would you rather be seen in, They both do the same thing).

Tight lines and long live the sammy speical.