Times do change, I remember when I was 15 and even earlier we routinely would hitch hike out to the Lyre and even the Pysht we would walk to the Elwha and Morse Creek, with our thumbs out just in case. People would even pull over and give you a ride if you were packing a 12 bore. The best deal was to hitch a ride with the Catholic Priest who would do the 6 AM mass and then head out to either Cllalam Bay or Forks but then you would have to hitch back home and some people wouldn't stop to pickup anybody carrying a fish, so real early on I got in the habit of releaseing my catch!
I did meet older fellows who were fishermen and after a while of sharing my hard won secrets most of these fellows would start calling me up for info and invariably offer me a ride to where ever I thought would be the hot spot. It is a twisted world that a kid cant do things like this in sad very sad.