Fished for steelhead for many years beginning in 1968, including several trips to the Toutle at Harry Morgan park and other of the legendary locations, but never seemed to land anything in spite of several hook-ups. So I kind of gave up on it for several years. Then while I was on summer break while in the Fisheries progrm at UW in July of 1980 I decided to give it another chance and drove my yellow AMC Pacer up to the mouth of the Tolt to see of anyone was catching anything. Mid-afternoon, the water had been pounded all day. It was extremely crowded, people lining both sides of the river. So I walked down right in the middle of everyone and tossed out a pink pearl corkie behind a inch of pencil lead in a couple feet of water right at the mouth of the Tolt so I could see it just making sure it was fishing right. First [Bleeeeep!] cast... I saw a white spot in the water appear right below my corkie. I didn’t know what it was, but I soon understood that it was the open mouth of a nice summer run taking my corkie. There were a couple guys fishing within 10 feet of that fish. Fish on. I didn’t fight it much, just tightened the drag and drug it up on the beach in between a bunch of other fellow nimrods, , hit it on the head with a rock, and walked it back to the car. Probably 10 minutes after I got there I was driving back home. Everyone else there was as dumbfounded as I was.