high 30's for me. saw a 50 or damn near. funny story about that day. Cowlitz trib. fished one day, cohos and kings came almost on top of each other. limited on both in very few casts. was super excited to go back the next day. Saw my mothers physical therapist for her back surgery at tumwater sports that night getting gear. never fished by herself yet, husband was at work. she was headed to the cowlitz in the morning( she said with a sigh). my stepfather and i looked at each other and took pity. gave her directions to this zipper spot.next morning im fishing, landing another high 30's fish ( 35 minute battle) i see her fishing. short leader ( 10 inches maybe!) and a kenai or wild steelhead sized golf ball of a cheater. she was excited when she saw me and fish were getting caught everywhere. i hear her say fish on!. 3 cohos and a king later for me...she's still got this fish on. im thinking...well shes never fished by herself before, so i walk over to give her a hand. shes in the process of trying to beach this MONSTROSITY. when she finally see's the fish ( hour later) she almost drops her rod, she starts keening ( crying and yelling) she gets it close and cant beach it...so i put the size 12 to good use and couldnt budge it...had to pounce on it and wrastle this thing onto the beach. i look down and really get a view of how big this fish is. im 6'5" and took two hands under its gills to lift it...jaw was high stomach to chest level and the tail was on the rocks. i had landed a few fish in the 30's that day and this thing dwarfed them. she cried for awhile. blubbering. couldnt even punch her card because she was crying and shaking so much !! she wasnt sure how her husband would feel about catching a fish without him, bigger then anythings he's even come close to, and on her FIRST KING! hhahahah. it was dark...but i dont think she cared.

Same river two years later i saw a 50+ year old man almost have a heart attack packing out a 50+ pounder. dude was Purple...i actually told him to pause a sec because i was worried about his color. and if he wanted me to carry the thing the rest of the way up the trail. he declined but collapsed on a stump. i styed for a second because i was truly worried he'd blown something. never seen a guy actually turn that shade of blue and purple. it was a hen and bright. hahaha i still have this image of a 5'8" man holding this fish in front of his face by the gills, the tail almost on the ground doing the two step down a trail while puffing like he ran the boston marathon. ha.