BH (before Herschel) we fished the Sammamish alot. We had gotten blown off the Sky and stopped in at 80 acres. My fishing buddy sneeks up and looks and sees one surface right in front of us. I had a brand new Leo's jig and chuck it in the slough and said "where wuzzee?" "right SLAM there". There is a bike/jogging path and the bridge right where we were. By the time we got the fish to the bank both sides of the river and the bridge were full of gawkers. As it was closed for native fish we unhooked him, kissed him on the head and let him go. I wish I had at least known to measure the fish and no camera either.