Talk about the good old days, I grew up on the banks of the Cowlitz and had one of the better slamon holes right out behind the barn. The harvest trout fishing was unreal, all up thru the feeder steams and of the Cispus river. Labour day weekend I would watch for the salmon to arrive, always with in a couple of days ether way. I would set out behind the barn on the rip rap and watch the large riffles below and whem they arrived it was somthing to see, first there would be a few fish begining to roll at the top of the riffles then more and more untill the whole river from the shallow riffles behind the barn to the next riffles would be full of jumping bright salmon. My fishing tackle was not much back then, I sure would like to go back to those days with the fishing gear I have now and float a big gobb of eggs under a float along the rip rap bank. My dad and uncle said there used to be a run of calico salmon that came up at least as far as Toledo, these where probability chum, there was always a nickname for something back then. Olegua, Salmon, and Lacamas creek all had salmon and steelhead in them. I didn't need to go anywhere else to fish it was in my back yard. When I think of those days I really did not know truely blessed I was to have all that so close. The farm work was hard but good healty work, 5:00am to 9:00pm every day something the kids now days would know nothing about. Well I could rattle on and on but I know those days are probalitly gone forever. With no desire to change the commerical harvest method of gill netting and two different set of rules for commerical and sport fishing I doudt if there will ever be anything like it was when I was a kid.