I fish the Satsop regulary from my driftboat but never from my sled. I can always tell which sleds call this river home and which sleds only come down when the Skykomish is slow (no offence Rob). I have had many encounters with sleds this winter on the Satsop and with a few exceptions most have been acceptable. I am a firm believer that sleds have no place above the forks and hear rumors that the powers to be feel the same. It has indeed been a pleasure all these years sharing the east fork with the sleds. I will truley miss that sickening feeling I get when I hear a sled coming upriver. I will also miss the gut wrenching stench of a rich running two stroke kicker as you boondog around me for the third time and having to brace myself as you carelessly scream by a couple of rod lengths away and knock me off the anchor. I will cherish it for about six more weeks. Enjoy it now. I hear that changes are in store for next year. I do however what to publically thank the 18' SuperVee that almost swamped me on January 30, and the crackers in the 16' Hewscraft that kept corking me a couple of days ago. Mabey I will see you on the big river this spring. I will be equally armed with my jet boat and mabey then we can play. The Satsop is at 2300 and dropping. I know where I will be tomorrow, and I know where the sleds will not. I hope to see all of you this weekend and don't forget...bring plenty of beer.