They're no different than the jackasses at the point who won't let you walk a fish down past them, or the jackasses that try to toss a spinner in between the 50 guys who are all drift fishing.

But, if the jackass jet boaters are going to be somewhere, then they might as well be at the Cowlitz. I mean, if you're a bank fisher looking to have some water without jet-jockeys blasting through all day, then the Cowlitz isn't where you want to be. It's like going to Phoenix and bemoaning the hot weather.

The bad thing is...........I don't see it getting any better down there.
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames