Hahaha...G & L Shake a zipperlip, that's a good one...I seem to recall about four maps a year in(holding nose) F & H news giving explicit directions to G & L shake road...
and the boat launches and Nolan Creek, Allen's bar and the lot of them.

Sorry Hohwaiian if I outed your spot, I have to disagree with you about its secrecy hohwever. In the few hours I was there I counted 5 boats, two pontoons and six bankies and that was only at the gravel bar I could see.

One of the reasons I fish the Hoh so damn hard while living so far away is its exclusivity. By that I mean the Hoh is only about eighty miles as the crow flies from the third largest metropolitan area on the west coast and yet receives very little pressure at all. Any fisherman unwilling to drive for four or five hours, pay for a hotel and probably get rained out is excluded. I have a good friend that I have been trying to introduce to the Hoh for a year and a half...three of our four trips totalling almost two weeks in time were rained completely out, I think we fished three days effectively and two of those were on zipperlip creeks because the river was so high it was extracting old growths. Any person unwilling to face these grim odds as a weekend warrior is excluded.

People that make three trips in a row and get skunked during prime time learn that its actually just a lot easier, more productive and (more palatable to the wife) to go to Reiter. They are excluded.

The Hoh is for people who make the decided commitment to go every weekend possible, over and over again, take your vacations there and your sick days stacked up against weekends to avoid the (yes) traffic. To spend our money (alot)in the sad and somehow inspirational town of Forks whose sole leading industry these days revolves around the fishing economy (If I am wrong I am sure someone will correct me, but its gotta be #1 or #2).

Believe me Hohwaiian, I am hating the crowds I have watched grow out there myself in the last ten years. You are safe though, think of it like this: You think three clean shaven, new wader wearin, waterfloggin, SUV drivin' fishermen that have never been down the G & L Shake road (and you know what I mean) before are gonna beat you to the best spot on the gravel bar? I say build a fire, crack a beer and start placing bets on how long it takes the tall one to come over and ask you where the nearest gas station is...

Sorry for the long post...