Been since I was 5 years old. Used to go with my father when it was his time to babysit. He would take my and my bro to the dosiewallups as we lived in Brinnon. Stick us on a rock plunking and he would go down to teh edge and fish. I got a 38 inch(we never weighted them back then) native buck. The old joker almost wrestled the pole away from me but I would not give it up. He just held me by the belt loop of my old levi's barking instruction. Man I wish they never screwed that river up. It was great fishing back then.